Tease (Club Deep #1)(6)

The door opens with a soft click, and it’s him. I can feel it. Suddenly I feel everything, the clothes and air on my skin, the anticipation in my gut, and the movement of him in the room. His footfalls are soft and steady, and I hear him enter the dressing room and the rustle of fabric. Then he’s coming towards me, and my heart rate speeds up. An odd thought strikes me. Has this all been one night? I never thought my world could change so quickly.

Then I hear the whisper of the silk tent and his voice, deeper, more commanding, just like a King. “They told me a gift was waiting. You are not what I expected.”

And just like that, reality drops away. I swallow. “No?”

“No.” The air moves around me, and I can feel him walking slowly around me. I think about just how much these clothes reveal and blush. He completes his circle, stopping in front of me, and I feel fabric brushing against my knees.

Fingers are in my hair and I stiffen, and relax, realizing he’s undoing the blindfold. Everything seems bright now, and I blink trying to regain my vision. When I do, I lose something else—my breath. Cole stands before me in a glorious costume. Long flowing pants, with an embroidered coat. He’s shirtless under the coat, and the sight of his chest, perfect and sculpted, better than I even imagined, distracts me. There’s a hint of ink peeking around his ribs, but I can’t see what it is. His hair is tousled with the careless grace of royalty, and his stance holds the confidence and arrogance of the same. He’s staring at me, his face unyielding, and my mouth waters. He’s gorgeous, and every inch a king. Given to him or not, I want him. I shouldn’t want him, but I do.

He walks over to one of the low couches, sprawling across it with lazy grace. “Stand.”

A command. There’s nothing in his voice that doubts I’ll obey. I stand, the clothes catching the light and sparkling. The split in the skirt falls open with the movement, exposing my leg. I see the corner of his mouth tug up into a ghost of a smile. Barely there.

I clear my throat. “What do I call you?”

“Your Majesty will do. Or highness.” He moves his finger in a small circle. “Turn.”

I do, slowly, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. It’s like they’re searing my skin with the heat they’re giving, and despite myself, I feel that same tiny thrill—that desire.

When I’m facing him again, he tilts his head like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “You’re not from my country.”

“No, your majesty.”

He smiles. “So how did you come to be here?”

I swallow again, the story coming to life in my brain. “My family tends animals. I was alone with a group of cattle when I was taken. Sold at a market to the group that brought me here.”

He frowns a little. “And do you know who they are?”

I shake my head. He considers me for a while in silence before speaking again. “Have you ever been with a man?”

I look down at the carpet, face suddenly hot, body suddenly hotter. “No, your majesty.”

Silence again, longer this time. “I’m trying to figure out what to do with you.”

“I thought—”

“I know why you are here,” he says, waving a hand. “I know what is expected. But since you didn’t choose to be in my presence wearing clothes like that, I find myself with a bit of a…conundrum.”

I don’t say anything.

“Unfortunately, the men who brought you here are not men I can afford to be on the wrong side of.” He smiles. “I can’t offend them by not accepting their gift in some way. But, I’m not a monster. I won’t force you. If you do not wish it, I’ll send you away, and you will have a place in my household as a servant.”

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “And if I do, I’ll have a place in your harem?”

He gives me that ghost smile. “Actually, I was going to say that I’ll let you go home.” My breath stills in my chest. “Really?”

He nods.

“And why couldn’t it be both? You could send me away now and still let me go home.”

He stands, crossing the distance between us. “I wish it were that simple, but I’m not a fool. They have spies everywhere. If they see you leave my rooms now, and don’t see you serving tomorrow, they will be offended. But if you leave in the morning, they’ll never think of you again.”

I look up into his eyes, dark green and fiery, and I feel that desire again.

“But I’m a passionate man, and having somebody as beautiful here with me for the night is more temptation than I can bear.”

I look down, away from him, and he his fingers find my chin, lifting my gaze back to his. “Give me tonight, and I’ll give you your freedom.”

His lips touch mine. Softly at first, then not so soft. The world disappears and I can’t remember anything but the feeling of his lips on my mine, the swooping of my stomach in free fall. For a breathless moment every part of my body is alive, fire spiraling through me and burning me up, turning me on, making me frantic with need.

He pulls back from me, just an inch, enough to see my eyes. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Good.” Taking a step back, he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it onto the couch and removing his pants in one smooth motion so that he’s naked in front of me.

Stunning in the costume, he’s even better without. His sculpted chest and abs leading down to perfect hips, and a cock standing proudly at attention. It’s thick and straight, and I shudder at the idea that that’s going to be inside me. I’ve never wanted anything so much.

“Undress. You won’t be needing those.” He gestures to my clothes with a sultry smirk.

He doesn’t move, just stands there waiting, expectant. He doesn’t make a move to help me. Just watches with that intense green stare that I can’t seem to look away from. I’m shaking. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or anticipation. Reaching back, I undo the ties on the top, and the weight of it makes it slither off my skin, landing in a heap at my feet. I push the skirt off my hips before I can change my mind, and it joins the pile of the fabric on the floor.

Suddenly he’s there, hands running across my skin, kissing me hard. He leads me to the cushions on the floor and guides me down until he’s laying over me. He’s bigger than I realized, he’s everywhere. His cock is hot and hard between us as he presses me down into the pillows, and that heat is spreading through me, downwards. My skin is so sensitive that every move he makes sends shivers across it—the product of an entire night waiting for this, for him to touch me. His fingers trail down my chest, the tips of fingers circling my breasts before flowing down and between my legs. He draws through the wetness there and I moan, arching my hips up and into him. He doesn’t push into me, not yet, just teases, running light strokes up and down my opening and circles around my clit. Just enough to make me want more. To make me want everything.

“When you go home, wherever you’re from, you can say I forced you if it makes it easier for them. But you and I will both know that it’s not true.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

And then he kisses me, and it’s everything. Fire explodes between us and I reach out, pull him closer, run my hands over his ribs, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the faint trace of a scar. Pleasure, deep and real, is running through me, and god, if just kissing him is like this…

He inches down my body, and it feels like he’s kissing every inch of my skin. I get lost in the sensation of his lips, of the chills he’s giving me, of the way my nipples harden as he brushes his lips across them before taking them into his mouth. Oh god yes. Yes. The suction of his mouth is a direct line to my clit, and I think that if he just kept doing this I might come.

But he has other plans, moving down and down and down until he’s right there, and I can feel his breath on my clit. There’s something so intimate about that feeling.

I look down to find him watching me, like he was waiting for me to look. And I’m looking as he slowly licks me, the feral sound he makes sending a gush of wetness onto his tongue. He seals his mouth over me in response, sucking deep, and oh god…

He’s barely touched me and I’m almost there. I must have said it out loud because suddenly his lips are around my clit, tongue working it with a singular focus. Every stroke takes me a little higher, a little closer, and I reach out for something to hold onto and find nothing solid. Just silk and pillows. It’s too much and just enough, and I’m writhing as he holds my pussy again, trying to get away, to make it last longer, but god I want it.

He lifts my hips off the ground, pulling me higher and makes me his. He’s feasting like the king he is, and the pleasure washes over me in a wave. I know that he’s not going to stop, not going to let me get away until he gives it all to me.

His teeth graze my clit, and with a last flick of his tongue, I come. I cry out, my voice muffled by all the fabric surrounding us, and it feels like fire, and if it is, then I don’t want to ever stop burning. He drinks me up, licking me deeper until I’m shaking and begging, until every last tremor has left me.