Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  “My what?” she squeaked.

  He stood up and let his hands trail over her arms, her breasts, light touches, just his fingertips. “For insulting me, of course. You mentioned a dungeon, and I mentioned punishment. Surely you didn’t forget?”

  “But we were joking!” She sucked in a breath as he spent more time on her nipples, stroking so softly with his fingertips.

  “Were we?” He raised an eyebrow. “I was perfectly serious.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Relax,” he soothed her. “It won’t hurt, chèrie. At least, not that much.” He gave a wicked chuckle. “Come here and find out.”

  “To be punished?” Her voice quivered, as much as from arousal as anxiety.

  “Yes, that’s right.” He smiled. “But I think you’ll like your punishment.”

  “But what if I don’t?”

  “Then you won’t insult me next time.”

  But his voice was warm, and she didn’t feel any fear, only arousal. She trusted him, and if he wanted to play games, she was up for it. “Then do with me what you will,” she said, and he growled as he took her into his arms.

  “Gladly,” he whispered, biting her on the neck, once and then harder, until she moaned and wiggled, trying to get closer to him.

  He laid her back on the couch and bent down to lick her nipples, adding small bites, pops of pain that hurt for a second before arousal took over and surged. The alternation of kisses and his rougher touch made her insane with pleasure, and soon she was writhing, trying to get away. He took her hands and put them above her head. “Keep them here, yes?” he said, looking into her eyes.

  “Are you going to tie me up?” she whispered.

  “Do you want me to?” He held her wrists pinned with one hand, and stroked down her body with the other, teasing her nipples with his fingers. Already sensitive from his mouth, they hardened further under his touch, and she moaned. “Do you want me to tie you up and tease you with my mouth, Maya, over and over until you beg me for release?”

  Still holding her hands firm, he shifted his position to kiss down her belly. “What if I said that if you let me tie you, I’ll spank you. But then I’ll lick you so good that you’ll scream out your pleasure time and time again so that entire city below us can hear your bliss?”

  “Yes, tie me up,” she breathed, suddenly wanting exactly what he said.

  “You are sure?”

  “Yes, please, do it, and I’ll lick you too, I’ll suck you. Please.” She wanted every dark, dirty thing his eyes were promising her.

  “Anything you ask,” he said, and removed his bowtie. “Keep those wrists together.” He looped the fabric around her wrists and tied it; not too tightly, but enough to keep her immobile. Then he paused to look down her body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he swore. “Tu es tellement jolie, and all mine tonight. So pretty. You’re going to love the touch of my lips on your body, Maya.”

  He scooped her up in his arms. “But now we’re going to the bedroom. We’ll be more comfortable for what I have planned.”

  He deposited her onto the grand bed and arranged her arms above her. “Comfortable?”

  She nodded.

  He smiled. “Good. Spread your legs.”

  She sucked in a breath, but slowly inched her legs wider.

  “More, please.” He snapped his fingers.

  “I’m not your slave,” she growled, but the gesture had her so aroused she could die.

  “Tonight, I’m your master,” he said, his voice firm. “Wider.”

  She didn’t bother to pretend she didn’t want to, and she opened her legs as wide as she could.

  “Knees up,” he ordered, “so I can see that pretty pussy. Fuck, yes.”

  His breathing was harder now, and he came closer, ran a finger down her thigh, stroking over and over. He added the other hand, caressing her with both palms; the inside of her thighs, so close to her mound that she whined in need; over her belly, dipping dangerously close to her clit; over her breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples.

  “Henri,” she whimpered, trying to close her thighs to trap his hands between her legs. “Please.”

  “Not yet,” he said, and gave her a light slap on her right thigh. “Behave.”

  “Did you spank me?” She should be angry, but all she felt was turned on. After all, he had promised it. And she had said yes.

  “Yes, I did.” He leaned down and licked her belly. “And I’ll do it again if you’re bad.”

