Page 38 of Empress of Ruin
“Please what?” his tongue circles my clit, and I cry out. “Please make me come? Please stop torturing me?” he gives a taunting chuckle. “Never.”
“Please put me out of my misery!” I cry.
“As you wish.”
Threefingers slam inside me, filling and stretching me until I ache, and his lips wrap around my clit. My back arches as on orgasm practicallytearsthrough me, clearing my mind of all thought, making me literallysee stars. My pussy clenches around Killian’s fingers rhythmically, and my entire body lights up like the night’s sky on the 4thof July. I’m still riding the wavesof pleasure so acute it’s almost painful when Killian pulls my ass off the desk, spins me around, and bends me over it. I brace on my elbows, digging my nails into the polished wood.
Killian doesn’t waste any time. He frees his cock from his pants and runs it over my slit. Once, twice, three times, sliding over my already-sensitive clit and making me squirm. “Please, fuck me,” I gasp.
“Say it again,” Killian grits out.
“Please,” I whine. I don’t even have the presence of mind to care that he’s reduced me to little more than a sex doll. None of itmatters.The only thing that matters is that I get him inside me, filling the need he left behind. “Please fuck me, Killian. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything,” he echoes, amused. “Will you be my very good girl?”
“Yes,” I whine.
“Will you wear my ring? Carry my baby? Be mywife?”
I part my lips to say yes, but my brain catches up with the words, and I go tense. I can’t agree to that. Even now, when I feel like I’ve lost my mind, I have enough brainpower to know that making such a bargain will only fuck me in the long run—and not in the fun way.
“Hmm. Notthatdesperate yet, are we?” Killian doesn’t sound amused, but he also doesn’t sound upset. As if he expected this turn of events. “Very well, then.Scream for me.” He slams his cock inside me, and god help me, I do. Even though he didn’t spank me this morning, my ass still prickles and burns from the regular spankings I’ve received, and the pain only drives me higher. It hurts, and it feelsso good, and I feel like I’m half out of my mind with pleasure so acute it’s painful.
The need that’s been keeping me on the edge for hours feels like it explodes outwards. My orgasm instantly reignites, and Killian gives a low groan as I convulse around his cock.
“That’s two,” he whispers. “How many should we go for?” My eyes flash open and widen. “Wait—”
He withdraws and slams back into me, wrenching a cry from my lips. He surges forward again, and again, andagain,fucking me through what feels like an endless orgasm. Each time it dies down, it reignites once again… and after an indeterminate amount of time, I feel his thumb pressing against my back hole.
My head drops to the cool surface of the table, and I sob. He doesn’t ask permission or wait—he pushes his thumb forward until it sinks past the tight ring of muscle.
I feel defeated. Completely owned. Forced to submit entirely. In this moment, every morsel of who I am has been subverted and claimed by him.
There’s no pain, only a weird fullness that makes me feel stretched beyond capacity. With a low, tortured moan, I come again, this time with my entire body burning with shame. I shouldn’t feel pleasure from this act—it’s too taboo, too forbidden, and yet, I can’t help myself.
“There’s my good girl,” he purrs. “Fuck, little bird, I’m close. Come for me one more time, will you?”
“I can’t,” I cry softly. I feel wrenched out and completely spent. My legs couldn’t hold me up right now; if it weren’t for the table and Killian, I’d have already collapsed.
“You can,” he counters. “I know you can be a good girl for me when you want to be. So come.” His free hand sneaks between my hips and the table, and his fingers glide over my clit. They circle once, twice… on the third time, I explodeagain, tears streaming down my cheeks, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead, morphed into a puddle of incoherent need. I let out a low, tortured groan as Killian’s thrusts sharpen and shorten. A heartbeat later, he stills, spilling inside me with a roar of victory.
He folds himself over me, trailing his lips from the back of my neck, over to my ear.
“I win.”
Chapter Fifteen
Killian
Lyra collapses when I pull out of her, breathing harshly, trembling with little aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.
I’m a little bit ruffled, as well. She really did hold out longer than I expected, and when she came to me with glazed eyes and sheer desperation written into every feature, I nearly lost control entirely.
I stroke a hand over her shoulder blade, back, and down her ass. My eyes linger on the visible vertebrae of her spine. My Little Bird really hasn’t been taking care of herself, and I see it as my duty to correct the error in her ways. “Can you stand?” I ask, amused.
“I… don’t think so.” Her tone is dazed, and her legs shiver violently. Satisfaction fills me to the brim. Iloveseeing her wrung out and limp, sprawled over my desk like an offering.
I lift her into my arms, carry her over to the couch, and cover her with the silk throw banket draped over the back, arranging some pillows under her head. “Catch your breath, take a nap. I have some more work to do. We’ll go to dinner later.”
