Chapter 4

Walking into my favourite room in the household set aside for visiting Salistyan royalty, I could feel Sir’s presence in the corner, hiding in the shadows. At the foot of the bed lay a blindfold and a rope. My excitement escalated as I stripped out of my clothes, placed the blindfold on, and kneeled on the floor facing the bed with my hands held behind my back. This wasn’t my first rodeo. Nor was it his.

Using his magic, he swept air down my chest, circling and teasing my nipples as he came over to fleetingly caress my hands. This was the only gentle gesture I was granted before he roughly tied them together with the rope. He was definitely angry.

‘Stand,’ he ordered.

Taking in a deep breath, stopping a moan from leaving my lips, I obeyed. I could feel him walk around to my front. My magic sensed that he had sat on the foot of the bed where the blindfold was a moment ago.

His hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward so that I was hinging at the hips, head down and breasts falling onto the top of his thighs. Groaning, he cupped both of my breasts, lightly teasing my nipples. I inhaled sharply.

‘Two fucking months is too long, Valare,’ he grumbled.

I opened my mouth to reply, before my head was shoved further down to take his cock in my mouth. I let out a moan.

‘Too fucking long,’ he groaned, as he started to lift my head up and down, fucking my face in a slow, torturous rhythm.

I was completely at his mercy as he took what he wanted, letting out his pent-up frustration. I tightened my mouth, creating a suction on his cock, my sole focus bent on making him feel good. Using my body to ask for forgiveness, to apologise.

Before I could react to what was happening, he pulled me off him and threw me on the bed. My back hit the mattress while my legs splayed out to the sides. Without missing a beat, he moved to straddle my chest, cupped my chin and opened my mouth, forcing his way back inside of me.

His thrusts quickened, his breath sharpening as he continued to move. Evidently, he had no regard for my comfort which, at this point, was heading straight to the uncomfortable zone. Tears leaked out of my eyes, my jaw opened to its limit, my gag reflex well and truly engaged.

I guess this is what I deserve, though. For him to take his frustration out on me. It’s my fault that I couldn’t find a quiet moment in two months to have some privacy with him. It’s my fault I’m a royal. It’s my fault that we fell in love.

It’s all your fault. His words from our last conversation played over and over in my mind.

Suddenly, he roughly withdrew himself and moved down the bed. He shoved two fingers in my mouth, collecting the juices his thrusts had created before plunging deep inside my core. After a couple of quick, rough thrusts, his fingers were gone, replaced with his cock. Slamming into me in one hard, heavy thrust, I couldn’t suppress the slight wince and groan elicited by his brutality.

Noticing my discomfort, his deep, dominant voice rose between the sounds our bodies were making. ‘So, are you going to apologise for being a bad girl? For keeping what’s mine away from me?’

I could only moan in response, overcome with the pool of pleasure spreading through my core. A sharp smack landed on my clit. I shrieked.

‘Use your words, Valare. Are you going to apologise for not prioritising me and my needs? For letting that fucking Arloman scum put his cock in what is clearly mine?’ he roared. His thrusts sped up, a giveaway that he was close to reaching the edge.

‘I’m …’ I was breathing hard by now, tears building in my eyes at the sensations.

‘Speak up, sweetheart, otherwise I’ll find other uses for that mouth of yours.’

‘I’m sorry, Sir, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault,’ I sobbed.

‘Good girl. It is your fault, but I still love you anyway. Because that’s what love is. Seeing all of you, punishing you when needed, and keeping you in check.’

Holding my ankles with both hands and spreading my feet further apart, his thrusts became erratic, uncontrolled, taking everything, showing no consideration for my needs. Not this time anyway. I don’t deserve it.

‘Open that mouth wide and tongue out. You whore of Arlom, you don’t deserve my seed in you tonight,’ he ordered.

Not one to defy a direct order, I did as I was told. A second later, I felt him slip out of me and a string of wet stickiness hit my neck, before landing on my cheek, tongue, and forehead.

He moved up to slap his drained cock on my cheeks, smearing more across my face before roughly shoving his cock back into my mouth with an order to clean him.

Moaning, I sucked and licked off every last bit of him, humming my pleasure for his graciousness in allowing me to service him, despite being an Arlom whore.

He pulled my mouth further onto his rapidly hardening dick, holding it still while he pushed two of his fingers back inside me, working me closer and closer to climax. I moaned and thrashed around, wishing I had my hands untied to feel him. But as always, he was in control.

He released my head, allowing me to suck furiously on his cock, my climax seconds away. My legs started to still, my pelvis naturally shifting upwards. My moaning ceased as I felt the overwhelming sense of bliss taking over my whole body. And that’s when he pulled his fingers out.

I whimpered in disappointment, having been so close to the finish line. He slapped my clit once more.

‘Your satisfaction doesn’t matter, Valare. You’re here to service me. And if I don’t want you to come? You won’t. I’ll take what is mine and you’ll give it to me willingly like the little slut that you are. And when you take everything I graciously give you, never forget that you did this; you didn’t prioritise me and my needs,’ he said oh-so-quietly. ‘Does your darling husband know this is how you spend your evenings away from him? With me? Putting this dripping wet pussy to good use like the other Salistyan girls just waiting to be bred? Tied up and left to the mercy of the one that truly owns her?’

With that, he kept fucking my face, lasting only seconds before exploding in my mouth. Forcing his cock all the way to the back of my throat, I had no option but to swallow everything he gave me.

Abruptly pulling away, I felt him withdrawing to the other side of the room, next to the door. I heard the shuffle of clothes being put back into their rightful place.

‘Wait,’ I said, before he could leave the room. ‘Aren’t we going to talk? Aren’t you going to untie me?’ I could untie myself, but it wasn’t the point.

He sighed, before coming back to untangle me. ‘There. But don’t expect more from me tonight. I love you Valare, but a two month wait is not something I can forgive after a tumble in the hay. Work harder to prove yourself to me.’ He left the room.

I scrambled to sit up and take the damn blindfold off. Immediately, I wish I hadn’t. There was a mirror in front of me, and I could see I was a dismal sight. My bare breasts were on display, legs spread wide open, neck and face heavily covered in his marks.

Maybe he wasn’t far off. I sure do look like an Arlom whore.

But that was a thought I needed to shut down immediately, because he didn’t really think I was a whore. He only said that in the moment to heighten the roleplay. He wouldn’t actually treat me like a whore.

He loves me. Sure, things have changed since I married Eliasson, but that’s only natural, right? He says he’s always loved me and always will. He says that sometimes I bring these things upon myself, with my impulsiveness and lack of foresight. And he says if he doesn’t punish me, how will I learn?

Wanting your partner to grow is love. And sometimes the methods involve his gratification and my punishment. That’s how I show my love and commitment to him, he said. That’s what he needs from me. And he will always be there, through thick and thin. Because he loves me.