  “I’m not bad.” But she gave him a look, and raised up her other thigh, just a fraction. She held her breath.

  “You’re really very good,” he agreed. “But let’s just try another one to even them out.” He slapped the side of her other thigh. “I should really be doing this on your ass, of course. And since you’re tied up, I can.”

  “I’ve never been spanked before,” she managed to say.

  “I will enjoy teaching you that, too. After I teach you about kissing, of course,” he said. But suddenly, he flipped her over and gave her a sharp crack across her ass. “That’s for the comment about the women,” he said, his voice low.

  She cried out at the sudden sting, but relaxed as his hand came down softly to rub it out, and a delicious warmth took the place of the pain. She pushed up into his hand in a silent request for more.

  He chuckled. “And this one,” he cracked her again, just as hard, making her whimper, “is for the comments about the army.”

  “Ow!” she wailed, although it really wasn’t painful. It stung in a way that went deep into her core, awakening passion she didn’t even know existed.

  “And this last one,” he said, “this last one… is just because I like the way it fucking looks to see my handprints on your pretty white ass. This one is just because I can.”

  He gave her another hard spank, harder than the rest, but she barely had time to cry out before he flipped her again and buried his head between her thighs.

  He looked up to say, “And I’ll do that again whenever you need it,” right before he put his tongue to her clit and sent her to another planet.

  “Fuck!’ she cried out, because she was so needy for his touch that he nearly made her come with that very first flick of his tongue.

  “Stay open,” he demanded, pushing at her thighs, his hands gentle but firm. “Or else I’ll have to spank you again.”

  “Oh,” she breathed, not sure what she wanted more: another delicious spank, or his mouth. His mouth, she decided, and pushed her hips up, trying to make him lick harder, but he held her in place and tantalized her softly until she was almost delirious with desire.

  “Please, please,” she sobbed, not crying, but her chest heaving with emotion. “I need…”

  He licked from anus to clit, then swirled his tongue around her nub until she squirmed with all of her strength, trying to get more from him. “It’s, I need…” She trailed off, pulling at her bonds.

  “You want to come,” he said softly. “I know. But I want to make you wait a while longer. You see, I have to show you what it’s like to be kissed. Here. Since you don’t know how we do things in Syldavia. This is how a man licks a woman, kisses her. Like this.”

  He stuck his tongue inside of her and swirled, and she cried out in pleasure. He was more aggressive with his movement, licking hard, almost spanking her clit with his tongue. When he put his mouth down and sucked her clit in, firm and taut, she nearly levitated. “Henri!” she cried. She wrestled with her wrists in the binding. “It’s so good. Please.”

  He bit the inside of her thigh. “I want to get you to the point where you’re begging with everything you have, chèrie. And you’re not there quite yet.”

  “No, please, I’m begging you, please, I begging you!” she pleaded, shifting her body urgently.

  He took her mouth with his. “Taste that? I love your taste,” he said, and plundered her mouth with his tongue. Their kiss was passionate, rough, and she broke away to demand, “Untie me now. I need to to
uch you.”

  He reached up without a word and ripped off the fabric, and she grabbed him as if her life depended on it, sighing out in relief and pleasure as she ran her hands through his hair, grabbing his shoulders, any part of him she could reach.

  “Take off your clothes,” she pleaded, and he stood up, ripping off the shirt. His chest made her draw in a breath, and his abs—God, even better than she’d imagined. And when he stood there fully naked, his cock erect and firm, she swore. “Holy fuck, Henri.”

  He was so big and hard, and his cock was beautiful. “I want you, please,” she said, shuddering with desire.

  “Yes?” he said, cockily, striding toward her. “Do you remember what you promised?”

  She dropped her gaze to his cock. “I remember.”

  “And?”

  “Lie down, and I’ll show you,” she said, her voice sultry. “Now it’s my turn to tie you up.” She was still dying to come, but this opportunity to give him some payback made her able to wait.

