Page 37 of Royal Deception (Royals of the Underworld #2)
RORY
C lary’s mouth is on mine and my mind is consumed by thoughts of what I want to do with her, but I don’t want to push for too much. We’re still dancing around each other, trying to figure this out.
My grip loosens, and I let my fingers drift down her arms, slow and deliberate, feeling the shiver that rolls through her. I dip my head, pressing a kiss to the side of her throat, my lips lingering.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I murmur against her skin, feeling the way her breath catches.
“So do you,” she whispers, and there’s something in her voice that makes my blood heat.
I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted, her body arching toward mine.
“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?”
She shudders as my lips find the swell of her hip, my fingers skimming over the soft skin of her thigh, teasing, worshiping. She squirms when I press a kiss to the back of her knee, then lower, my tongue tracing a path down her calf, over the delicate bones of her ankle.
I trace a path back up her opposite calf, kissing all the freckles on her shin before licking a path around her knee, up to her thigh.
My fingers trace the contours of her body, from the gentle slope of her hip to the tender curve of her thigh.
I lean in to kiss the spot where her skin turns from softness to strength, and I feel her shiver under my touch, the reaction a delicious mix of pleasure and longing.
Every kiss, every stroke of my fingers, is an act of devotion, an offering that I know she craves just as much as I do.
My fingers skim across her breasts, the nipples pebbling from a combination of cool air and desire.
I lean in, whispering, “I need you, Clary,” as I gently trace circles over the sensitive skin.
Every touch is intentional, every caress a silent vow that I’m here for her—completely, irrevocably.
And as she responds with a soft moan, her body shivering, I feel a swell of desire mixed with a deep, abiding affection.
By the time I make my way back up to her neck, she’s already breathless, her fingers buried in my hair, her body arching toward me like she’s desperate for more.
I know she’s already a mess with the way she squirms, squeezing her thighs together to gain some friction. When my fingers slip beneath the hem of her panties and tug them down, I spread her thighs apart, savoring the sight of her pussy drenched in slick, just for me. All for me.
Bending forward, I press lingering kisses into her thighs, sucking deep marks into the soft, pale skin. I move closer and closer to her core, watching her thighs tremble as she tries to keep herself still.
“My good girl,” I murmur, parting her lips with my fingers as I spread her open, savoring the sight of her pink pussy. “So beautiful, so perfect.”
My tongue darts out, licking a wet stripe across her folds, teasing around but never quite getting close enough to satisfy. But Clary stays perfectly still, exactly as I ordered.
“So good for me,” I tell her. “So obedient.”
Pressing a wet kiss to her clit, I begin to suckle and toy with it, grinning as she wriggles her hips ever so slightly but continues to lie still for me.
My teeth graze the fleshy gem, and she pants, a soft moan escaping her. “Oh, God,” she whispers. “Oh, yes.”
Tongue swiping along her length, I bring it up to swirl it around and around the bud while she quivers beneath me, slick dripping onto my tongue.
She tastes divine, like a sweet dessert I can’t get enough of, and I take my time, savoring the taste. Clary’s tiny mewls tug at something inside me, and I move a little faster, wanting to show her the meaning of the word worship as I use my tongue, lips, and teeth on her exquisite cunt.
Slowly, Clary seems to fall into a kind of mindless stupor, body relaxing as she fully surrenders herself to me. I can see it in the playful smile on her lips, the way she seems to go completely boneless as I stroke her apex, drawing out the sweetest sighs.
My mouth curves around her bundle of nerves once more, sucking it between my lips as I hum against her, urging her onward. Clary moans again, but this time it’s a lazy, drawn out moan that tells me she’s close.
“Come for me, Pet,” I hum into her, tapping her thigh to let her know that she’s allowed. She starts to ride my face, the slippery mess smearing over my cheeks and nose as I suckle her to completion.
“Rory!” she cries out, hands tangling my hair.
As she comes down from the high of her climax, I remove the blindfold and watch her blink up at me with a sweet, dopey look. I gently kiss her forehead and run my hands along her body as I gather her up, my fingers mapping out patterns along her skin.
Tucking her against my chest, I lay us down on the couch together as we bask in the afterglow of the moment. I can feel her heart beat in her chest and smooth my hands down her arm, over her back, petting her as she falls into a light doze.
I consider it a point of pride as a Dom to be able to bring someone into subspace using minimal orders and no pain. A warmth spreads through my chest as I gaze down at Clary, wondering how I spent so many years of my life denying my attraction to her, my desire for closeness.
It was foolish of me to think I could run away from something like this. Even if we don’t know where it’s going, at least I know that Clary knows I care. I might not be the best at saying it, but I don’t think I’ve ever cared for someone the way I care for her.
Though things have been bumpy between us, maybe we just need time to figure things out. As I close my eyes, letting myself relax, I hope that from now on, Clary and I can find a new path together, one where we’re on the same page.