Page 46 of Royal Beast (Royals of the Underworld #1)
KELLAN
D arcy gives me a sultry, half-lidded look that says she’s not sorry at all for getting off without my permission.
The thought of her taking the lead in our kinky games sends a thrill down my spine, excited that I’m finally with a partner who likes to enjoy the same things I do, who doesn’t find it odd or off-putting.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman—smart, independent, self-confident, sexy as hell, and my equal in every way, both in and out of the bedroom.
My hand is still holding her wrist and I bring her fingers up to my mouth, sucking the taste of her off her digits. She’s delectable, so sweet and musky, just for me.
“I’m going to punish you now,” I say, the grin on my face growing. “You’re so needy, so wet, so hot that I think I need to cool you down.”
Darcy juts her chin up, giving me a defiant look that tells me everything I need to know. This will be fun. I pull her to her feet and push her gently to the ground. “You’re going to kneel here until I get back, and when I do, you’re in for it, little girl. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, a little smirk on her face. I can’t wait to wipe it off as I pad out of the bedroom quietly and head for the kitchen, pulling open the freezer and grabbing what I’m looking for before I return to the bedroom.
“This is ice,” I tell her. “I’m going to stuff your little pussy full and until the last one that fits inside melts, you’re not getting off. You can watch me touch myself, but you’re not getting off until I say so this time.”
A flush appears on her cheeks, her eyes tracking my movements as she watches me lay the ice cub tray on the bed. “Now come here, little girl.”
Darcy rises and walks over to me, tugging at her blouse which is hanging off her shoulders, but I reach out and stop her. “Nope, you don’t do anything without my say-so tonight,” I tease. “We’re extending the time until you get to get off now.”
She pouts, a little whine in her throat, but I brush my thumb over her cheek. “Behave, Wildflower. If you’re a good girl, I might reward you sooner. What’s your color?”
“Green,” she says and stands perfectly still, waiting to be instructed. I love seeing her willing to trust me like this. It’s as though all the barriers between us have broken down now and she understands that I’ll always look out for her, always protect her, no matter what.
I push the shirt and bra off her shoulders and then pull her skirt down over her hips, followed by her panties. Once she’s naked, I instruct her to lie on the bed, knees bent, thighs parted.
A rush of adrenaline courses through me as she obeys perfectly, watching me through long lashes as I slowly strip down in front of her. I want to tease her as long as possible until she’s practically crying and begging for me to touch her.
Once I’m finished, I stand next to the bed and lift an ice cube out of the tray, pressing it to her pussy lips.
She squeaks, jerking in surprise, but settles back down and shivers, squirming a little as I press it into her overheated cunt.
The ice cube threatens to slide out again so I push it back.
“Squeeze your walls together,” I instruct her. She complies, and I grab another ice cube, repeating the process until I’ve stuffed her full with the entire tray.
“Keep it inside,” I order, reaching down to stroke over my cock, watching the water drip down her already wet pussy. The sight has my already aching cock starting to leak precum, which I use to lubricate the slick glide of my hand over the shaft.
Stroking up and down, I twist my hand at the top, rubbing a thumb against the bundle of nerves at the slit, and groan, a heady rush filling me. Darcy squirms again, shivering as the ice cools inside her, water trickling down her thighs and dripping down onto the bed.
“You like this?” I ask, voice husky and deep as I continue working my hand over myself, slowly rubbing up and down, thumbing the slit, stroking the veiny underside before moving to the base to squeeze.
She nods, her gaze fixed almost hypnotically on the sight of my hand on my throbbing erection.
The more precum that leaks out, the wetter the slide until the filthy, slickened noises fill the room.
My hips rut forward into the touch, another groan spilling from me as my hand begins to move faster.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Too bad you can’t enjoy this with me.
It feels so good. You’re missing out,” I say, my words coming out in little gasps and pants.
Darcy whimpers again and shifts, the ice inside her nearly slipping out, but she squeezes her walls, keeping it from escaping.
One ice cube on its own would melt quickly in the heat of a pussy, but having all twelve keeps the environment just cool enough to slow the process down quite a bit.
It will take a while before every last one is melted, which is exactly my plan.
My smirk widens and I let out a shivery breath as I fist myself, fucking into my hand with abandon. It feels so good, and I’m not sure whether I want to hold back or force Darcy to watch me get off without her.
Glancing over at her as she watches me intently, I make my decision. With a little reluctance, I pull my hand away and climb onto the bed, straddling her waist.
“I’m going to come on your chest,” I say, licking my lips as I take in the surprised ‘O’ of her mouth, eyes widening. She nods vigorously, hard enough to have her hair falling in her eyes, and I reach out, brushing the strand behind her ear.