  He lay back, all easy confidence, his cock so hard and erect it brushed at his flat stomach. She grabbed the tie and straddled him, fighting the urge to immediately center her pussy on him and take him inside of her. He groaned and shut his eyes, long lashes fluttering on his chiseled cheeks.

  “Hands,” she demanded, not sure he’d do it. But to her immense surprise, he slowly put up one wrist, then the other, and crossed them. Then he raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

  She wasn’t sure what to do. She never usually took the lead, but this was too fun to resist. She wrapped the cloth around his wrists and made a semi-tight knot. “Good,” she announced. “Keep them there.”

  He could get out in a second, but he seemed inclined to let her play. “As you wish,” he murmured, and groaned as she dipped her pussy down to land on him for one brief second before pulling up, lying flat on him, and sliding her breasts over his chest. Then she wiggled down his body until her mouth was near his thighs.

  She could smell his musky odor; it was clean and pleasant, like man, like him. She took a deep breath, then flicked out her tongue and licked the side of his cock. It twitched under her touch and seemed to get even harder, if that were possible, and he groaned again.

  Confident, she licked again, all the way to the tip, and flicked her tongue at the very top of his cock. He was already beaded with precum, and the salt of his taste was sexy. She swirled her mouth around the top of him, then plunged down, taking him into her mouth and sucking. His moan of pleasure was proof that he liked it, and she continued licking and sucking, teasing and flicking, until he began pushing his hips up toward her mouth and clenching his thighs.

  “Oh, you like that?” she said, pulling her mouth off his cock and kissing his stomach. “You maybe want to come? But I want to make you wait, just a bit more.”

  “Maya,” he growled.

  “Henri,” she said, and bent down to lick again. “Maybe you like this?” She hesitated, then put her mouth onto him and ducked her head down to take him as far as she could into her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, feeling him pulse, fighting her body’s innate reflex to push him out, until she needed air. She popped him out with a sucking sound and gasped. “Do you like it when I take you deep?” she asked.

  “Fuck,” he said, his voice tortured. “I love it so much. Yes.”

  “Should I do it again?”

  “Please. Please.”

  “Now look who’s begging.” She couldn’t keep a note of triumph out of her voice.

  “I will beg for you every day if you let me,” he responded.

  The thought of having him every day nearly made her dizzy, but she took him back into her mouth and pushed down to get him again into her throat. This time she bobbed a little bit, up and down, and grabbed his thighs hard while she did.

  He clenched up his body. “Maya, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And I want to come in your pussy the first time.”

  She came up for air, panting. “I want that too.” Her pussy was wet and ready and, sucking him had only made her desire grow stronger.

  She knelt in front of him, mouth wet with spit, panting, face alight with passion. He ripped the cloth from his wrists and leaned over to grab a condom from the side stand. When he rolled it down onto his cock, almost casually, he looked right at her, and she caught her breath at the passion she saw there.

  “And now it’s your turn to beg again,” he said, grabbing her up in his arms and positioning her back on the bed. He got on his knees between her thighs, and reached down to kiss her. When she wound her arms around his strong back, he snuck a hand down to touch between her legs, and she whimpered and adjusted to accommodate him, moving a little to help him get just the right angle.

  “Here? Ici? Ça te fais plaisir?” he whispered, ducking two fingers into her pussy and searching.

  When he found the spot, she cried out and arched up into his hand.

  “Yes.” He smiled. “I think so.” He stroked expertly, using his other hand to play with her breasts. He pulled her nipple out from her body until it hurt, then he let it go and tickled it softly with his fingertips until she wailed, wanting more of that, of his fingers on her clit, his mouth on her mouth. She was a ball of sensation, needy and desperate.

  “Please,” she whispered, unable to wait a second longer. “Please.”

  “I love to hear you beg,” he said, his voice rough and sexy. “God.”

  He used the other hand to push one finger into her anus, just the fingertip. “Yes?” he said.

