by Huss, JA
She smirks at me and I smirk back.
She obeys. But she’s not quick about it. She wiggles her hips first. Teasing me. Then she slowly inches one leg over, then the other, gives her ass another shake, and giggles.
Oh, yeah, this is gonna be fun.
I sigh. Heavily. Like I’m already exasperated with her. “There are rules, Cadee. If you want to live in my building”—she snickers—“then you must follow my rules.”
“Yes, my king.”
Jesus. She’s really into this. “Silence! Do not speak until you’re spoken to!”
She snickers into the comforter.
And then my hand comes down on her ass with a loud smack. Her whole body jumps on the mattress from the force and shock of my smack. Then she squeals with a mixture of delight and pain.
There is a handprint on her ass.
“Do not test me, Cadee.”
I wait for her to sass me. Or wiggler her hips again. Anything for another excuse to smack the cheek. But she’s quiet. Playing along.
“You know the rules,” I say, making it up as I go. “No men are allowed in your room unless I give them permission. And Lars was here. So now, you must be punished.”
She says nothing.
“Hello? Cadee Hunter?”
“You told me not to speak.”
I smack her again and she laughs this time and gets up to face me, finger pointed up at my face. “You’re cheating.”
“So? I’m the King, remember?”
“If we’re going to play, you can’t cheat. Rules are rules.”
“No men in your bedroom.”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Done. Anything else?”
“Hmm.” I think. I wasn’t prepared for this game. “You’re never allowed to be alone with Lars anymore. Ever.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why? I mean, if that’s your rule, fine. But I want to know why.”
“Because we’re not playing the same game anymore. Don’t you feel it? It’s not just me, right? Lars has some other secret agenda. In fact, it feels like everyone has their own secret agenda, doesn’t it? But back to Lars, I’ve felt this way for a while. Ax even said—”
“OK, OK, OK. I don’t need a dissertation on it, Cooper. We’re trying to have some spanky sex here, right?”
I laugh.
She cocks her head at me and grins. “Do you have any more rules for me, my king?”
Hmm. I think for a moment. “I need something to call you.”
“What’s wrong with Cadee?”
“For your punishment, I mean. Like Fugling. But definitely not Fugling. What could it be?”
She blinks at me. “Are you asking me to choose my own derogatory name?”
“Yeah. Why not? In fact”—I side-eye her with a mischievous grin—“it’s an order. What should I call you, Fugling? Instead of Fugling?”
“How about ‘my queen?’”
I try it out. “You’ve been a bad, bad… Queen.” I shake my head. “Nah. Something else. Dig a little deeper, Cades. Go a little darker.”
“OK.” She chuckles. “How about wench?”
“Wench?” I scratch my neck as I consider it. “Keep going.”
“Bitch?”
“No.”
“Slut?”
“Definitely not.”
“Ummm. Fuck. I don’t know. You’re kinda putting me on the spot here.” Then her eyes brighten. “Or… maybe I do. How about… Fuckling?”
“Fuckliiiing.” I say it slowly. “Yeah, OK. You’re my Fuckling, Cadee. From now on, when I call you Fuckling, you obey me as your King.”
She bats her eyes at me. Then, suddenly shy, she looks down at her feet. “Yes, my king.”
She resumes her position.
Bent over on the bed face down.
Hands flat on the comforter.
Legs spread apart.
“Fuckling, you’re going to kill me this year.”
She looks over her shoulder at me and winks.
So many feelings flood through my body, I have to pause and take a deep breath to consider where I should start.
These panties need to go. I tug on one side. Slip it down over her hip just enough to make the elastic bite into her skin. I don’t know why that turns me on, but it does. Then I drag the other side down just a little bit further. She’s breathing heavy now, her mind filled with what-if’s and possibilities.
But we’re not quite there yet.
My palm caresses her ass cheeks. I do that several times, avoiding her pussy area on purpose. Then I pull her panties down a little more until they are stretched tight between her thighs.
Obviously, her pussy is begging me to finger it and her ass cheeks are pleading for me to spank them. But I want to work up to both of those actions. I want to do it right.
I step forward towards her and reach for her long, blonde hair. I wrap it around my fist two times and then pull it just enough to make her gasp and lift her head up off the comforter.
My hips press against her ass and my cock hardens beneath my shorts.
She moans a little. And I have an urge to punish her for making noise. I’m not versed in dominant-submissive etiquette and I’m no expert at this role-playing stuff, but it feels like she should need permission to moan.
I’m still considering this, pretty amused at my internal thoughts, when she begins to press her ass into my cock, urging me to move faster. And then I tug on her hair until she gasps, just a little bit annoyed that she’s not obeying me in a more serious manner.
“If you move your hips or try to tease me into action, Fuckling, I will deny you. Do not play with your King.”
She stays quiet and this pleases me so much I lean over and kiss that little dent in the small of her back. She gasps again, only this time from my soft, fluttering lips traveling up her spine. When I get to her neck, I lean in and nip the tender skin and she cries out a little. But before she can think too hard about the pain, I take my lips to her earlobe and gently caress it with my mouth.
