When her head lolls back against the sofa, I tell her to look at me. "I'm just getting started, luv," I say, my eyes trained on hers as I bring her closer. Her pussy swells around my fingers, and I know she's not far. "This is just getting started. Don't hold back. I want you to come for me, so I can take you out of here and fuck you the way I want to fuck you. I need you to come on me. I can’t make it out of this room without seeing you come."
"Albie," she groans, and I feel the orgasm before she even cries out, bringing my lips down on hers to mute the sound of her moan. When she comes, it’s hard. Her muscles clamp down on my fingers. Her hands claw at my shirt.
I don't wait for her to stop throbbing before I pull my fingers from her. "I'm taking you to my room and fucking you. I don't want to hear why we shouldn't, or how we're going to get caught. If you say a word, I'll pick your little ass up and put you over my shoulder and carry you to my room."
"How are we going to –"
I don't wait for her to finish her question. I bend over her, sweeping her up with my hands on her waist, and throw her over my shoulder before she can finish.
"Albie, stop!" she squeals, pounding her fist on my back as if that's going to make me put her down.
"I’d recommend you shut your mouth before someone walks in here and sees your bare ass slung over my shoulder," I tell her, smacking her rear for effect. Her skirt doesn't cover a damn thing, and I don't care.
"You can't walk out in the hallway with me like this," she hisses. "Put me down."
"Did you think this house doesn't have secret passageways, just like the palace?" I ask, pressing the panel beside the wall. "Now, be a good girl and stay put."
"Or what?"
Inside the passageway, the motion-sensors flick on the overhead lights, illuminating what's more like a regular hallway than the old tunnels underneath the palace. The echo of my footsteps and our breathing are the only sounds in here as I walk down the hallway with her on my shoulder. "Or, I'll have to give you another spanking."
"Are you trying to encourage me not to struggle?"
I slap her ass again for effect, the crack amplified in the tunnel, and she squirms. "You like that, don't you?"
"No," she says.
So I slap her again, and she lets out a faint grunt in response.
"Liar," I say.
My cock is hard as a rock, and there's nothing I want more than to set her down and fuck the living hell out of her right now. Instead, I keep walking, letting my fingers wander as I do, back between her legs to her pussy. I slowly push my fingers inside her with each step I take. But she’s not resisting anymore. Instead, she moans when my steps jostle her against my shoulder.
"You should put me down," she says.
"Now you're just trying to provoke me."
"Is it working?" she asks.
I slip my fingers from her and deposit her on the ground in front of me, her body sliding down mine until her feet touch the floor. Pushing her hard against the wall, I pin her arms behind her. My mouth hovers so close to hers I can feel her breath on me.
"You tell me," I say, pressing my erection against her leg.
"You like it when I provoke you," she whispers, arching her back up toward me. Her breasts push against me, and my cock twitches.
"I like it when you do what I say," I whisper. I'm going to fuck this girl, right here, right now. I can't even wait to cover the ten steps between here and my room.
She laughs, the sound breathy. "You would hate it if I just did what you told me to do," she says.
I would hate it.
I like the fight she puts up.
"I should punish you for your smart mouth," I say.
"If the punishment involves your cock, I'll take it," she whispers.
Fuck. The words your cock coming out of her sweet little mouth, and I'm done for. "Fuck me bare," I tell her. "That's your punishment."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Belle
I swear that my heart leaps in my chest, straight up to my throat.
Bare. Unprotected.
I've never done that with anyone before.
Some punishment.
The idea of feeling Albie bare inside me, his cock ring pressing against me, makes me so heady with desire that I can't see straight. I can't think straight.
Which explains why I say what I say next.
"I could be a very bad girl."
I think he growls. Actually growls. Like an animal.
He kisses me so hard I taste blood, and his hands yank mine up roughly over my head and press my palms against the wall. My heart beats wildly in my chest as every part of me responds to his forceful touch.
When he runs his hand over my body, it's not gentle. And I don't want him to be gentle. I want him to fuck me like he did in the throne room – with wild abandon.