Page 47 of Depraved Royals
“Good.” He piles a couple of pillows in front of me. “Rest your chest on these. I want your hands holding your ass open.”
I move, parting my cheeks to expose my smallest hole. I feel humiliated yet profoundly turned on, knowing I’m giving him what he wants.
Kal trails the whip down my back, dragging the tails over my tight pucker. He flicks it at my pussy, catching my clit slightly, and I jump.
I feel the hot, smooth head of his cock pushing between my pussy lips, and I groan with relief as he sinks his length into me. His hand slides up my spine and into my hair, grabbing a handful.
“Don’t you let go of that ass, Dani,” he says, pulling back from me. “Not for anything. If you do, I’ll stop.”
My pussy clutches his cock as he plunges back inside me. At that exact moment, Kal brings the whip down on my exposed asshole.
My body is confused, pain gouging through my pleasure. My clit throbs, my pussy juice running down my legs even as my ass stings and spasms. The sensations are all mixed up, and somehow it feels fantastic.
Kal pushes all the way into me so he can reach around and hold the whip to my face. With a flick of his wrist, he spins it around so the handle faces me.
“Get this good and wet,” he says, bumping his hips against me, “because this is going in your asshole.”
I part my lips, taking the whip handle into my throat. It’s smooth and more petite than Kal’s cock, but I want it well-lubricated. I let him push it deep enough to make me gag and bring up the thicker spit he needs.
“That’s my good little slut,” he murmurs. He pulls the whip out of my mouth and rests it against my asshole. “You keep holding yourself open. I can’t wait to see you take this.”
I bury my face in the pillow and try to relax as Kal works the end of the handle into me. It’s tight, but his cock inside my pussy distracts me and helps me to loosen up. After a minute of tiny movements, the tip is lodged inside my ass.
Kal spits on me, and I feel the sudden wet warmth as his saliva runs over my skin.
“Breathe out on three. It’s going in. One, two, three….”
He pushes the handle into my ass, and I scream. The searing pain gives way to an all-encompassing feeling of fullness as Kal lets go of my hair and grips my hips, pounding my pussy harder.
“Well done,milaya. Let go now and touch your clit while I fuck you.”
I brace one arm beneath me and reach for my pussy with my free hand, rubbing my swollen clit rhythmically. My holes are stretched to the limit, the whip strands hanging from me like a tail. Kal gathers the loose tendrils in his hand, using them to move the whip handle around inside me.
It’s more than I can take. My orgasm hits me so hard that I see stars, and a strangled scream of pleasure rings from my throat, my thighs shaking. My juice runs freely, soaking the bed beneath my knees.
Kal feels me convulse and slams his hips, pumping me full of his come. He holds me still as he twitches, ensuring I take all of it.
We don’t move for a long time. Eventually, Kal takes hold of the still-wedged whip and strokes my shoulder gently with his other hand.
“Just relax your muscles,” he says. With a firm pull, the whip is gone, leaving only a dull throb.
As we lie there, I begin to feel a chill. Kal notices me shivering and pulls the blankets over me once more.
“I don’t have any clothes,” I say, snuggling up to his warmth.
Kal sounds tired. “You think I’d remember a cat-o’-nine-tails but not bring you anything to wear? There’s a suitcase under the bed with some things for you.”
“And you managed it yourself? No concierge to help this time?”
He swats my ass. “I did it all. Are you okay? I know that was kinda intense.”
“It was, but I’m fine. Will it always be like that for us?”
“No. I wanted to do the romantic thing and stare into your eyes, all that shit. But I stashed the whip in case the freak showed up to play, and whaddayaknow…”
I yawn. “What about my father?”
“He knew.”