36. Christian

Kale tookme to the ballet.

When he proposed the idea, I was quick to balk, suffering traumatic flashbacks from the last time I had to pay off a bathroom attendant so I could escape through the employee hallway. But it was that romp through the back alleys of the Upper East Side that had brought me to him, and honestly, he didn't give me much of a choice in the matter anyway.

Our relationship was equal, in the way that I was happy to let Kale drive most of the time because I knew his choices would always put my own best interests above his. It didn't feel anything like what my growing up had been, with everyone making decisions about me and for me in the ways that benefited them the most. So Kale hadn't asked if I wanted to go to the ballet. He'd told me we were going to the ballet. When I frowned at the idea, he took me over his knee and spanked me until I was begging him to go.

He'd assured me he would make it worth my while, but the last thing I'd expected was a thick, vibrating plug getting shoved up my ass while I was trying to take my tux off the hanger. Kale had pressed his hand against the small of my back, then went to his knees, shoving his tongue so far up my ass I saw stars. With spit and cum leaking down my balls and the backs of my thighs, he filled me right back up with that massive toy, then resumed fussing with his bowtie in the mirror.

By intermission, I was losing my mind, the unpredictable vibration pattern enough to push me to the edge only to drag me back away again, over and over and over. I reached over the arm of the chair and grabbed Kale's thigh, throwing my head back and hoping my arousal wasn't as clear on my face as it felt through the rest of my body.

"Are you okay, princess?" he asked, threading our fingers together and dragging his thumb across my knuckles. Even that chaste and simple touch was electric, sparking through my fingers and up my arms, straight to my brain and then everywhere else.

"I'm about to come in my pants," I warned through grit teeth.

"I doubt that." Kale kissed the top of my hand, and reached into the interior pocket of his coat. The buzzing started again.

"Please at least get me a drink," I pleaded.

"I need you sober for what I have planned later."

"I'll be dead by later if you don't let me take some of this fucking edge off."

I wasn't done sassing, but he moved quick, grabbing my chin between this thumb and finger, giving my whole head a yank to the right so I faced him head on.

"You'll survive this," he said, leaning in and dusting a tease of a kiss across my mouth. I leaned closer to him on instinct, my body magnetized and attuned to his in a way I'd never thought possible. "But there's no telling if you'll make it to the morning."

With that, he released me and stood, cutting off the buzzing inside my channel with a disappointed huff of a breath.

"I'll go get you some wine," he said, stepping around me without so much as a parting glance.

I waited until he was in the aisle to shift my weight off my legs, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket to find a series of messages from Parrish.

Parrish: What's the best hotel out there? There's so many

Parrish: Can you answer me please.

Parrish: It's not even ten there. Where are you?

Parrish: Are you having sex?? Oh God.

I sighed, tapping out a reply.

Me: We're at the ballet and I've been busy. Why do you need to know about hotels?

Parrish: For when I come visit you in the new year.

Me: You're visiting?

Parrish: Of course I am.

Parrish: Don't worry about the hotel. Niko already gave me a list.

Me: We'll talk about this later.

Kale was back with a little plastic cup of wine in hand, and he sat down just as I returned my cell phone to my pocket.

"Everything all right?" he asked, settling in with a smirk that I wanted to lick off his face. He was always hot, but when he was on, the attraction I felt for the man was next level.

I took a healthy swallow of the wine, but my body was already on fire. "Please promise me I can come again as soon as we get home," I begged.

He leaned in close, pressing his mouth against my ear, then he whispered, "I promise you can come as soon as I let you come."

By the time the ballet was over, I couldn't even hold Kale's hand. Every inch of my body was primed and I'd been hovering somewhere on the precipice of an orgasm since I finished the intermission wine. When he ordered the car to an address that wasn't home, it took every ounce of strength in my body to not burst into tears on the spot and beg him to reconsider. The car eventually pulled up at the curb alongside The Plaza, and I carefully followed Kale to the elevators and up to a suite on the twelfth floor. There was a voice in my head that said this is the same room, but words didn't make much sense by the time the door closed behind us.

Before he could get his shoes off, I was on my knees, palms turned up on the tops of my thighs with my head dropped back and my eyes barely open. I focused on breathing, but everything felt so good, it hurt.

