Finally, Trip opened the door. He was in his usual outfit, though he looked incredible.
“Perfect,” he said, a big grin breaking across his face.
“What?” I asked, blushing.
“Give me a spin.”
I turned for him, looking over my shoulder.
“Perfect,” he said again. “Fuck, Bryce, that is perfect.”
“Stop,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“Yes,” he said, “but first. George?” he called. “You’re dismissed. Al and the others have a few hours off; you can join them.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” he said, and instantly left.
I laughed. “Is it weird that people actually listen to your commands?”
“Yes and no. You get used to it.” He stared down at me, his eyes full of something hungry. “But when people disobey, it only makes me want to command them that much more.”
I looked away. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
He grinned at me and turned, letting me in. He shut the door behind me.
“Drink?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
He poured two glasses and handed me one. “It’s a local wine,” he said. “We’re known more for beer, but we can make wine, too.”
I sipped it. The wine was thick and delicious. “It’s good.”
“It’s passable. Come.” He led me over to the couches and we sat down. “It’s been one fucking stressful day.”
“I’m sorry about the attacks,” I said.
“They aren’t your fault. Or are you a rebel spy?”
I laughed. “I’d be the greatest spy in the world if that were the case.”
“You have gotten very close to the king.”
“Not by choice.”
“I don’t know,” he said, sitting close to me. “Look at you. That dress is perfect, revealing just enough to entice me.”
“You picked the dress,” I pointed out.
“True,” he acknowledged, “but you’ve also played hard to get so wonderfully. Every time you push me away, it only makes me want you that much more.”
“That’s not by design,” I said, laughing. “I can’t help it if you want me to obey so badly.”
“I do,” he admitted. “Nothing makes me harder than you obeying my commands.”
“What do you want to command me to do?” I asked him, my heart beating fast in my chest.
“Stand,” he said simply.
I stood. He took my glass from my hand and set it down on the end table.
“Turn,” he said.
I turned around, looking over my shoulder at him.
He took my hips and pulled me closer to him. I felt his fingertips trail along my thighs, slowly pulling my dress up.
The fabric slipped over my ass. I bit my lip, looking back at him. He looked up at me, his eyes serious, and he grinned at me as he kissed my skin, his hands firm on my hips.
“What now?” I asked.
He slapped my ass lightly. “I didn’t command you to speak.”
I bit my lip.
“That’s better,” he said. “Spread your legs.”
I listened, spreading them apart.
“Very good,” he murmured. “God, I love this fucking ass.”
I gasped as he spread my legs farther. I felt his fingers press up along my skin and slowly find my dripping wet clit.
“Trip,” I gasped.
“Don’t move,” he said. “And don’t say a word. I just want a little taste.”
I groaned as I felt his tongue begin to explore my pussy from behind. He licked every inch of me, his tongue pressing deep inside my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how dirty he was. Trip didn’t seem to mind one bit as he licked my pussy from behind. His fingers worked my clit as he licked me, and I could barely stand straight.
“Delicious,” he said. “Exactly like I remembered.”
I let out a little whimper and he spun me around. He pulled me down onto him. I straddled his body as he kissed me, my dripping wet pussy pressing against his hard cock. I could feel him straining against his dress slacks, so I reached down and began to stroke his shaft.
The king was big. Very big. I was surprised at first, but I shouldn’t have been. Everything about Trip was big. His personality, his muscles, his castle, it was all huge. And now I got to work his big, thick cock.
I kissed him hard, our tongues working together, and I knew what I wanted. I knew I was finally getting what I needed, after all this time of going back and forth with him. This was what I wanted and what I really needed.
“Now,” he whispered in my ear, “I want you down on your knees in front of me.”
“You’re not my king,” I said. “I won’t kneel for you.”