by Sky Corgan
CHAPTER SIX
FYNN
I've never had more restraint than when I saw Anya lying naked in that tub. My fingers itched to touch every part of her, but I didn't want to ruin the moment she was having. The serene look on her face was something I've never seen before. She appreciated what I had done for her. She was even lavishing in my affection, and that was enough to keep my devious thoughts from turning into actions.
Realizing that I cared more about her happiness than my own need was new to me. While I'm not a completely selfish person, I'm used to having my needs met before all else. Instead, I put her before me. Knowing that makes me realize I'm already in too deep.
I sent her off to change on her own because I needed space to deal with my longing. A man can only control himself for so long before carnal tendencies take hold. I wanted nothing more than to tear the towel away from her, to pull my cock out of my jeans and lift her up against the wall. The need to fill her had my dick aching uncomfortably in my pants. The relief I felt when I pulled my boxers down over my hips and it sprung out freely was like a breath of air after being denied oxygen for several minutes. But of course, it still wasn't enough.
As I stood under the warm spray of the showerhead, all I could think about were the many sexual positions I wanted to take Anya in. On her back on the bed. On all fours. Up against the wall. Driving into her from the side as she lies with her legs splayed. Thinking about it so intently, I could almost feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. It twitched almost nonstop as the water kissed my sensitive tip. But I refused to palm it. I refused to give it the attention it was practically dying for. Because I'm saving my load for Anya's warm wet cunt. I want to fill her with my baby batter and impregnate her so that nothing can ever take her from me.
I'm in a state of perpetual hardness as I quickly scrub the day's grime from my body and my hair. My fingers work urgently because I feel like every second I'm denied Anya's presence is a second wasted. In the short time that she's belonged to me, she's become an addiction. I love the fact that she keeps resisting me even though I can see the desire in her eyes. When I kissed her, she fell into my arms like we were the only two people in the world. As far as I'm concerned, we are.
I step out of the shower, towel off my hair and wrap another towel around my waist. No doubt, Anya will have put her clothes on by the time I reach the bedroom. I should not be surprised, but I'll definitely be disappointed. She's a shy one, but she won't be that way for long. Once she's spent a few nights naked in our bed, she won't want to hide from me anymore. I just have to be patient.
I open the door to our bedroom and find Anya sitting on the bed fully dressed. I can't help but frown at her attire. It makes her look like a hobo.
She was fidgeting with her nails when I opened the door. Her blue eyes rise and land on me. The slightest shade of pink takes over her cheeks, and she turns her gaze away as if it's a sin to see me in just a towel. I know what that look really is, though. I've seen it on the faces of other girls before. She can't force herself to look at me because she likes what she sees. The tiny blood vessels in her cheeks give her true feelings away.
“I should have had Lova wash your clothes while we were bathing,” I comment as I walk up to her.
“They're clean.” Anya folds her arms over her chest protectively. I don't understand why she still feels the need to put that extra space between us.
I stop in front of her, smirking down at the fact that she's blatantly avoiding looking at me. “What's wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“You won't look at me.” I call her out.
“You're practically naked,” she mumbles.
“But you wanted to see, didn't you? When I was in there.” I nod back towards the bathroom. “You were imagining what I look like naked. You thought it wasn't fair that I got to see you, but you didn't get to see me.”
Her mouth falls open, and she looks at me finally, though her eyes go straight to my face. “I did not.”
“Well, now you can see.” I hold her gaze, my expression inviting. “All you have to do is tug on the towel.”
She swallows hard, and I can see her caving in to her desire for me as her eyes slowly make their way down my chest. They wash over me so carefully, taking in every inch. The shyness with which she looks at me causes the beast between my legs to stir. By the time she gets to my waist, I have to clutch onto the top of the towel to keep my dick from tearing it open and exposing me prematurely.
She wets her lips when her eyes land on my crotch, and my cock twitches. My fingers flex on the towel. Fuck, she's making it difficult for me not to maul her. I want to fuck her so badly I'm inching close to physical pain again.
“You're pretty full of yourself.” Her expression suddenly shifts. She looks unimpressed as her gaze flies back up to my face.
“You...” I bite back my bewilderment and the smallest hint of anger tugging at me, “really enjoy testing me.”
“I bet you're rarely tested.” She crosses her legs, closing herself off to me even more.
“I like a good challenge,” I inform her.
“Do you?” She glances up at me as if she's the princess and I'm the peasant. “Well, then you'll be forever challenged by the fact that I'm never going to sleep with you.”
I grab her by the shoulders and pull her to her feet. “Kiss me again and then tell me that.”
She looks startled and a bit frightened, her eyes going wide. Our bodies are so close that my cock is pressing against her stomach. Her expression softens, and confidence returns.
“Would it hurt your pride more for me to see you naked and then tell you that?” She wrenches the towel away from me and lets it drop to the floor between us. My cock throbs, pushing hungrily against her stomach.