"Impatient little thing," he murmured, kicking the inside of my knee with the shiny toe of his shoe. "I can't do much with you until we're stripped down, though, princess."

He pressed his shoe against me again and I managed to pluck the laces undone and get his feet out before collapsing forward onto my hands and knees with my face pressed against the carpet. I mumbled something, but I didn't know what I had tried to say. Kale pulled his belt through the loops of his pants and dropped his hand down, letting the tip of the leather dust the floor right in front of my nose.

"You really are gone, aren't you?" He joined me on the floor. Trailing his hand down my back, he rucked up the tails of my tuxedo jacket before yanking my shirt from behind the waistband of my slacks. He reached around me with one hand and fussed with my belt until it came free, then he tugged down, exposing my bare ass and the vibrating plug that had been stretching my hole for the past four hours.

"Yes, Mr. Sheffield," I whimpered, rolling my face against the carpet.

"I had so many plans for you." He petted his fingers over the flared base of the plug and moved behind me. The expensive wool of his slacks brushed against the back of my legs, the entire position awkward because my pants were still around my knees, keeping my legs pinned together.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Never apologize for being a slut for me, princess." Kale twisted the plug and gave it a tentative pull. The flared base teased against my rim and my cock jerked, precum already leaking from the slit like a faucet. "I'm a smart man. I can think on my feet."

Before I could respond, Kale took the plug out of me, turning my hole into a slick and needy gape, which he filled in one thrust with his lube-slicked cock. My arms quivered and gave out, chest slamming into the floor, and then he had my shirt and my tux in his fist, his cock hammering in and out of me with a punishing pace that shoved my body across the room with every snap of his hips.

"Fuck, Christian."

As much as I loved when Kale called me his princess, the times he slipped and used my name felt just as special. And then his arm was around my chest and he hauled me up. With my back pressed against his front, he kept fucking up into me, his other hand fisting my achingly erect dick. It didn't even take a full stroke before I came, cum jetting out of my tip like a geyser. Everything went white, then black, and my face was back in the carpet, Kale's hands tight around my waist and his own hot load was filling my asshole.

Kale grunted as he came, the only sound I could make sense of over the deafening slam of my heartbeat in my ears. And then it was his breathing, my breathing…his mouth against my ear whispering things that sounded like words, even though my brain couldn't assemble them together. He rolled me onto my back, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop, and I whined at the loss of him.

Everything felt good and everything hurt, and I didn't dare open my eyes, even as I felt Kale get up and walk away. It wasn't long until he was back, wrapping a warm and wet cloth around my cock, which he stroked clean with a little more force than I would have thought necessary. But if I'd learned anything, it was he knew what I needed better than I did.

And that was the real magic I'd found with Kale.

My attitude and my rank in life had never meant anything to me. Kale wanted me for me, and it was through being on my knees for him that we both learned who I was meant to be. I sometimes wondered what Niko thought of me, of the things he had to know Kale and I did together behind closed doors, but he'd never given any real indication he judged either of us at all. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish, self-exploration through sex. All this love and understanding that I'd found with the most wonderful man by my side.

"I love you," I murmured, rolling onto my side.

Kale sat beside me, his belt discarded in his lap alongside a bright flash of blue I hadn't even thought about in what felt like an entire lifetime. I reached out and trailed my fingers over the chevron cut edges of my royal order.

"Where did you get this?" I asked. It should have been left behind, part of the deal I'd cut with Phillip when I stepped away from the family.

"I've had it the whole time," he said softly, weaving the length of ribbon through his fingers. "I never gave it back to you."

I huffed, closing my eyes and pressing my forehead against his knee. "That's property of the crown."

"Hmmn." Kale wrapped the ribbon around both of my wrists, tightening it into a knot. "And now it's property of mine. Just like you."

Shivering, I pried my eyes back open, blinking up at him in absolute awe. He must have felt the same, because he smiled down at me before pushing onto his knees and then his feet. He hooked a finger around the knot in the order and pulled me to my feet beside him. Though, my legs were far less cooperative and I barely made it to my knees. Kale didn't seem to mind, leading me into the bedroom and helping me half onto the bed without another word.