“Don’t stop watching,” I order. Hand around my shaft once more, I resume the previous speed, wasting no time as I jerk off into my fist, harsh exhales slipping past my lips. The muscles in my abdomen tense as I feel my balls draw up, releasing onto Darcy’s tits in a wide, roping arc.
It feels like the orgasm extends indefinitely, but finally, the last of it spurts out and I sit back against her thighs, sweat beading my brow.
Darcy’s hands curl into fists next to her on the bed and she throws her head back, a whine escaping her.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I ask, reaching down to push a finger into her entrance, testing to see how much ice is left. She whimpers as I touch her, and I sit back, satisfied that the ice is almost all melted.
“Yes,” she says, her teeth gritted at the icy sensation.
“Yes, what?” I prompt.
“Yes, Daddy! I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t get off without your permission anymore. I’ll wait for your orders from now on!”
I grin and twist my fingers inside her, teasing over her clit with my thumb. “Good girl,” I purr, curling my fingers forward against her walls, rubbing the spot inside as she fidgets, trying hard to stay still.
There’s only a little left now but I drag it out, teasing her by pushing the melting cube in and out of her, the cool sensation a stark contrast to her heated lips.
“You’ve been very good for me,” I tell her. “Can you hold out for a few more minutes?”
A shiver ripples through her, but she nods and spreads her legs wider, needy little noises coming from her lips.
I draw the ice cube down and rub it over her clit in slow circles, enjoying the wet mess that her slickened entrance is making on the bed.
We’ll have to change the sheets before we go to sleep, but it’s worth it.
Finally, the ice cube gets small enough to melt completely as I press it back inside her, the water dripping down between her ass cheeks.
Once it’s done, I pull her up and lie down on the mess myself, the cold sensation sending a shiver down my spine. Pulling Darcy onto me, I line myself up with her entrance, my cock already filling out once again, and I push inside, the icy feeling enough to wrangle a cry from my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I call out, her cool walls squeezing me hard. Yanking her forward, I position us so her heavy tits are hanging over my face. “I want you to start fucking yourself on me, darlin’,” I order.
She starts pushing back and forth against my thighs, which are spread and bent so she can get leverage. As she moves, I lick around her nipples, fondling and squeezing her tits in my hands, delighting in having full, unfettered access to one of my favorite parts of her.
Darcy’s pussy warms up quickly once she starts moving faster, and I tease and suck her nipples, playing with them in my mouth as her pussy grinds against my stomach. “Oh, God,” she moans. “Daddy! Feels so good! Oh, please, touch me!”
My hands start roaming her body, squeezing her ass, stroking up and down her back, then caressing her thighs as she fucks me. I can’t get enough of this, desperate to see her fall over the edge but wanting it to last as long as possible.
With every movement, Darcy leaves a trail of slick over my belly, the intoxicating aroma of her sex permeating the air. I feel my cock throbbing harder, the orgasm drawing closer as she bucks wildly, her body moving rapidly over mine.
With a few more rapid jerks of her hips, she cries out her release, squeezing so hard around me that it tips me over the edge and I come apart, thighs shaking.
As we lie there together for a moment to catch our breath, I still can’t quite believe how lucky I am to have this woman in my life.
Having her and Rose become my family has shown me everything I was missing before.
I’d spent so long playing the protective older brother, the loner who didn’t need anyone, that I didn’t even realize how lonely I’d become.
My arms pull Darcy close to me, breathing in her warm scent, stroking her back. It’s quiet in the room now and the only light is moonlight streaming in through the curtains.
“We should get cleaned up,” she says with a little chuckle. “The bed is a mess. I’m a mess.”
“Yeah,” I agree, though I’m reluctant to get up. It’s been such a crazy, long day that the thought of getting up is almost too much. But Darcy shifts, jiggling me with one hand.
“Come on, I want to shower and clean up the bed. Then we can finally rest.”
With a small groan, I get to my feet and follow her into the bathroom. We clean up quickly and then come back and change the sheets before lying back down together, huddled close.
“I love you,” Darcy whispers, cupping my cheek in her hand.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. Though the day started rough, it ended better than I could have ever imagined.
A yawn escapes me and I close my eyes, drifting off.
A few hours later, something has me blinking to consciousness, wondering why I’m awake. Then I hear the shrill sound of a phone buzzing and I nudge into Darcy.
“Darlin’, I think that’s your phone,” I say, my voice husky from sleep.
Darcy blinks, sitting up groggily, and the phone buzzes harshly again as she reaches for it. Her sleepy eyes widen at the sight of the number on the display screen.