  She nodded, allowing him access there, too. With both of his hands playing her, the sensations sent her into overdrive. “I can’t wait, Henri,” she begged. “I can’t hold it.”

  “Yes, you can,” he encouraged. “One more minute, chèrie. I like to tease you and make you wait. It will be better for it, you’ll see.”

  “But I can’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut, smelling her perfume rise from her body and mix with the scent of sex in the air.

  “Try,” he demanded, and the firm tone almost made her detonate. He pushed her thighs with his hands to widen them, then continued his assault on her clit until she wailed in desperation.

  Finally, he took mercy on her. “Now,” he whispered, and she felt his cock pushing at her entrance. He moved in slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size, before he started moving. Slowly at first, deliciously tantalizing, then faster. Soon each thrust was moving her closer and closer to her climax.

  He reached down to stroke her while he pumped, and demanded, “Come when I tell you, Maya. Not a second before.”

  Her whole body vibrated with need and the urge to come, but she forced herself to hold back, wanting to obey him in pleasure, until he finally ordered her, “Come for me now.”

  She cried out her pleasure, and lightning burst behind her eyelids, and she shattered into a thousand pieces of joy, her orgasm sparking wave after wave of pure pleasure through her body.

  He called out and came too, stiffening inside her, and she exulted to feel him tense up under her hands, knowing that his pleasure was sending him into heaven to join her.

  They lay side by side, panting, Maya still glazed with the afterglow of her glorious orgasm. She nestled into his body, and he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her close. Together they dozed, the lights dim and warm, the room quiet.

  Chapter Five

  Some time later, she awoke suddenly to find that she was alone in the bed. Henri was dressed in his pants and shirt, although it was unbuttoned, and he had bare feet. He spoke into his phone.

  “Et tu vas finalement me parler? Tu étais où toute la journée?” He ran a hand through his hair, and Maya was certain it was his brother on the other end. He switched to a language she didn’t recognize; Syldavian, probably, and the conversation continued for a few minutes before he scowled and set the phone on a table.

  Maya sat up. “Where is he right now?”

  “He’s still here in the hotel. The other specialty
suite, one floor down.” He rubbed his eyes.

  “Should we maybe try to knock?”

  “I’ve tried.” His voice was dry. “But he won’t answer, and it’s locked from the inside. And at this point, I’m not concerned enough about him to risk the attention and uproar of breaking down the door, or involving hotel management.”

  “Can I maybe try knocking? If I’m talking to Mags, maybe they’ll listen.” She shrugged.

  He tilted one shoulder. “Yes. Please.”

  She stood up and found her dress, but hesitated. “I need to clean up first, though.”

  “Of course.” His voice was apologetic. “The bathroom should have everything you need.” He gestured.

  She took the dress in with her and rolled her eyes. Forget about his palace. This stupid hotel bathroom was fancier than her whole home. There was everything—soap, washcloths, fragrance. And a chandelier. She wished she could soak in the hot tub or enjoy a shower, but that would fuck up her hair, which was still salvageable, but not if she got it all wet.

  When she was presentable, her makeup fixed and her hair straightened, her body freshened so the odor of sex wouldn’t present itself first like a huge buzzer, she came out. “I’m ready.”

  ***

  When they approached the door, Henri knocked as the guards stood aside. “Erik? It’s Henri. Can I come in, please?”

  When no answer came, Maya called out. “Mags, are you in there? It’s me. Maya. Can—I need to talk to you. It’s super important. Please, we’re really worried!”

  A second later, the door clicked open, and Maya sighed in relief to see her friend’s face. “Oh, God, you’re okay!”

  “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Mags’ voice was pissy. She scowled and pushed her glasses further onto her nose. “Who wouldn’t be okay after being vomited on seven times? Seven, Maya. Not once, not twice. My phone, too. And my purse. Jesus.”

  “Is my brother all right?” Henri pushed past her. “Excuse me, but I need to see him.”