I whimpered and moaned as he slid into me. There was no doubt in my mind that when he was through with me, my pussy would be very well used and sore. My thighs trembled as I thought about what was to come and that’s when he thrust forward hard, seating himself fully inside me. I cried out as my body revolted against his enormous size, but there was no getting away and even though it hurt, I didn’t want to.
I was about to be fucked. His fingers tightened around my chin and my throat, owning me completely in that moment. He pulled his hips back and he pistoned forward into me, claiming my pussy hard in one single smooth motion.
That was only the beginning.
He slid in and out of me, claiming me with his length with incredible force. It was rough and I was left with no doubt that true to his word, this was going to leave me sore for a good long while. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, desperate to take every last inch of him because right now, that was exactly what I needed.
I writhed beneath him, feeling my release build inside me. I could feel it ebbing to life, twisting and turning inside my core, promising to be an orgasm that would be greater and more intense than anything that I had ever experienced before. My spine tingled with the promise of release, racing up and down every nerve as though it was the calm before the storm.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“Not yet, baby girl. You’re going to wait until I give you permission,” he said darkly, the intensity in his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. I nodded slowly, showing him that I understood and for some strange reason, knowing he would decide when I came for him made hot passionate desire simmer into a growing blaze deep inside me.
My core throbbed, twisting with the soreness he’d painted across my bottom with his palm and the ache he was building up within me.
I needed release. Badly.
His cock pistoned into my pussy roughly. He used my tight pussy as he wanted as I writhed beneath him. I moaned and I knew it was shameful, but my body yearned for the privilege to come for him.
I was burning with it.
My skin tingled with electricity, smoldering with need stronger than I had ever felt in my life. I was insatiable and his cock was driving me closer and closer toward the edge. If he didn’t allow me to come soon, I didn’t know how much longer that I would be able to hold it back before all my walls fell and my orgasm took over me whether I wanted it to or not.
My insides fluttered, unreleased tension swirling inside me and threatening to consume me from the inside out.
I started to beg. I pleaded for permission to come and just when I thought I was about to lose control, he said the words that I so desperately wanted to hear.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come hard for your king,” he demanded.
And I did. I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Piercing ecstasy tore through me from a place so deep inside that I feared that it would rip my soul apart. I keened as pleasure and pain twisted together and rippled through me with a strength that left me reeling. He fucked me hard and I could feel myself squeezing tight around him, milking his cock for every ounce of bliss that he had promised to give me.
He was good, so very, very good.
I had trouble keeping still and his fingers squeezed tighter around my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me as hard as I was meant to be fucked. My inner walls fluttered around him and my nipples hardened into tight little peaks that were stiff, achy, and begging to be touched. With a growl, he released my wrist and gripped my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At first, he pinched it lightly and after that, he twisted it more roughly as I came beneath him. I cried out, but at the same time my core pulsed and my orgasm continued, on and on until I thought I was going to shatter into pieces.
“That’s it, baby girl. I want to hear you scream for me,” he murmured into my ear and I moaned with pleasure. He dipped his head and his lips surrounded my nipple, licking and kissing it softly before he bit down on the tender peak.
I keened as sharp pain prickled across my breast, radiating outward and traveling down every nerve until it centered right in between my thighs.
“Please,” I pleaded, unsure of exactly what I was asking for.
He ignored me. Instead, he just bit down on my other nipple, only this time it was worse because I knew what was coming. My cries went unanswered as he mastered me with his mouth and his cock. Instead, he just kept fucking me as hard as before.
My first orgasm ended, and then strangely, another was building in its wake.
I didn’t know I was capable of another. This had never happened to me before. I heard tales of women who could come again and again, but it hadn’t ever been possible with me. Or at least, I had never tried, even with just a bullet or a toy alone in my bed after dark. With him though, I had a feeling it was going to be different.
His thumb dragged across my lips as he took me, and it only served to fuel the fire that was stoking deep in my core. He cocked his head to the side as he stared down at me, taking my nipple in between his fingers without even glancing down.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, baby girl,” he asked.
“I’ve never…” I began, but he cut me off.
“I can tell, sweet girl, but with me, it’s going to be different. You’re going to come for me, again and again, until I give you permission to stop. You’re going to come so many times for me that your legs are going to go numb and your entire body is going to ache. I want this little clit sore when I’m through with you and I’m going to make sure it is so that you never forget your rightful place before your king,” he said darkly, and I gasped as a wave of arousal rolled over me.
