Page 89 of Royal Deception

“Are you comfortable moving forward?” I ask, my voice low.

She nods, but there’s something else in her expression—a flicker of hesitation. Not reluctance, but something she’s working up the courage to say.

I catch it instantly. My thumb brushes over her wrist, where her pulse beats fast beneath my touch. “Talk to me,” I murmur.

She swallows, then, voice quiet but sure, she says, “Can we… be Sir and Pet again?”

I go still. Not because I don’t want it—I do. Fuck, I do. But after everything, I have to know that she’s okay with it.

She must see the hesitation on my face because she grips my shirt, pulling me closer. “I want this, Rory,” she says, firm despite the blush creeping up her neck. “I’m ready.”

I study her for a long moment, searching her face, making sure she really means it.

“Are you sure?” I ask quietly. “Last time?—”

“I know,” she says, cutting me off. “But I trust you.” She swallows. “I do want to do that stuff with you sometimes.”

Something in my chest tightens at that.

I exhale slowly, my grip firming on her hip. “Alright, sweetheart,” I murmur. “But if you need to stop?—”

“I’ll say the safe word,” she promises.

I nod, my fingers trailing up her side, watching the way she shivers.

“Good girl,” I say softly, and the way her breath stutters is all the confirmation I need.

A slow smirk curls my lips as I tighten my grip.

“Now, let’s see if you remember how to follow orders.”

Clary lies back, biting her lip as she watches me. I stand up, going over to the closet where I grab something and bring it back.

Her eyes fall to the tie in my hands, and she looks up at me, a quizzical look in her eyes, brow scrunched, head tilted.

“What are you doing with that?” she asks, clearly confused.

I smile, reaching out to trail the end of the tie along her cheek. “Not every kink session has to be about pain and torture. Sometimes, a Dom wants to see how well his sub can obey when he pleasures her too.”

Clary’s lips part and her eyes widen, cheeks turning pink. I love that I can constantly surprise her with new experiences like this.

“I’m going to worship you today, Pet, not punish you.”

Leaning down, I knot the tie around her head and gently push her back down on the couch. “I want you to be very, very still and be good for me, okay?”

Clary makes a little noise of assent, and I smirk. “Good girl. You’re safe with me. This is an exercise in trust, and in pleasure. With your sense of sight removed, every feeling will be so much more intense, sweets.”

I start by dragging my fingertips along her skin, savoring the way she shivers under me. I plan on slowly mapping out her body with my lips and my hands, exploring every inch of her until she’s little more than a boneless puddle.

Clary lies beneath me, flushed and beautiful, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. I trail my fingers over her bare skin, barely there, just enough to make her shiver.

“Perfect,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Every inch of you.”

I move slowly, kissing, licking, tracing my tongue over the curve of her shoulder before dragging my lips down the slope of her arm. I press a kiss to the inside of her wrist, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth.

She exhales sharply when I catch the inside of her elbow next, then lower, my hands smoothing down her sides and over the dip of her waist.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, my voice rough. “You know that, don’t you?”