Chelsea

“Darius… Your grace? Is that how you’re addressed in your country?” I sat up in bed, watching as his royal highness moved about the small cabin in his boxer briefs. Damn, the man put Thor to shame in the ripped muscle department. The broad shoulders tapered down to a slender waist and the most divine ass I’d seen on a man.

And Darius was a man.

It was so obvious now that Derek had just been a boy. A boy who didn’t want to grow up. He was a year older than I, which had felt like a lot in college. He’d graduated from Michigan State first and moved to New York City to pursue notoriety as a DJ. We’d drifted apart. When I graduated, he asked me to join him there, but I just didn’t have enough faith in us. I didn’t want to limit my career options by honing in on one city, just for a boy. Didn’t want to make the same mistake as my mom. So I’d taken a position at Rolling Stone in Los Angeles instead of following him and we’d kept up the long-distance relationship, even though we both knew it was over. I guess my trip to Ibiza to be with him was my last-ditch effort to save things. Or to figure out if it was time to let go.

And now that I’d had a man, now that I’d been with Darius, I regretted the years I’d kept myself tangled in that worthless relationship.

I couldn’t believe I’d spent the night being spooned by royalty. After our card game, he’d ordered me to climb into his bed.

I’d been braced for more dominance and sex, but instead, he’d climbed under the covers with me and turned on the television, flipping through and asking me what I liked to watch. We’d sat up watching the entire first season of Peaky Blinders on Netflix before turning out the light. It had been surprisingly comfortable.

Too comfortable.

My traitorous heart had started to lock onto Darius as the ideal male, one I knew without a shadow of a doubt I’d never have, and one no other man would ever measure up to. So yeah… every minute I spent in the presence of his overwhelming magnetism screwed every future relationship I might have.

“Get out of this bed without my permission and I’ll keep you chained to it for the next two days,” he’d warned in the darkness between us.

I’d frowned, but my pussy had clenched, somehow finding the threat thrilling. Did it really just take one day with the duke to turn me into a BDSM convert?

“Yes, sir,” I’d muttered, and he’d pulled my back against his front, nestling behind me. It was reward enough to soften me, forgetting all offense at his threat. On the floor beside the bed, Shadow’s tail thumped against the floor. Apparently he was as happy as I was to be sleeping with the duke.

I’d woken that morning when he climbed out of bed.

Darius turned to me and his lips twitched as he regrettably pulled a shirt over his head. “You may call me Master.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Careful, little slave.” He crawled up on the bed. “I’m quick to punish insolence.”

My belly fluttered. I almost wanted a taste of his punishment. But I also had some compelling need to do his bidding. “May I get off the bed now?”

His sexy grin was reward enough. “You may.”

I padded to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway. “Will I be allowed to leave your room today?” I asked casually over my shoulder.

“No.”

Damn.

“Would you mind grabbing my bag from Prince Kaspar’s room?” I wanted my laptop or phone to start taking notes. I also wanted to research every aspect of the Madison James story.

Of course, Darius was onto me. His eyes narrowed. “What do you need from it?”

“Um… just my toiletries, I guess.” Damn. Damn. Damn.

“All right. I’ll be back.” Shadow leaped to his feet as Darius neared the door. “Don’t leave this room.”

“I won’t,” I promised. But after I used the bathroom, I stood at the door in a t-shirt and pair of boxer shorts borrowed from Darius, having an internal debate about the wisdom of taking a peek outside.

Were the other girls still chained up? Or had their ‘masters’ been as kind and lenient underneath it all as mine had? Was this simply a game to all of them? It must be.

Marina certainly hadn’t even thought the BDSM worth mentioning. No, she probably just didn’t want to risk me turning the job down.

I turned the door’s handle and stepped into the corridor on bare feet, listening for any sounds of life. I heard none. Padding softly, I headed down the corridor. All the cabin doors were shut. The stairs to sunlight and fresh air beckoned me. I’d been cooped up in Darius’ cabin for nearly twenty hours.

I climbed the narrow steps, only to have a strong arm wrap around my waist and haul me back down. My back hit a hard, muscled body. When a hand wrapped around my throat, I whimpered.

“What did I tell you about leaving the room, princess?” Darius growled in my ear.

I clawed at the hand on my throat, even though his fingers weren’t closed and no real pressure was being applied.

“Hmm?”

“Darius,” I gasped, my vision starting to close in on me. “Please. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I love when you beg like that. Who owns you, baby? Who are you supposed to obey?”

He was turned on? By my begging? A hot flash of anger seared me, but right on its heels came lust. His desire called to mine, dragging me through my fear and into some strange realm where fear and passion mingled, making an exotic cocktail of endorphins and pheromones.