With my arms stretched across the mattress and my waist bent forward, I scrambled to keep my feet beneath me. My pants had slid down to my ankles, but until Kale helped me out of my shoes there wasn't much to be done about it. With rough hands, he helped situate me so my back was arched and my ass was on display then he stepped back and made an approving sound.

"Bear down, princess. Let me see you try and push my cum out of your hole." He snapped the belt, and my muscles clenched and relaxed on their own. Hot cum bubbled out of me, sliding slow and sticky toward my balls and my thighs, and the approving sound Kale made was enough to send more chasing after.

I didn't know if I'd ever get enough of the way he made me feel, the absolute out-of-this-world sensations of bliss and pleasure that he always managed to bring me through. Even if we weren't having sex, the mere act of submitting to Kale was enough to make me hard and horny for him. I didn't know much about the things we did, beyond how they made me feel, but he assured me that wasn't usual. He told me I was perfect, that I was special, that I'd given him the most precious gift every time I kneeled for him.

I believed him.

"Do you know what I want?" he asked, snapping the belt again.

"Tell me, please."

"I want to spank you until you come, just like the first time we were in this room," he said.

So, I was right. It was the same room.

That was oddly romantic and sentimental in a way I would have to process and pick apart when I had more of my wits about me.

"Yes, please. Thank you, Mr. Sheffield."

The leather cracked cold and sharp against my ass, and I scrabbled against the bedding with my fingers, trying to hold on for dear life. Kale didn't wait to swing the belt again and again, raining down a firestorm of leather against my ass and the backs of my thighs.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt.

And then it was heaven.

I relaxed my fingers, my body, my mouth. Leaning into the pain, it transformed into bliss, and my cock pulsed, flattened between my stomach and the sheets, leaking another orgasm into the expensive cotton. The belt continued to come down against the tender flesh of my backside, even as I jerked and writhed through another orgasm so rough it almost sent me unconscious. I screamed, desperate to get away from the onslaught, but not willing to go. Kale would stop when I'd had enough, and even though it hurt and burned, I knew I could take more. I knew in my bones that another strike of his belt or three and I would be in an absolute perfect freefall of pleasure.

He gave me that many and then some, crawling onto the bed with one knee beside my waist. Then he bent over, hand flat against my back and his mouth hot against my ear. I wanted to thank him, to promise him my devotion and love for the rest of our days, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was drool, leaving another puddle of wetness on the very expensive hotel sheets.

"Princess," he whispered, licking against my ear, my cheek. "Christian, are you with me?"

I hummed, pressing my body against his.

"Use your words," he coaxed.

I swallowed, my throat sore and parched, but I croaked an affirmative reply, which earned a smile against my temple.

"Come back a little, Christian. I need you to hear what's coming next."

"I'm here," I rasped, "I'm here."

"Good. You know I love you, right?" Another kiss, another lick, his hot tongue erasing the tears and spit from my cheek and my chin.

I shivered, cock smearing through the quickly cooling evidence of my second release. "I love you too, Mr. Sheffield."

"Don't forget that, because you're in a lot of trouble, princess."

I should have been alarmed. If I had any sense about me, my muscles would have tensed and fear would have snaked its way up my spine. But I was so happy, so in love, so aroused and cared for, that I didn't even know what it meant to be afraid anymore. Instead of all those reactions, I blinked slowly, half a frown pulling at the corner of my mouth because, while I wasn't afraid of the outcome, I couldn't pick out what I'd done wrong.

"Why?" I asked, the ribbon of the order biting into my wrists in a way that only made me more aroused than I'd been when he first tied it.

"You've had two orgasms so far and I never even gave you permission for one." Kale made a pleased sound, righting himself and plucking at the buttons of his shirt before shrugging out of it and leaving him on the bed, half dressed and fully hard. I closed my eyes, burying my face—and my apology—in the sheets. "Now dig in, because we're both going to have a long fucking night. I hope you're up for it."

A soft smile fell across my mouth and I nodded slowly, ready for whatever the night—and the rest of our lives—was going to bring.

"I'm all in, Mr. Sheffield."