Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
As soon as your appointments are finished for today, I’m going to sink into that little princess cunt and rattle your fucking teeth, I’m going to ride it so hard.
Or…
Daddy wants you from behind, baby. My patience is waning.
Or…
I would die for you, princess. Over and over. You only have to ask.
Before the commander arrived, I was insecure and afraid of my own shadow, plagued by memories of the incident. Now, I’m too exhausted from our nocturnal activities to dream. I’m not nervous about walking into a room full of impatient advisors or leaving the palace grounds. He’s the wind at my back, the safety net beneath me, the stars above. And I am all those things to him. My heart beats with that truth, and right now, it’s accelerating, because Conrad is trailing a finger downward between my breasts, over the dip of my navel, his hand splaying on my bare hip.
“You’ll wear blue today,” he says. “That dark blue silky blouse, tucked into a skirt. And a pair of black stockings that almost reach your pussy. The thinnest, barely there panties you own, so I can reach under your skirt in between meetings and feel it purring in my hand.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His fingertip ghosts over the mound between my legs, making my stomach hollow, expand and hollow once again. “Have I mentioned that every single part of you is perfect?”
I nod, swallowing, tears melting into my eyes and moisture gathering between my legs. It’s as though he controls my entire body, right down to my nervous system, my tear ducts and sex organs and bloodstream all belong to him to command at will, beating his name, pounding with abandon. “Yes, you’ve told me,” I whisper.
“You’re going to be told again, Princess,” he says gruffly, wetting his mouth while looking me over, his gaze moving over my thighs and pussy and breasts. “Because I am overwhelmed by your beauty. By your feel. And if I’m going to be kept in this state of admiration all goddamn day, you’re going to hear about it. Let’s start with your pretty little toes and work our way up.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, you say, so casually…” He picks up my bare right foot and brings it to his mouth, his eyes closing on a shudder as he kisses my arch, then my toes, one by one. “Painted so innocently with pink, but they dig into my ass with such savagery when you’re getting fucked on your back, don’t they?”
He bites two of my smaller toes and I whimper. “I had no idea. I can’t…I can’t think—”
“When I’m practically assaulting you with the erection you’ve given me all day?”
“Y-yes.”
“Moving on to these legs.” He takes several deep, bracing breaths, swiping a few beads of sweat from his upper lip. “You cross them so demurely while performing your palace duties. One might think you don’t even know how to spread them for a man.” He settles a possessive hand on my knee and presses my thigh wide, exposing my most private flesh, which I’m sure is wickedly wet. “But I know the truth. You drop them open like a good girl when it’s time for me to eat.”
My hips lift involuntarily at those words, a sob wrenching from my throat.
It’s true.
I’ve found his mouth to be the closest I’ll ever get to heaven on earth.
I’m shameless about asking for his tongue. That rough way he creates friction against my clit while his long middle finger twists in and out of me. My God, it is divine.
“Look at all that pretty juice,” he rumbles, gripping my other knee and holding it open, my thighs well and truly spread for his attention now. “I’m supposed to be getting you dressed, little princess, but you can’t stop making my cock hard, can you?”
“No,” I murmur, haltingly. “Not when you’re talking to me like this.”
“Sorry, baby, I could talk about your pussy all fucking day.” He pries my knees wider, his pupils blanketing his irises while he peruses me. “Explain how it gets tinier every time I fuck it, Greta. Maybe you’re swollen because I can’t resist long enough to give you a break. Or maybe I just get harder and thicker every time I’m offered your pretty, royal cunt, because I come away more obsessed every. Single. Time. But Jesus Christ, baby, it’s like fucking a virgin three times a day. You’re murdering me with that tight little thing.”
I’m squirming in the bed sheets now, a fine sheen of perspiration coating my freshly washed skin, my breasts heaving up and down, insatiable need rippling through my lower body in a way I know that is visible to him. He sees everything.
“We’re going to address your tits next,” growls the commander. “How they pout and jiggle every time you walk. How they bounce like you’re being railed every time you ride a horse. Do you know why I make your security team turn their backs while you ride now? Because they’re all thinking of taking turns with you in the field.” He leans down without warning and licks his tongue over the stiff peak of my left nipple, making me cry out, my nerve endings on the highest of alerts. “I was about to have a mutiny on my hands, all because of these barely legal tits. Fuck, I love them. I’m infatuated with them, but they only bounce for your Daddy, little girl, do you understand?”