“You.” I trembled, my knees wobbling.

“Mmm hmm.” His lips brushed over the shell of my ear. The seduction in his voice made my pussy clench. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.” Yes, he definitely sounded excited.

Which excited me. I forced my breathing to slow. Even though I still wanted his hand off my neck, I understood there was no actual threat. He was toying with me, and my reaction turned him on.

How fucked up. And hot.

“Get back in my room.” He released me and gave me a playful slap on the ass, confirming it was all a game to him.

“Y-yes, sir.” My voice wobbled.

The duke picked up a plate of food and my cosmetic bag from the steps and followed me back to his room.

“Clothes off, princess.” The irony that he called me princess when he was the royalty wasn’t lost on me.

As I stripped out of his clothing, he filled Shadow’s bowl with food and set it outside the door, banishing the dog from the room.

He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me over. “Come here, pretty girl.” The harshness I sometimes observed on his handsome face was gone, eyes dark with hunger as he watched me approach.

He likes me.

I shoved that dangerous thought down, hard. He might want me. That didn’t mean he had feelings for me.

I stood in front of him. Embarrassed over my nudity, I intertwined my fingers in front of my pussy.

“You’re new to discipline, so I’m only going to use my hand. Bend over my knee.” He opened his legs and tugged me between them, then pushed me down so my torso folded over his thigh and rested on the bed.

He slapped my ass, and I gasped at the force of impact and resulting sting. Was it harder than yesterday, or did it just hurt more in the morning? Mercifully, he rubbed the spot, melting all the resistance that had surged in my body. The other butt cheek received the same treatment, and he picked up speed, slapping and rubbing at regular intervals, giving me just enough time to manage my reaction.

The steady buzz between my legs that had been there since the moment the duke had claimed me yesterday flared into a throb, an ache that needed his touch. But he had other plans.

“You disobeyed me, Chelsea girl.” He picked up speed with the spanking, slapping harder and faster.

I squirmed, no longer finding the appeal of spanking. His hand fell harder and it hurt. “I’m sorry!”

“Where were you going?”

“Ung… Just to get—ouch!—fresh air,” I gasped, losing my breath with his steady onslaught.

I kicked my feet, and he clamped his free leg over mine, trapping them and immobilizing my ass, keeping me from dodging his punishing smacks.

“Okay!” I cried, ready for it to be over. A little slap and tickle I understood, but this—this was getting painful. My ass had started to burn and throb, and I felt like he’d never stop.

“This is punishment, beautiful. You disobeyed. You will feel my displeasure.”

“Ouch! Come on. Stop!” I groped for the right words. The ones that would make it end. “I’m sorry, sir. Your grace—your highness.”

He stopped spanking and grasped my hair, lifting my head with it.

I yelped.

“Don’t call me that.” There was more packed into those words than I could decipher, but I’d certainly made him angry.

“Master!” I remembered what I hoped was the magic word. “I’m sorry, Master.”

He released my hair and massaged away the tingle on my scalp. “I’m not topping you because I’m royal. I’m topping you because I’m your fucking dom. Got it?”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Yes, sir.” My voice cracked.

He immediately pulled me up to sit on his lap and stroked my hair back from my face. Did I catch concern in his gaze?

Humiliation warred with anger as I struggled to regain control of my emotions. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth to keep it from trembling.

Darius grabbed my face and kissed me, hard.

In an instant, his lips became the conduit for the intensity of emotion brewing in me. I returned the kiss with a fervor, grasping his head, giving it back as good as he gave it. Heat flooded my body, pooling between my legs.

Darius nudged me to my feet, never releasing my face, his tongue plunging in and out of my lips. He used one hand to pull me back on his lap, straddling him.

My bare pussy found his hard length beneath his jeans, and I rocked over it, rubbing my clit, trying to ease the throb there.

Darius palmed my ass and yanked me over his cock. “You want some of this, American sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I panted before attacking his lips with my own, sucking his lower lip, pressing my pussy against him.

He gripped my face and pulled me back, holding my jaw in the most controlling way possible. “You want my cock, you’re going to take it in the ass, baby.”

My anus and pussy clenched at that direction. I shook my head. “Oh no.”

He stood up, dropping my feet to the floor. “Oh yes. Naughty slaves take it in the ass. You need a lesson in submission, sweet thing, and I’m going to give it to you.”

My heart raced, although I only think half of it was fear. The rest was pure thrill. He moved to arrange a bolster perpendicular to the foot of the bed. I didn’t understand the positioning, but my mind was still racing in circles around the take it in the ass part. I was an anal virgin. Sex back there wasn’t something that had ever interested me.