My hips begin to grind against her ass, my cock filling up with blood and growing harder with each thrust. And then I slip one hand under her breast and squeeze her tit until she’s biting her lip and wincing. Forcing herself to remain quiet.
I let go of her breast and slide my hand down her stomach until my fingers find the sweet spot between her legs. Doing something gentle and sweet so her thoughts won’t linger on the pain that came before it.
“You were bad, Fuckling.” I say it softly. Very gentle. “You had a man in your room. And not only that, you had a specific man in your room. One who is not allowed to be alone with you.”
I wait to see if she calls me on the unfairness of this. And maybe she would, if this were something other than it is. But it’s just a game and she’s playing along.
Of course my accusation is unfair.
Of course it’s unreasonable.
But I’m not just any King. I’m the Bully King and I can say and do whatever I want.
“So now I have to punish you. Stand up!” I command her as I yank on her hair and then ease my way around her body until we are face to face.
She looks me in the eyes. Then she licks her lips.
“The defiance in you is strong, Fuckling. But… let’s see how defiant you are after your spanking.
She almost smiles.
And I almost stop and chastise her for real for not being serious.
Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and scoot back just enough so I can prop my feet up on the bedrail. Then I pat my thigh. “Lie across my lap with your face on the bed.”
“Oh, Cooper,” she moans. “Yesssss.”
“Cadee, if you want to play, stay in character. If you want to stop—”
“I was going to say, ‘I thought you’d never ask.’”
“I’m not asking! I’m demanding!”
She giggles. And I kinda let a smile slip. But she sucks in a deep breath and positions herself
the way I asked, with her face pressed against the comforter and her ass across my legs.
I open my legs, so that one knee is pressing up against her pussy just to keep pressure on it.
I look down at her back end and find that the elastic top of her thigh-highs and her stretched-tight panties are digging into the skin. I fucking love this. I love the way it pinches her flesh.
She begins to get impatient with me, shifting her weight slightly so that her legs close a little and her panties slide down to her knees.
I smack her immediately. Hard. The sound of it echoes in the tall ceiling of the glass room and she lets out a small shriek.
“Your panties slipped,” I explain. “Don’t do that, Fuckling. I put them there for a reason.” Cadee says nothing so I tell her what I want to hear. “Say, ‘I beg your pardon, my king.’”
She sucks in a breath. “I beg your pardon, my king.”
“Good girl.” I drag the panties back up to their former position. “Just don’t let it happen again.”
She spreads her legs enough to keep them taut.
Now the hard part.
Where should I start?
I grin as I consider my options. So many options when she’s in this position.
My hand, almost of its own accord, makes this decision for me. Because it comes down hard on the other cheek.
Cadee’s back bucks up a little in surprise. But I’m already spanking her again. Then again, and again, and again. On, and on, and on until there are large, bright-red circles on both cheeks and she’s panting out breaths that are both ragged and real.
I stop and begin to caress her. Sliding my hand over her punishment marks with such a light touch, the skin on the back of her thighs perks up with a chill.
Jesus Christ. This is fun.
But does she like it as much as I do?
My fingers slide between her legs and gently probe her pussy.
When I pull them back, they are glistening with her wetness. I bring them up to my mouth and lick them. Taste her. And decide, Hell, yeah, she likes it.
She moans a little. Not a lot. But I punish her anyway. That’s part of the fun, right?
I smack her again. One cheek, then the other. Then again, and again, and again until it’s quite clear that this actually fucking hurts her. Because she is squirming in my lap and kicking up her legs.
“Shit.” I stop. “Cadee?”
“What?” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Do we need a safe word?”
“Ohhh. Probably.”
“OK. Pick one.”
“Hmm. How about…” She narrows her eyes at me. Not in a mean way. A seductive way. And then she says, “Sausage,” in a very husky, sexy voice.
I crack up.
“Don’t laugh at me.” Still with the husky voice. “Cooper.” And now her tone is back to normal. “Get to the good part! Or I swear, I will rub one out using your knee!”
I look down at my knee and her bright pink pussy positioned over it, and realize she could. “Well, I would actually like to see that happen.”
She cocks her head at me.
“If you make yourself come on my knee, I’ll fuck you, Cadee. If you don’t, I’ll leave you hanging. And I won’t let you rub one out, either.”
“Like you could stop me,” she teases.
I point at her. “Is that a challenge?”
Her hand finds its way to my rock-hard cock beneath my shorts. “How about this—”
“Is this a negotiation?”
“It is now.”
“OK. I’m up for it.” Like… there is no way in hell I’m not up for a dirty sex deal with sweet Cadee Hunter.
“I’ll come all over your knee, my king.” She says all this in the poutiest voice ever. “If you let me play with your cock while I do it. And”—she stops to let the idea of a condition sink in—“and… you cannot come until you’re inside me.”
“Deal.” She laughs while I unbutton my shorts and pull out my dick. Then I take her hand and guide it to the shaft of my cock. But she doesn’t grip it. Instead, she slips her fingers down to touch my balls, and then fondles them in the palm of her hand.
