Page 86 of Depraved Royals
We take off, and within a few minutes, we’re settled at a low cruising altitude.
The PA system lets fly with a burst of static before the pilot speaks.
“All good. I’m turning off the seatbelt signs now. Feel free to move around the cabin.”
Kal pulls his seatbelt buckle, and he’s out of his seat, kneeling in front of me. He leans in to kiss me, flinging my tiara across the cabin as he winds his hands through my hair.
“That was expensive,” I murmur against his lips.
“I’ll buy you ten.”
He reaches for my skirt, trying to lift it. “Another outfit designed by some cock-blocking fucker. Help me out here. What do I do?”
I reach for the zipper at the side of the dress. Kal undoes my seatbelt so I can stand up, and I shimmy my hips, wiggling the dress down to the ground. I step out of it and kick it aside, with Kal still kneeling at my feet.
“Oh, I like you there,” I say. “You look like you’re worshipping me.”
“I am.”
As he instructed, I’m naked.
Almost.
He slides his hands up my legs, kneeling up to kiss my rounded stomach. “You’re everything, Dani. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Really? Well, husband — I have a question.
“Tell me what you wanted to do to me when you were jerking off in the bathroom.”
Kal looks at me, a wide grin plastered across his handsome face.
“As luck would have it,” he says, sliding his thumb over my pussy lips, “I wanted to turn you over, bend you over the back of this exact seat, and fuck you very hard.”
“Be rude not to do it then, wouldn’t it?” I turn away from his as I speak, bending slightly at the waist so he can see the evidence of my obedience.
“Holy shit,” Kal whispers. He strokes my ass with his hand. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Nestled between my buttocks is a beautiful glass butt plug. It’s a tear-drop shape, and at the flared end is a crown decorated with multicolored jewels.
I inserted it before I put on my wedding dress. Throughout the ceremony and ever since, it’s been in my asshole, teasing my nerve endings and giving me tingles of pleasure every time I move.
Kal told me to do it, so I did. And now he knows I’ll always play his filthy little games.
The hours of stimulation have got my pussy seriously worked up. I can feel my juice running down my legs, and as I bend over and open myself up, the empty feeling intensifies.
I want my new husband to rail me right here, but I don’t need to say so. Because he knows, and he’s gonna do it.
“Kneel on the seat,” Kal says. His voice is thick with lust. “I wanna enjoy the view for a moment.”
As I get into position, I hold the back of the seat for balance. I hear Kal undo his zipper, and he moans as he grips his cock, stroking it as he looks at me.
“This was what I imagined. Only it’s better. That plug makes you look like such a slut.” He takes a step, and I feel his warmth as he leans against my ass. Without warning, he slaps the plug’s base, and I cry out.
“That’s the good stuff,” Kal murmurs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wetness. He slips between my pussy lips, stretching me open, and I arch my back as he fills me.
God, he feels good. I’ve wanted this all day.
Kal nudges the plug again, growling as my pussy clenches in response. He grips the flesh of my ass as he thrusts harder.