My pussy quivered hard and he thrust into me roughly. He fucked me even harder and faster than before and for a moment, I found myself fearful of his endurance and stamina. I had outlasted every man I had ever been with, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to with him.
I hadn’t been prepared to be fucked this well when I woke up in this strange bed in the middle of the mountains in a strange little kingdom ruled by a man who claimed he was king of both his subjects and me. I hadn’t wanted it, but he’d taken me and shown me that this was exactly what I needed.
My thighs began to quake. I could feel the next orgasm coming and I knew it was going to be stronger than the last.
“Yes, please. Harder,” I begged.
“You will take what I give you, baby girl,” he warned as he pistoned roughly into me. His cock curved up, scraping against that single spot inside me that threatened to undo me completely. Again, and again he pressed into my channel and I arched into him, unable to stop myself. My legs shook harder and the first scream of bliss escaped my lips.
“I want it,” I whispered.
“I know what you want, baby girl,” he murmured, and his words undid me.
A second orgasm steamrolled over the first, taking me and holding me captive in its powerful embrace. I drowned in ecstasy, squeezing my eyes shut as my hips met his thrusts. His cock speared into me and I reveled in the feeling of it as I fractured beneath him.
I screamed with pleasure, blinded by white-hot bliss. There was nothing I could do that would temper something like this, so I gave into it all.
I gave into him. Completely.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for your king,” he demanded.
Oh, fuck. I came for him so hard.
My legs never stopped shaking and I soon became fearful that this orgasm would never end. The way he was using my pussy right now made me think that I might be right.
“Oh, please,” I pleaded.
His grip around my throat tightened and I tumbled straight into a third orgasm. My entire body tightened, and my nipples pebbled tight. Every single muscle in my body tensed with pleasure, my legs squeezing hard around his waist and he groaned low, the sound arousing and decadent and so incredibly perfect.
My hips rolled, taking him deeper. My screams of pleasure never stopped and when my third orgasm finally ended, he pulled out of me swiftly and slammed back into me with enough force to jolt me back and forth.
“Everyone can hear you, baby girl. I think that makes you come harder, doesn’t it?” he murmured, reminding me of just how much he’d taken my dignity and turned me into a wet little mess that trembled and begged for permission to come all over his cock.
I blushed hard and he held my chin firmly still in his grasp, forcing me to look up at him. He reveled in my shame and to my horror, my pussy convulsed hard around his cock as he did so. He studied me closely, driving his cock into me hard, over and over again.
“You blush, baby girl, but even now, your body is telling me that you like knowing that everyone can hear you,” he observed carefully.
“Please,” I begged, feeling a nervous ball of anxious arousal curl up inside me.
“I think, sweet girl, that you’re going to come that much harder when everyone can not only hear you, but see you too,” he warned.
My nipples stiffened and I couldn’t stop my inner walls from spasming all around him. His smile widened and I grew very nervous. He pulled out of me in silence and grasped me around the waist, lifting me off the bed and walking over to the open window. He took a nearby blanket and tossed it over the windowsill, before he pressed me down over top of it.
With a gasp, I looked out at the crowd that had gathered there, feeling incredibly small and vulnerable. I was naked and exposed before them. Not only that, I was ashamed but also incredibly aroused.
I’d already come three times and being put on display like this made me want to come again. He stood behind me and pressed his fingers between my thighs, exploring the wetness that had gathered there. He pushed his thumb into me and used it to fuck me slowly. I whined because even though his finger was thick and it felt wonderful, it wasn’t his enormous cock.
He didn’t leave it there very long. Instead, he dragged it upward and I stilled as he ventured up the cleft of my ass before he settled on top of my bottom hole. No one could see where his finger was, but it was so incredibly shameful anyway.
“No one has ever claimed this tight little hole before, isn’t that right, baby girl,” he said, loud enough for everyone watching below to hear and I whimpered with disbelief. I didn’t answer because I didn’t know if I was capable of forming words right now.
The feeling of his finger pressing against my bottom hole was so dirty and shameful and wrong. At the same time, it was so intensely arousing that it left me shaking with need.
“Answer your king,” he ordered.
I opened my lips, but no words came out. His thumb pressed harder, and I gasped sharply as my body fought off his advance. It pinched for a long moment before he relaxed the pressure, a clear message that he would punish me there if I failed to do as he instructed. He waited and I opened my lips, trying to force the words from my lips.
