I shove my cock down her throat as far as I can until she’s out of breath and then pull out, only to ram it back into her again. God, my balls are bursting, and I’m so fucking eager to explode all over her. The only question is where.

I take my hard-on out of her mouth and smile down at her licking her lips. “Like the taste of my cock, sweet cheeks?”

“Salty,” she says.

“I bet you’d like more,” I muse, smearing my pre-cum mixed with her saliva on her lips. Fuck, she looks so pretty when her face is all fucked. So fucking filthy … it riles me up. I’ve dreamed for so long to see her like this … all wet and dirty. Just as it was supposed to be.

“Tell me, Princess, do you really think this is bad?”

“Bad? Yes,” she says, as I dip my cock in and out of her mouth.

I squint. “Do you think it’s really a punishment?”

She takes a breath, and a second passes before she answers. “There are worse things you could do to me.”

I laugh. “You … I knew you’d come around eventually.”

She smiles at me with such a cutesy smile that I just want to smother her.

So I do. With my balls.

“Suck on them,” I groan, as her tongue licks my sack. I jerk myself off on top of her while she cups them with her mouth, gently massaging them. “Fuck that feels good. And don’t you fucking bite or I swear to fucking god I’ll—”

“I won’t,” she murmurs between licks. “I promise.”

“Good. You’d better remember that knife and the fact that I love me some fucking royal blood.”

I let her suck my balls until I’m so far into it that I almost come right over her titties. But I want to savor this moment, make it lodge into both our memories so she knows what she’s been missing out on all these years.

After a few more jerks, I let my cock bounce out of my hand and step away from her. I grab her face and force her to look at me. “Tell me, sweet cheeks, where do you wanna have it?”

“Have what?”

“My cum, Princess. Your pretty mouth or your wet pussy. Choose.”

She flushes. “I don’t … I don’t want to choose.”

I slap her cheek, not too hard. “Choose. Or I’ll make the choice for you, and it won’t be so nice.”

She swallows. “Pussy.”

I cock my head and then lean forward to slap her mound, making her moan. “What did you say?”

“My pussy, please!”

“Beg,” I growl, stuffing my cock back into her mouth. She gargles from the sudden invasion, barely able to take it down as I thrust a few more times and take my hard-on out again.

She sucks in a huge breath. “Please, come in my pussy.”

“Hmm,” I groan, grabbing her throat again. “You want that cum in your tight hole?”

“No,” she says.

“No, what?” I slap her pussy again, and this time her whole body jolts up.

“I mean yes!”

“Good choice,” I say, smiling like a crazy son of a bitch.

Running my fingers through my hair, I walk to the other side of the table and untie her legs again so I can pull her toward me. I don’t even have to tie her down again because she automatically opens her legs for me and allows me in.

I don’t give her even one second to prepare before I bury my cock to the hilt inside her wetness, causing her to explode in a massive moan. Her muscles contract around my cock, making it thump with pleasure. Fuck, it feels so good to finally have her bare. She’s so fucking wet; I can’t even describe it.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, when I thrust into her deeply.

“More like holy fuck,” I muse.

“Fuck yes,” she adds, making me laugh a little.

“You’re a filthy one, you know that?” I say, thrusting a few more times, causing her to moan so loud that I think it could be heard miles away. “Always so fucking ready to take my cock like a good girl.”

“Oh, fuck me,” she moans, gripping her own leash with her cuffed hands.

“That eager, huh? You’re not fighting it anymore.”

“Do it,” she murmurs as I reach for the leash in her hands. “Take me.”

“Sweet cheeks,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I already fucking owned you long ago.”

I thrust into her three more times until my cock pulsates and her body starts to convulse.

She squeals. “Fuck! I’m coming!”

I slap her titty, causing her to buck. “You didn’t beg, Princess. Remember who this pussy belongs to. Me. So don’t you fucking come without asking ever again.”

I slap her other tit for good measure too, but it’s too late. I can feel her come because her pussy is milking my dick. And even though she didn’t ask for it, I’m giving her the satisfaction of enjoying another orgasm before I blow my load into her. Her overflowing wetness brings me to the brink, and with a big groan, I let go of all that pent-up lust.

“Here it comes, Princess. I’m going to fucking come inside your wet pussy,” I murmur, shooting my cum as far as I can. Her face turns from scrunched up into a full-on gasp as she falls apart underneath me, arching her back to come closer, intensifying my orgasm. Four spurts later, and my cum is literally dripping out of her as I take my semi-hard-on out of her spent pussy.

I slap her inner thighs, making her jolt up and slam her legs together.

“Keep that juice in there, Princess,” I muse, as I make my way toward her face to undo the tie I’d made using her hair. She lies still on the table, not moving an inch as I hold her leash and pull her up into a seated position. Her face is completely smashed. Not the ‘I had too much to drink’ type of smashed, but the ‘I was fucked so hard I can’t think straight’ type. And it makes me smile like a goddamn proud man. Fucking hell.

“I hope that was as good to you as it was to me,” I muse, making her lean in toward me.

She doesn’t respond, but her lip twitches.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I say.

“Oh, yeah? What then?” she sneers.

“That you fucking loved what I did, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself. You’re ashamed.”

“No,” she says, but she’s such a bad liar I can see straight through it.

“Liar,” I say.

She shrugs, so I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “Don’t you fucking shrug when I’m talking to you. I hate your lies. I hate everything about your behavior these last few years. And you should, too.”

“Who says I don’t?”

I frown, punching the table with my fist. “Then why didn’t you fucking change?”

“I did. I changed into something you didn’t like,” she says. “But I did it for you.”

I shake my head, unable to believe what she’s saying. Why the fuck is she saying this, anyway? What the fuck is the point in all of this?

“I never told you that I liked a fucking liar,” I say.

“Hmm … I disagree,” she muses. “You said it yourself. You like me better when I’m a naughty girl.”

My nose begins to twitch, as I’m starting to get really pissed off now. “That has nothing to do with you lying about all the things you did.”

“I lied to protect you,” she says. “No matter what you want to believe, that’s the truth.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I hold onto the table to stop myself from throwing her off instead. “Seriously, I’m this close,” I say, showing her my thumb and index finger close together, “to stuffing you back into that cage.”

She frowns, her eyes filling with tears. I can’t tell if they’re real or fake. “Why? Because you don’t want to hear the truth?”

“I don’t fucking care! You lied, and you keep doing it!” I yell.

She makes a face. “Look at you. Look at us. We’re screaming and shouting at each other.”

“Yeah, well that’s what you fucking get when you mess with me.”

“I didn’t mess with you, Phoenix,” she says, grabbing my hands, even though it’s hard when they’re cuffed. “I did it because I loved you, Miles.”

I grimace. “Don’t say that name ever again.”

“Why? Because it’s your real name?”

“Don’t say that you fucking loved me!” I yell, slamming the table, making her jolt up. “Stop fucking lying!”