Chapter 8

Ash

It worked! Drew fell for the old striptease hook, line, and sinker.

But now, I must do something about it. All talk and no action makes Ash a very, very naughty girl.

Besides, I have an obligation to the lord and liege of this nation.

I lean into him, all but begging him to take me.

He smirks and looks in my direction. “Is that how you address the lord of the manor?” he asks me with a glimmer of mischief in his eye. “Come now, you need to behave yourself. You need to act as though you’re a proper lady.”

I return the smirk and the glimmer, then lean into him and begin nibbling on his lower lip.

“King Andrew,” I say, breathlessly, “nothing would give me greater pleasure than to give you the ultimate gift of mine.” I start grinding my hips on top of his, hoping he would get the message.

And he must have gotten the message—or, at least, his body did—because his cock is standing up like a railroad spike. I can feel it getting harder the more I grind, and I shudder with pleasure at the thought of taking that fleshy goodness inside me.

But Drew is nothing if not a tease. He knows what I want, and he knows I’ll stop at nothing to get it—but he also knows he’s going to make me work for it, whether I like it or not.

Granted, I can see how I could like that.

As his cock stands as tall as a sentry from under his trousers, I can feel wetness pooling between my legs.

I’ve never wanted someone so badly in all my life.

And Drew knows this, because he reaches down between my legs and begins rolling my clit between his two long, demanding fingers.

I can feel his breath quickening with every second and every roll of my clit, and I, in turn, quicken my breath to match his.

“Tell me why you want me to do it,” he says, his voice barely a whisper but his passion screaming like he wants more, right here and right now.

But I can’t speak.

As much as I would love to tell him that I want nothing more than to feel every inch of him inside me, the words escape me, and I’m lost in the passion of the moment.

When I’m finally able to talk again, I’m aware of the wetness that has dribbled from between my legs and onto his fingers.

I have the sense to blush—he is a king, after all—but he just smiles a lascivious smile, satisfied that he’s been able to bring me to orgasm with a simple roll of his fingers.

He leans over and whispers in my ear. “What turns you on about me?” he asks.

I’m almost afraid to answer.

He asks the question again, and this time, with more urgency.

I take a deep breath before answering.

“Everything about you, Andrew,” I say sincerely, taking care to address him by his proper name. “Everything about you turns me on. When I’m around you, I feel like there’s no one else in the world—like the world around me is just a blur and can go away without touching me or hurting me or making me feel pain in any way...”

My voice drifts off, and it’s then that I realize that he’s undressed me as I was talking, leaving me to stand before him wearing nothing but my nervous smile.

My eyes meet his. “Drew?” I ask, my throat tightening.

Drew stands up, and it is only then that I realize he’s naked, too, and that his cock is at full attention. He picks me up wordlessly from underneath my legs, then spins me around so that I’m facing the wall, finally pinning me there with his left hand.

I try to look down to see what he’s doing, but I’m suddenly lost and awash in emotion and sexual energy.

Drew is spreading my arse cheeks like butter and reaching between them to my pussy to use my wetness back there.

I can barely catch my breath. I know what’s coming next.

“You taste so good,” he says, his voice muffled, from between my arse cheeks.

I sigh and shudder, then close my eyes and try to process all the feelings I’m about to enjoy.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and Drew using his tongue in all the right ways is only helping me get even wetter.

I’m swimming in my own juices and praying that Drew doesn’t feel like he’s drowning in my wetness—or, if he is, that it’s pleasurable for him in its own way.

He suddenly stops, stands up, and then, without warning, jams his cock in my arse.

I feel full at first—that’s really the best way to describe it.

I’m not in pain necessarily; it’s just different.

It’s filling.

And it’s amazing.

Drew plows harder and harder into me, all while kissing me on my neck.

“You feel so good,” he says, as loud as the night. “I want to come in this gorgeous arse.”

I look back at him, my face a ruddy pink, flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. “You want to come in my arse, my lord?”

He grunts, thrusting away. “This arse, my princess, is my arse,” he says with more conviction than I thought possible.

His voice, his thrusting, and his desire to come are all too much, and I finally let out a yelp of pleasure, which I barely cover up. I almost scream for him to come in my arse, struggling to care in the least about being heard and, if someone does hear, what they think I’m doing with their lord.

Drew’s breathing hitches and, giving one last thrust, begins coming again and again inside me.

It’s a strange feeling to have cum in my arse—especially Drew’s cum—but it feels amazing at the same time.

And then I, too, come just after he does, and all of our juices mix together. There’s a strange, musky smell in the air, and I realize that it’s because of the deviant sex we’re indulging in.

It’s only as he pulls out and I can see juices of all kinds on his cock that I realize something.

I can’t wait to do this again and again. When do I get to fuck Drew again?