Page 37 of Depraved Royals
I’ve never known a thrill like it. I feel like a goddess, a siren.
The couple on the carpet is done. The man is untying the woman, rubbing her wrists tenderly as she smiles at him.
Kal pushes at my thighs, lifting my ass off my heels and resting me on the edge of the couch. He rubs his face as he stands.
“I nearly drowned,” he grins, “but it was worth it.”
I stare at him, words failing me. Someone speaks up, breaking the spell.
“I think you guys had better take the floor.”
The man is helping his partner into a satin robe. He gestures at the red carpet.
Kal holds out a hand to me.He leads me to the red carpet, my legs still shaking.
I want more of this feeling. Something about the masks makes it all seem dreamlike.
All those eyes on me. Onus.
Kal pushes me to my knees and walks away. I’m still too dazed to fully take in what’s going on, but I can see him rummaging in an oversized ottoman standing at the edge of the carpeted area.
A moment later, he’s back. He gets onto one knee and takes my chin in his hand, turning my face to the back wall.
Above the balcony doors are letters a foot high, scrawled in red paint. The word is ‘lamplight.’
“That’s the safe word, Dani,” Kal says. “I’ll confess, I don’t want to hear it. But if you do say it, I’ll stop. Otherwise, your consent is assumed. Understand?”
I nod.
Kal stands and moves quickly behind me. He’s shifting my limbs, securing my wrists and ankles to a wooden board.
“It’s a pillory,” he whispers. “Sometimes called ‘stocks,’ but this one has four holes and holds your feet in between your hands.”
He’s not wrong. I’m stuck in this position, my hands behind me.
Kal stands before me again, his cock making an obscene tent in his pants, just inches from my face. He undoes his zipper, and his cock springs free, looking larger than ever. It’s been hard for so long now. It must be painful.
I open my mouth and watch as he grasps his erection at the base, sighing as I run my tongue around the tip. He pushes into my mouth, and I relax my throat, doing my best to take him as deep as he wants. I gag a little, and he growls with delight as he pulls his cock free.
“Spit on it,” he says.
I work my throat, pulling up as much saliva as I can, and he rests his cock on my lips as I spit. I watch as it runs down his shaft, and he pumps his hand up and down, moving the saliva along the length. His other hand reaches behind my neck, undoing the button holding up my halter-neck.
There’s a ripple of appreciation in the room as my dress falls to my waist, exposing my breasts. Kal pushes back into my mouth again, holding my head in place with both hands as he fucks my face.
The room is a blur, but the audience is entranced. Some men are openly jerking off. Others have wandered off into their own filthy little worlds, fucking on the furniture.
So many people watching me as Kal uses my mouth. I never dreamed this could feel so good…
Kal cries out and yanks his twitching cock from between my lips, catching it in his fist. He pumps it vigorously, his come landing on my face in hot silky ribbons.
A few people launch into spontaneous applause.
Kal is breathing heavily. He helps me to my feet, and I burst into laughter as a server appears at my side, silently holding a warm washcloth.
“What service,” I say, wiping my face. Kal has already zipped up, and he rearranges the front of my dress, restoring my modesty.
“So did you mean to come on my face, or…”