“You little fucking witch,” I whisper.
“You think… what? I have no imagination, Cooper?”
We both laugh.
“You’re gonna regret this deal. And you’re so going to lose.”
I laugh. “Not likely.”
“Mm-hm. You will. Because I’m not going to come until you do.”
I tsk my tongue at her. “I’m pretty sure the King calls the shots here, Fuckling.”
“You agreed to my challenge. If you’re the King, rise to it. Put me in my place, Cooper. Make me do your bidding.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m going to win.”
She narrows hers right back and whispers, “You’re going to try.”
And then her hips begin to move above my leg. Her ass rising up and down as she grinds her pussy along the edge of my knee.
I’m transfixed by this, like unable to even process how hot this shit is, when she squeezes my balls just enough to remind me that she’s actually in charge right now.
Sneaky little witch.
And then she starts moaning. “Oooo. Ohhhh. Oooo, Cooper. I need to come. I need to spill all my wet pussy juice all over your leg.”
And if that wasn’t enough to get me going, she begins to jerk me off.
I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath.
But she doesn’t stop. Just keeps going.
“Cooper,” she coos. “I wish I could put your cock in my mouth right now. Just let your head slip past my lips so I could twirl my tongue over your tip in tiny, little circles.” And as she says this, her thumb is actually twirling circles over the tip of my dick until it’s slick with my own pre-come.
“Fuck-ing hell,” I moan.
Her hips are moving faster now. And she’s moaning loudly. Panting hard with ragged breaths. And then she’s jerking on me, her hand sliding up and down my shaft, until the sound of her fist over my cock fills the room. Her hips begin a little circular motion. And when I look down at her pussy, it’s glistening and wet. So wet, it begins to drip onto the fabric of my shorts and a dark spot appears.
I want to touch her. I want my fingers to make her come. I want to stick my dick inside her and—
I come.
I fucking come all over her hand.
And then she’s coming too. Moaning and writhing. Her pussy slipping up and down over my knee as she fucks it.
I fall back on the bed and smile as I close my eyes.
Cadee Hunter—new nickname Fuck Goddess—positions herself between my legs and then I realize what she’s going to do next.
She takes my cock in her mouth and begins to suck me off.
“Holy. Fuck!”
She comes up for air and grins at me. “If you can keep it up, my king, I’ll put this big fat cock inside my pussy and we can end this game right.”
I grab her hair, pull it until she gets up off her knees and climbs up my body. She hovers over my cock, taking it in her hand as she positions it over her dripping-wet pussy, and then…
Motherfucking hell.
I’m inside her.
This is no slow fuck on a hammock out on our porch.
This is wild lust in the top floor of a High Court Castle throne room.
She rides me like I’m a bucking bull.
She fucks me like she’s a whore living under a red light.
And when we come together again, I see our future together and it is filled with kink.
Hours later, I open my eyes and see Cadee’s sweet face smiling back at me. We’re under her giant canopy bed fit for a queen. Tangled up in each other’s arms. Very fucking satisfied.
“Awake now?” she asks.
I nod and close my eyes again. “I am. And real life is just as good as the dream I was having.”
“Was it a sexy dream?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Was I in it?”
I crack one eye open. “It was all you, Cades.”
This makes her happy. And she props her chin up with one fist on my chest. “You do know that Lars and I weren’t doing anything when you walked in, right?”
“Of course. Why would you even bring it up?”
“You looked pissed.”
“Yeah. Because he pisses me off.” I sigh. “He’s in. I just know he’s cutting some deal on the side.”
“So what if he is? I mean, it won’t affect you, Cooper.”
“Maybe not in some tangible way, but psychologically it will. He can’t spend ten years with Ax and me coming up with an escape plan and then just switch sides.” Then I remember the conversation I had with my father earlier. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I didn’t actually come over here to have sex with you.”
“No?” She grins at me.
“It was a nice distraction, don’t get me wrong. But we do have to have a serious conversation about Isabella.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I’m ready for that convo.”
“I’m not marrying her. I’m just gonna say that up front. But I can’t walk out on her. Not until I know she’s safe.”
“So what’s that mean?”
“It means…” I sigh. “That I will have to take her places.”
“Such as?”
“Not homecoming. I’m taking you to homecoming.”
“Presumptuous much?”
“Cadee Hunter, would you like to go to homecoming with me?”
She reaches for my hand and kisses my knuckles, then demurely looks up at me through half-mast eyes. “I would be honored, my king.”
“Good.” I take a moment to smile.
“But…” she prods.
“Right. But there’s a harvest dance-festival-rite thing that same night. And I do have to take Isabella to that one.”
“What kind of harvest dance-festival-rite?”
“At the tomb, Cades.”
“Oh.”
“You can come too. But… you have to walk behind us.”
“What?” She scoffs and sits up, her tits bouncing a little inside her tight, white crop top. “Like I’m what? Your concubine?”
“Ehhhhh. Yeah.”
And then she laughs. Which is a better reaction than I pictured when I was walking home from that meeting with my father. “What will we do at this harvest dance-festival-rite?”