“No one’s ever touched me there,” I finally answered when I was able.
“This pleases me,” he murmured. “I’m going to be the first. One day, I may claim it with my cock, but today, you’re going to know what it feels like to have my finger pushed all the way inside this tight little bottom while I’m fucking your soaking wet pussy with my cock.”
He said it loudly and with enough authority that the entire crowd would be able to hear every last word. My shame deepened and I had little doubt that the entirety of my face was bright red with it. His cock nestled against my wet folds and I couldn’t help myself as my body trembled with arousal. I bit my lip, attempting to keep quiet.
With painful slowness, he pushed his cock into my waiting channel. I whimpered and moaned quietly, trying to keep myself from giving away how good it felt for him to claim my pussy with the velvety hard shaft. Once he was situated all the way inside me, he stilled. I pouted with need and one of the women watching in the crowd smirked knowingly up at me.
“Don’t you dare try to hide your screams from me, baby girl,” he demanded, and my pussy squeezed around his cock. He chuckled, the sound dark and expectant.
Then he pressed his thumb against my bottom hole once more, only this time he was more insistent. He slid inside my tight rim using my own wetness and the gravity of that shameful act was not lost on me. His advance was painful, and I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking as the burning sensation raced up and back down my spine, finally settling deep in my core and making my clit pulse with arousal.
“Oh, it hurts!” I exclaimed.
“It’s supposed to, baby girl. I want you to remember your place and my finger here is going to make sure of it,” he replied, a seductive rumble laced through his tone.
He pushed his thumb deeper, spreading my tight little hole wider than it had ever been. I keened as I fought him, my body reluctant to take him where he wasn’t supposed to be taken. The burning ache intensified for a long moment before I tried to relax, and I was relieved when the sharp pain finally reduced to a gradual ache. One large hand wound around my waist as he pressed the entirety of his thumb into my asshole, holding me in place.
He remained still for a long time, keeping his cock all the way inside me at the same time he had a finger encased by my bottom. My body trembled as I waited for what would come next, shaking and quivering with the desire for more.
“I can feel that wet little pussy clenching around my cock. You want me to fuck you with my finger in this tight little hole,” he observed.
“You’re going to come for me, baby girl, with everyone watching, with my finger inside your bottom and with my cock thoroughly teaching you your rightful place,” he said loudly, and I trembled as a shiver raced down my spine.
I exhaled a heated breath, trying to keep the raging arousal inside me at bay. I didn’t want him to be right. I shouldn’t want to be fucked in front of a crowd like this. I shouldn’t want him to touch my asshole, but I did. I wanted it badly.
“When you’re ready to begin, baby girl, you will beg me for it. Until then, you will remain here on display for my subjects with my cock all the way inside that sweet little pussy and my thumb in your tight little bottom hole,” he announced.
The shame compounded into incredible arousal inside me and I could feel myself slipping toward the edge. His thick finger inside me no longer hurt, instead it just ached. The soft soreness was more pleasurable than painful now, making my clit pulse with the need to orgasm once more.
My entire body heated with desire, more and more until I was sure I would burn from the inside out. The air felt too hot to breathe and my heart was pounding inside my chest, but all of that paled to how much my greedy pussy was pulsing with passionate need.
The crowd could see him standing behind me. They knew that he’d claimed both of my holes because he told them. They also knew that he’d spanked both my ass and my very wet pussy, and that I’d already screamed my pleasure for him over and over in his bed. They’d heard all of that. Now they were going to get a chance to see it all for themselves as well.
My fingernails dug into the windowsill. My palms pressed down against the wood. My upper half was angled down, and his subjects would be able to see the nakedness of my bared bottom, and the way my hips were beginning to move so shamefully as my body begged for him to take me before my mouth did. They could see every last piece of me as their king mastered one of his disobedient subjects. The temptation grew and I realized I was losing control.
He’d taken it. Every last bit of it. And it made me want to come all over his cock.
I could feel my pussy tightening around him and then, I did the unthinkable. I said the words he wanted to hear because I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Please fuck me, Your Majesty,” I cried out, forfeiting every last shred of dignity that I had left. I no longer cared that the crowd could see and hear me. I was so desperate and so needy for him to give me pleasure that I would do whatever it took to get it.