I keep my grip on her shoulders, just needing her close to me. She's driving me insane. I may literally lose my mind standing here with her like this, but I don't care. I need her like I need air to breathe. She'll be mine if it kills me to make it so. This is more important to me than any war.
“Why don't you have a look?” I challenge her.
She huffs, wetting her lips again before her eyes trail down my body with far less apprehension than before. When they land on my cock, they grow hooded. I thank all the Gods that she's not looking at me with disgust. That might have actually broken me.
But everything is as it should be—is exactly where I need it to be to make my next move.
I slip my hand beneath her chin, gripping it with my thumb before turning her face up to me. “And now for that kiss,” I say before lowering my mouth to hers slowly. I give her plenty of opportunities to pull away from me. If she wanted to hold onto her stubbornness, she had a fair amount of time to reject me, but she doesn't.
Caught in my spell, she allows me to press my lips to hers, to force my way into her mouth and taste her. She doesn't kiss me back at first, but soon I feel her hands against my chest. Her fingertips glide across my naked skin. She wraps her arms around me, and she kisses me like she could devour me whole.
My cock twitches between us, beads of pre-seed forming at the slit and spilling over. I'm so fucking turned on I'm worried my balls are going to power eject my load at any moment. A waste. I can't let that happen. But I can't stop kissing her either.
I want her to touch me. Need her to touch me. More than this.
I fist my hand into her hair. It's still moist, a mess of silky tendrils tangling in my fingers. I pull her away from me as if she was the aggressor, sucking in a heavy breath before my eyes meet hers with all the fire I feel for her.
She looks bewildered. Drunk. She's breathing heavily, her lips parted as she pants while silently begging for more. My gaze falls to her mouth, and my dick throbs against her stomach again. I glance down between us and see the stain I've left on her shirt.
I tut. “It looks like I've gotten this dirty.”
She looks down to see what I'm talking about, and pink rushes across her che
eks. “That's because you're a filthy boy.”
“Don't tell me you bat for the other team.” I chuckle, knowing we're well past her being able to convince me of that.
She shrugs, looking away from me.
I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up over her head. She doesn't resist me, nor does she try to hide when her bra is exposed to me. It's progress. Slow and sweet.
I caress her cheek, bringing her back to me. My eyes fall to her mouth again, and I trace the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. She parts her lips slightly, letting out a shaky breath.
“Your pretty little pink lips would feel so good around my cock,” I make the suggestion sound as seductive as possible. I want her to want to please me.
Her gaze locks on my dick, and she raises a hand, though she hesitates. I try to withhold a grin at the fact that she's caving in so easily now. How quickly things have changed, not that I'm complaining. This is exactly what I want. For her to submit to me.
Her fingers tenderly wrap around me, her palm barely making contact. I'm so thick that she can't close her hand. My cock pulses from the pleasure of her touch. I expect her to start stroking me, but she simply keeps her hand there, staring down as if she's never seen a dick before.
“You should have taken care of that in the shower.” She smirks with the same stubbornness I saw only minutes ago when she told me she'd never sleep with me.
“That's what I have you for,” I inform her.
Her grip tightens. It's heavenly, like she's squeezing the droplets of pre-seed from me. I long to feel her hand move over my length.
Her expression turns serious as she gazes up into my eyes, her hand unmoving. “You should have taken care of that in the shower.”
“God damn you,” I curse, tired of this teasing game she's playing with me.
I can't control myself any longer. My need to feel more intimately connected to her is taking over. I pull her into my arms and turn her around, my hands moving down to the button on her pants to unclasp it. She places her hands on top of mine to stop me. For a moment, I think I'm out of line, but then I hear a wicked chuckle escape her lips.
“I guess you're as brutish as you look,” she hisses at me over her shoulder.
“You make me this way.” I tug her pants down over her hips.
She pulls out of my grasp, stumbling away from me back against the bed only to sit on it and hold up her feet for me to take her pants off the rest of the way. Her eyes are full of challenge. The little minx is getting off on torturing me, I realize with a bit of relief. She's a hard read, but the more I get to know her, the better I like what she does to me.
“I bet you're wet for me already,” I say as I grab her knees and part her thighs.
“Not a chance,” she replies, but it's a lie. There's a wet spot on the cotton lining her slit. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her arousal.
“Should I find out?” I hook my hands up under her knees, forcing her down onto her back and pushing her farther up onto the bed.
“You better not.” She gives me a warning look.
“You won't be resisting anymore once my tongue is two inches deep in your snatch.” I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down over her hips. The crotch clings to her sticky folds, and I can smell her sweet aroma the second it gives way and she's rendered bare.
“Fynn,” she says my name in protest only a second before my tongue plunges down to spread her pussy lips. I lick her from clit to asshole, then back up again, my tongue dipping into her well of pleasure before swirling in a tight circle around her cleft. She tastes like the juiciest peach and smells like the world's strongest aphrodisiac.
