Page 36 of Depraved Royals
On closer examination, the man is holding a butt plug. It’s shaped like a pine cone, lightly textured in forest-green glass. He steps closer to the woman and parts the cheeks of her ass with one hand, exposing her rosy asshole to everyone.
Without warning, he spits on her, rubbing the butt plug over her tiny hole. She moans, her hair hanging as she moves her head from side to side.
I’m transfixed. I’ve seen nothing like this in my life. My wetness is pooling in my folds, and I’m worried it’ll go through the dress because I made the rash decision not to wear any panties. They were spoiling the line of my outfit.
The man pushes the plug into the woman’s ass, and she cries out as it stretches her. Some of the audience move closer, trying to get a better look. I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, barely conscious of my movements as I grind my pussy against the upholstery.
“You dirty bitch,” Kal murmurs, and I break out of my reverie long enough to look at him.I thought he was talking about the bound woman, but as I meet his eyes, I realize he meant me.
I want to keep my expression neutral, but I can’t. He’s sitting back, his arms draped along the top of the couch like he’s a king, and this is his court. The scene could be playing out just for us despite all the other people in the room.
I tear my eyes away from his, drawn by the cries from the red carpet.
The man is working the plug in and out of the woman’s asshole. She’s enjoying the room’s attention, making eye contact with the audience as her partner plays with her.
I feel a surge of jealousy.
Iwant to be the one everyone is looking at. I want every woman here to watch Kal, wishing he was touching her, fucking her, but knowing he’s off limits. Because he’smine.
The man frees his cock from his pants and eases it into the woman’s pussy, leaving the plug buried in her ass. She hisses through her teeth as he grabs her ass with both hands, pulling out of her again.
A crack rings out like a gunshot. The man massages the place where his hand landed, a reddish bloom rushing to the woman’s skin. He plunges back inside her as he spanks her again.
Crack.
In my peripheral vision, I see Kal move. He’s kneeling on the ground. I’m dimly aware of him lying on the floor, his face upside down between my feet.
Crack.
Kal tugs at my dress.
“Down here, Dani. You keep watching, and I’ll make you come.”
Crack.
The woman is losing it, her cries getting more ragged and desperate as her partner fucks her harder.Kal pulls my dress again, and I look at him.
“You wanted me to keep touching you last night, right? Sit on my face, and I’ll make it up to you.”
He’s a demon.
Does he know what I fucking dreamed about? How?
Of course he doesn’t. He got into my room. It really happened.
I decide I don’t care. He’s right - he owes me, leaving me wet and wanting in the middle of the night like that…
I slide onto my knees, my dress over Kal’s head. He slips his hands over my thighs as I straddle his face, a muffled moan escaping him.
“Oh fuck,” he says.
I sigh as his tongue spears my soaking pussy, lapping up my juice. His stubble grazes my clit, and he maneuvers me so he can suck it gently.
I’m shaking. I didn’t realize how little it would take to make me come, but it’s building already. Kal’s tongue works my clit insistently, dipping into my pussy now and again, and the pleasure sends bolts of electricity up my spine. As his mouth works its magic, I brace my back against the couch for support.
The bound woman’s eyes are closed, but as her partner spanks her one last time, her orgasm hits her, and she opens her eyes, looking straight into mine. Her cry of ecstasy spurs Kal on, and he lashes his tongue over my clit, pushing me over the edge.
He holds my waist tightly as I come, gushing wetness over his face. As I come down from the peak, I notice that I have an audience of my own. So many men are looking at me.