I was a dirty girl. I knew that now.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and my heart catapulted in my chest. His pelvis pulled back and slapped hard against my ass, brutally reminding me of the sting of his palm against my bared flesh. My bottom was still sore and as he thrust into me, thoughts of him turning me over his knee and punishing me with a spanking flooded over me. I grew even hotter.
I moaned. I cried. I mewled with need.
Then his finger started to move. It pressed in and out of my bottom and I lost every single ounce of control that I had held onto.
“Oh, god. Please. Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. He took me hard, his finger taking my bottom as roughly as he pleased, and I came undone.
I broke beneath him, coming in front of everyone watching because I no longer had a choice. My pussy quivered around his cock and I came so hard that I choked back a sob.
My fucking didn’t stop after I came. In fact, it only got rougher. Harder. He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp and wrenched my head up, putting me on display as he made me come on his cock over and over for everyone watching. Pain blossomed across the back of my head as he pulled my hair and I fell apart even harder.
I came again. And again. I came so many times that I lost count and I came some more. He’d taken me and rendered into senseless mess of insatiable need in order to teach me my place. My legs shook and my body went numb and still, he didn’t stop.
“Not yet, baby girl. You’re going to keep coming for me until there’s tears running down those pretty little cheeks. I want everyone to see you break for me,” he demanded.
My pussy tightened and I screamed as another orgasm shattered me into pieces.
He took his thumb from my bottom and replaced it with two fingers. A fresh wave of pain rolled over me and I keened in front of everyone. His hand in my hair pulled taut and I met the eyes of a number of people watching and cheering him on. I blushed hard, but at the same time, another orgasm wrenched through me with even more power than all the others.
His cock powered into me with vigor and I arched into him, giving him easier and deeper access to my body. I shivered, feeling another orgasm building even after everything I’d already taken from him.
I started to fear each subsequent orgasm. Each one was a reminder that I didn’t control what my body did anymore. Matteo did. He owned every painful orgasm and as the next one built inside me, threatening and menacing in what it promised, my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I tried to draw in a breath and hold myself together, but I couldn’t. I was gone.
The very first tear traced down my cheek and then they began to fall in spades. I sobbed through the next orgasm, screaming as I broke apart with him claiming my tight holes. I was so full, so heated with desire and then my release sliced through me like a hot knife through butter.
I broke for him, in front of his subjects and beneath him with his cock in my pussy and his fingers in my ass. I drowned in pleasurable bliss, all while I sobbed through every last aching second of it. I screamed. I cried and I took every last thing he gave me because he wanted me to take it.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
When my orgasm finally faded, his hand released my hair and curled around my neck. His fingers pulled free of my ass and he lifted me up so that my back pressed against his chest. He held me close, his grip possessive around my throat as I cried and caught my breath.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, only this time his voice was only loud enough for me to hear. He wasn’t talking to the crowd anymore. He was only speaking for me.
“There’s one last thing you’re going to do for me before I allow you to rest,” he instructed sternly and I stilled, sniffling back my tears as I listened carefully to him.
“You’re going to kneel for me. Then, you’re going to ask for the privilege of cleaning off my cock. Do you understand?” he said, his voice sure and steady.
I hesitated. I wasn’t very experienced in taking a man in my mouth. I didn’t know the proper way to pleasure a man that way and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it yet.
“If you don’t ask me, baby girl, you’re going to find out how it feels to have that pretty little bottom fucked just as hard as your very wet and sore little pussy was. Do you really want to test me?” he asked, as he dragged his thumb along my lip.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to test him. I didn’t know if I could handle anymore.
I swallowed heavily and whimpered before the shameful words left my lips.
“May I clean off your cock, Your Majesty?” I begged, feeling a flush of shame overtake my features. My voice had been loud enough that the crowd had definitely heard me, and my blush deepened. He didn’t say anything. He just silently pulled free from my pussy and took my fingers within his. Carefully, he helped me down to my knees and when I was situated, I looked up at him.
“That’s a good girl. Show your king how much you’ve learned your lesson with that pretty little mouth,” he murmured.
Tentatively, I dropped my gaze to his cock and shivered when I saw the evidence of my arousal all over his firm length. His velvet softness shone with it and I hesitantly reached out to touch it. He was so very hard and so large up close that I bit my lip nervously, wondering how I was going to fit all of him in my mouth.
I wasn’t naïve. I knew he’d probably take my mouth just as roughly as he’d taken the rest of me. I also realized that this was probably going to hurt too.