“I-I can’t. I’ve never… um—”

He walked to the side of the bed. “I know you haven’t.” The corners of his lips quirked as he patted the bolster. “Lie over this. Head this way.” He pointed to the space in front of him.

“D-don’t I get a safeword or something? Or did I sign all those rights away on those documents?” The damned paperwork I hadn’t read.

He lifted a brow. “That document Allegra signed? The one that listed her hard limits and safeword?”

My shoulders slumped. “Yes?” I tried.

“I can get you a fresh contract, love. You’ll sign the NDA and let me know all your limits so I won’t cross them. Is anal one of them?”

He knew I wasn’t going to sign anything. So he had me. No safeword, no definition of limits. I was at his mercy.

Did I trust him?

Honestly, I never trusted a man. My dad walked out on us when I was eight and never came back. Left us destitute, my mom scrambling to find work to keep a roof over our heads. He didn’t even pay child support until she went to Legal Aid and got help filing a lawsuit. I think he only settled because he didn’t want the judges in courts where he practiced finding out what an asshole he was.

I’d never trusted Derek to be the man I needed him to be. I’d taken a job in another city to delay the inevitability of that realization.

But this form of trust was different. Harder, but also easier. It wasn’t relying on a man to stick around. To be a part of my life.

It was intimate and terrifying. Trusting him with my body.

So did I?

I thought he’d spanked me too hard, but already that pain had turned into no more than a hot pulse, one that echoed the one between my thighs. He hadn’t gone too far, even though it had seemed that way in the moment.

Now he waited, patient with me and my indecision. Though he’d made it sound like I had no choice, he wasn’t forcing me, wasn’t tying me down and making me do it. He stood several feet away and waited for me to take the position he’d commanded.

“W-will it hurt?”

His lips twitched. “Only if you fight it. It’s an exercise in surrender, baby. You give yourself over to me, I’ll make it good.”

My nipples tightened and pussy squeezed. “Promise?”

This time he didn’t hide his smile. “You’re so fucking adorable. Come here, and I’ll show you.”

Warmth flooded my face and filled my chest as I launched myself into position.

Darius

Damn, what this girl did to me. She softened the sadist, brought out my most protective side, the caretaking dom. Hell, with a girl like this, I’d even let her call me Daddy. Funny, after the debacle with Madison, I hadn’t thought I’d ever even want to share myself with a woman again.

And this one definitely didn’t deserve my sympathies. I didn’t buy her tale about wanting fresh air. She was snooping around, researching for her story. But when I’d held her throat and felt the way she trembled against my body, I just couldn’t harden myself against her.

Soothing her became a necessity. Pleasuring her a divine order. Punishing her was the icing on the cake.

I rummaged in my toy box for lube and a vibrator, the kind with the clit attachment, and returned to my position at the side of the bed. Chelsea had assumed the position, her reddened ass in the air, arms tucked under her breasts, face planted in the covers like she was afraid to watch.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I commanded and unbuttoned my jeans.

She lifted her head, and her eyes widened as she realized my intent. I freed my aching cock directly in front of her lips. Like a good girl, she parted them and let me in.

I shuddered with pleasure as her mouth closed around the head of my cock, and her tongue lapped the underside. Balling my fist in her hair, I urged her to take me deeper. “Good girl,” my guttural tones gave away the depth of my need.

She tipped her head to the side to take me deeper, but I could tell the position strained her neck.

“Roll over on your back,” I commanded, pulling the bolster out from under her hips. I pulled her toward me so her head dropped backward over the side of the bed, her mouth fully available. I pushed my cock to the back of her throat.

She struggled, but I eased back, waited for her to settle, then pushed deeper again. When I’d established the depth she could comfortably take me, I pulsed in and out, shifting my focus to her glorious breasts, nipples tipped with eager beads. I pinched one between my fingers, squeezing until she squealed around my cock, then rolling it between my fingers. I gave the same treatment to the other one.

“Spread your legs, baby,” I rasped.

She obediently parted her thighs, and I flicked on the vibrator and ran the tip up and down her honeyed slit. She hummed over my cock, some kind of moan, urging me to go on.

I pushed the vibrator inside her channel, seating the outer portion against her clit.

She screamed around my cock, but I didn’t move anything, just left it on high, driving her mad. She thrashed her muscular legs, trying to get off.

I pulled out and crouched down. “Chelsea, eyes on me.”

She locked her gaze on me, her flushed face even cuter upside down.

“You may not come without my permission. Do you understand? I own that pussy. I own your ass. You don’t receive pleasure—even from yourself—unless I say so. Got it?”

She whined in need, but nodded. “Yes, Master.”