For a second, she places her palm on top of my head to push me away, but then her fingers curl into my hair and she pulls me forward, burying my mouth in her cunt. I nibble on her clit before flicking the blade of my tongue rapidly over it and feeling her thighs convulse from the sensation.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, writhing on the bed. She hooks her knee over my shoulder, drawing me closer still. The fact that she's so amorous now that she's given in is so fucking hot. I can feel my cock leaking a trail of pre-cum down my thigh.
“You taste so good. I can't wait to spread your pussy nice and wide. And then I'm going to come inside of you so hard and watch my seed drain out of your little slit. Every inch of you belongs to me,” I tell her before wetting two of my fingers and probing at her entryway.
“Fynn, I'm...” she stutters. “I've never.”
Oh fuck. Seriously? Even better. The fact that she's never been with a man before makes me all the more possessive over her. I will be her first. Her last. Her only.
I try to press two fingers into her, but her body gives resistance to the point that she tries to move away from me. “I'm sorry, princess. I'll be more gentle.” I kiss her inner thigh, then decide to just use my index finger, working it into her slowly. Her body clenches around me, feeling like fucking euphoria. I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking until she's a mess of whimpers and contractions. She cries out my name loudly enough for the whole estate to hear, but I don't care. They better get used to the sound, because they're going to be hearing her say my name like this so much that they're going to grow sick of it.
I drag the flat of my tongue slowly over her clit until her contractions stop, my finger still probing in and out of her, feeling how beautifully her unused muscles suck around it. Then I lick down to her opening, ringing my tongue around where my finger is knuckle-deep inside of her before forcing it into her cunt and withdrawing my hand to lap up her wetness.
By the time I emerge from between her legs, she's panting heavily with her arm draped over her face. Her chest heaves up and down, her tits rising and falling. I can't wait to have her taut pink nipples in my mouth, but we're already late for dinner.
I stand and tower over her, my cock still hard and crying from not being buried inside of her. Anya glances at me from under her arm and gives me a contented smile.
“Come here, beautiful.” I sit on the side of the bed, urging her up and onto my lap.
Nervousness takes over her expression. She thinks I'm going to penetrate her, but I don't have time for that. Instead, I pull her against me until her pussy lips are wrapped around my dick, and I buck my hips slightly, rubbing myself against her. She gazes down at me with all the lust I'm restraining, and when she takes my face in her hands and leans down to kiss me, I know that she holds my heart.
There's a knock on the door proceeded by Lova's voice. “Your Highness?”
I pull away from the kiss, cursing, “Fuck's sake.” I allowed myself to get too wrapped up in Anya's arms. It's easy to forget about food when I hunger for something else entirely. “We'll be down in a minute,” I bark at the door, feeling like a child sending away their parent. “We need to get dressed.” I give Anya's bottom two gentle pats to prompt her to stand.
She climbs off of me and goes to gather her clothing from the floor. I can't fucking stand to see her in those rags, though.
“No.” I shake my head, taking them from her and tossing them back down onto the floor.
“No?” She gives me a puzzled look. “But these are the only clothes I have.”
“You'll wear my clothes.” I rummage through my chest of drawers for a pair of pajama pants with a drawstring waist since my other ones would be way too big for her tiny frame.
Yes, the thought of seeing her in my clothes pleases me very much so. My father would have my hide if I ever brought a girl down to dinner in pajamas at the palace. But this isn't the palace. This is my estate for the time being. My father isn't here, and I can do anything I damn well want.
I pull one of my t-shirts from the closet and hand it to her as well before dressing myself. My attire is far more formal. My father beat it into my head that it's important to always look your best no matter the situation because you never know who may drop by. Anya probably thinks it's funny that it's taking me longer to get ready than her.
Usually, it's the girl who spends the most time primping. Well, welcome to royalty.
“Are you ready for dinner?” I ask her once I finish slipping my feet into my designer loafers.
“I could definitely eat.” She rubs her stomach, looking absolutely adorable.
Again an image of her with a swollen belly flashes through my mind. My baby is inside of her, and she's eating for two. Nothing would please me more than for that fantasy to become a reality.
“Are you hungry?” Anya flanks my side as I head for the door.
“Yes.” But not for anything they'll be serving downstairs. I'm hungry for more of her juicy cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ANYA
Whoa. Things are moving way too fast. What's happened to all that resolve I had stored up?
As I watch Fynn's ass move in his slacks while he leads me down the stairs, I realize that he's damn good at seduction. It's like he read my mind. He knew exactly what I had been thinking when I was standing in the vanity area while he was showering. And he knew that once I saw his body, there'd be little I could do to resist him.
I blush as I think about his dick. It was a lot bigger than I expected. Most of the time, when men act haughty and confident, I automatically assume they'll be small in the pants. I've been taught my whole life that guys who act like that are compensating for something. But Fynn isn't really the stuck up asshole that I've been trying to make him out to be. He's been nothing but kind and generous. Treasonous to his own side, if I'm being honest. And for what? I want to think it was to get closer to me—to make things the way they are now—but that feels delusional. No piece of ass is worth betraying your country for, especially my ass.