He was putting on a show. He was making an example of me in front of his people. I’d been disobedient and if what he said was true, he was their king and he wasn’t one to be trifled with.
I swallowed nervously and leaned forward, tracing my tongue around the rim of his shaft. I could taste the sweetness of my own arousal along with a decadent saltiness that was decisively his. It was far more delicious than I anticipated.
I licked him again.
His fingers petted the top of my head and wrapped around the back of my scalp, and then his cock pressed directly against my lips. He thrust gently and I opened for him, reveling in the feeling of him sliding against my tongue.
“You’re going to have to show a little more enthusiasm, baby girl, unless you want that little bottom whipped with my belt after I’m through with your mouth,” he warned, the seductive thrall in his voice addictive.
I whimpered and closed my lips around him, edging forward and then backwards as I swirled my tongue around his length. The more of him I took in my mouth, the more confident I felt. It felt to be good to be put on my knees before him and I wanted to please him after all the pleasure he had given me.
I enjoyed the taste of myself on him, so much so that I suckled him more aggressively. His fingers dug into my scalp and I moaned around his length. He thrust into my mouth a bit more roughly after that and I gagged for a moment, trying to gather myself against the unexpected movement. Then he did it again.
He took control of me.
He’d allowed my tentative explorations for so long, but I’d reached my limits. Now he pistoned into my mouth, pushing his cock deeper into my throat before I was ready. I found it hard to breathe and as I started to panic, he spoke to me.
“Time your breathing, baby girl,” he murmured, and I tried to obey. It took some time to figure out his pacing, but eventually I learned to pull in air when he moved and to breathe out around him when he pushed back down my throat.
Still, even as I learned to take him, it was painful. His cock was large, and it spread my lips open wide. He used my throat hard and in no time at all, my near virginal throat started to get sore. I knew he didn’t care though. Leaving all my holes sore was his goal.
My pussy pulsed hard.
The crowd below cheered me on, the window low enough to reveal to all of them exactly what I was doing. They could see his hands gripping my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth, using it as hard as he saw fit.
Tears trailed down my cheeks, unbidden. I wondered if the mascara I’d been wearing the night before was running down my cheeks, revealing how much this man had made me sob with my pleasure and his own.
Matteo groaned and my entire body throbbed hotly at the sound. There was nothing sexier than knowing that he was enjoying me just as much as I had enjoyed him.
His thighs trembled and I placed my palms against him, doing my very best to swallow his length because that’s what he demanded of me.
He growled and shook a little, before his cock throbbed on top of my tongue. I sucked him harder and more fervently than ever, sweeping my mouth thoroughly around the head of his shaft until he quaked a little harder and groaned a bit more noisily.
His cock throbbed again and all at once, his hot seed spurted into the back of my throat.
I’d never swallowed before, but I doubted he would expect anything less. I did my best to take every last drop because he was the king and I was his subject.
That wasn’t the only reason though. I swallowed because I wanted to. I took it all because it made me wet.
He growled and thrust into me roughly. Then he pulled out of my mouth just as quickly. He wiped the wetness from my lips with his thumb before forcing it back into my mouth to suck clean.
“Very good, little girl. I’m proud of you,” he said warmly. He turned and took the blanket from the windowsill, before he closed the window. The show was over.
He offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. His arms surrounded me with warmth, and he lifted me off the floor and strode over to the bed. He moved the covers out of the way and tucked me beneath them.
I watched as he dressed, almost sad to see him cover up those glistening muscles. He tucked his cock into his slacks and buttoned up his shirt before he looked at me once more.
“You will get some rest for the rest of the afternoon. Tonight, you’ll be joining me for dinner,” he said. There was obvious expectation in his voice, and I bit my lip as I appraised him.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I answered, my entire body humming with sensation.
He left the room after that and I just sat there in his bed. Or my bed. Was this his room? Where even was I?
I pressed my fingers to my forehead, feeling dazed and confused and more intensely satisfied than I had ever been in my life.
Perhaps this was all a dream, or it was some made-up hallucination. Maybe I’d lost my mind, but none of that made sense.
Matteo Giovanni Santaro was real and he’d been true to his word. My entire body felt numb and he’d left my mouth, my pussy, and my virgin asshole sore just like he’d promised that he would.
And tonight, I was going to go to dinner with the man who had just put me on display and fucked me in front of his whole kingdom.
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