I stood. “Good girl. Roll over and put the bolster under your hips.”

She sat up and reached for the vibrator.

“Nuh uh. Leave it. That’s for me to arrange. You do as you’re told.”

“Yes, sir.” She rolled over and gingerly lifted her hips to slide the bolster under.

Lube in hand, I walked around behind her and climbed on the bed. The vibrator had slid halfway out. I fucked her with it a few times, then worked the attachment against her clit again.

She let out a wavering moan that went straight to my throbbing cock.

I spanked each cheek, loving the wanton pitch to her cries.

With my thumb, I worked a dollop of lube over her anus, breaching the hole to massage around the interior, gently stretching it and getting her used to the invasion.

Her moans turned to mewls, a whine of intensity punctuating the end of each one.

“Time to take your master’s cock.” I positioned myself behind her and slid on a condom, adding a generous amount of lube. I went slowly, working the tip of my member into her sweet little virgin ass to the music of her cries.

When she’d relaxed enough, I eased in, inch by inch, taking my time so she didn’t panic.

Her fingers twisted in the bedspread, the muscles on her slender back bunched up like ropes.

“Oh… oh… oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned into the covers, rubbing her face in them, biting and pulling.

I glided in and out with slow, even strokes. “Take it, baby.”

“Yes… okay. Okay, yes. Oh please, Master, Darius, Master, please.”

I picked up my speed, careful not to pound her too hard. “That’s it, I love it when you beg, baby. You look so pretty taking my cock in that gorgeous ass.”

“Mmmfph. Please now, please, yes?” She’d become incoherent, which nearly made me lose my fucking mind.

I grabbed her hair as I seated myself deep into her ass. “So fucking sweet.” I pumped faster, my muscles straining to hold back.

“Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeease.” She wailed now, close to hysteria.

The dom in me had to slow down, make sure she was okay. I stopped, buried inside her. “Settle down. Does it hurt or is it just intense?”

She panted. “Just intense. Please don’t… go on.”

I chuckled. “Was that a please go on or a please don’t go on?”

“Go on, dammit,” she growled through clenched teeth.

I gave a firm pump, causing her to gasp. “Spread those legs and relax your muscles.” I started again slowly, but my control was crumbling. “Your job is to surrender. I’m plundering.”

I plundered. I fucked her tight little ass and listened to her beg until my vision blurred and my thighs shook.

“This ass belongs to me,” I gritted. I wanted to go on, to see to her pleasure, but somehow I’d already arrived at the brink. I shoved in deep, coming harder than I could remember coming in years.

Chelsea trembled beneath me, gasping, moaning, but I didn’t think she’d climaxed. I would’ve given her permission if she’d asked. Hell, I probably wouldn’t have punished her if she’d come without asking.

I eased out, removed the vibrator, and turned it off. In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom, sterilized the vibe and prepared a warm, wet washcloth. Chelsea hadn’t moved from her position, her ass still angled up over the bolster, legs still trembling. I gripped one upper thigh to part her legs and clean her, then eased the bolster out and rolled her over.

“You didn’t come, did you?”

She shook her head. “I was afraid it would hurt. My anus clenches when I come.”

I smothered a laugh as her rating on the cute scale surged. “You have to ask permission. Did you remember that part?”

Her full lips parted, and she shook her head. “No. I forgot. Good thing it didn’t happen.”

I climbed over her youthful body and kissed her nose. “Good thing.” I lowered my lips to her breast and sucked, rolling the pebbled nipple over my tongue. I scraped it with my teeth, then laved away any pain. “You were a good girl, yielding to your master’s orgasm.”

She moaned softly, her fingers burrowing into my hair. With another sub, I’d snap at her not to touch me without permission, but the gesture was too sweet coming from her. I liked it far too much.

But what made me think she was so sweet? She had ambition, plans to use this experience to her benefit. But she hadn’t expected the sex. Didn’t have any game in that department, which made her mine for the molding.

And lord, I loved molding from this particular clay.

I dragged the tip of my tongue down her flat stomach and circled her belly button. Then I gripped her knees and pushed them toward her shoulders. I licked from her anus to her clit, gripping her knees tighter as she gasped and bobbed beneath me. “Don’t forget to ask, baby. I’m in the mood to reward you, but you have the perfect ass for punishing.” Without waiting for her reply, I flicked her clit with my tongue, sucked it and laved it. I made my tongue stiff and penetrated her with it.

She tugged on my hair. “Please—please may I? Darius… Master… please?”

“You may,” I answered between licks, then inserted two fingers to stroke her G-spot as I sucked hard on her clit, and she came, shaking and sobbing with her overdue release.