Arranged love

MIA

WITH HIS HAND on my lower back, he guides me into the dimly lit room. It has a large foyer with a single purple light shining down on us. It reminds me of the club, just without the flashing motion.

Walking down a hallway into an open room, my eyes quickly scan the area. It looks like Kink. Just a smaller version of it. There are no separate rooms or windows for people to watch. Just us-me and him.

“What is this place?” I ask, walking over to what looks like a bench. “Is this Kink too?”

“No,” he answers, coming up behind me. He reaches around my waist, his hands sliding into the slit of my dress, and my breath catches as his fingers crawl along my skin to enter my thong. My head falls back against his shoulder. “This is The Palace. Our Queens use it.”

“Queens?” I whisper, my hips bucking against his hand, silently begging him for more.

His free hand reaches up to wrap around my throat, and wetness pools between my legs. “Kingdom has an escort service. They are our Queens.”

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “Dillan.” My hand finds his, and I grip his wrist. “I need more. Please.”

He kisses the side of my face and then pulls both of his hands away, leaving my skin cold. “Do you trust me?” he asks softly.

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“Turn around.”

A shiver runs up my spine at the sound of his command. His voice is so cold-like it was that first night in the limo. It does something to me that I can’t deny. It turns me on. Doing as I’m told, I turn around to face him. He reaches up and runs his thumb over my lips. I part them, and he pushes it into my mouth. I suck on it, and he lets out a growl.

Pulling away, he hooks his fingers into either strap of my dress and pushes the material down my body. I stand still, letting it fall on my heels. Taking my hand, he pulls me forward to step out of it, and my body pushes into his. I can feel how hard he is, making my heart race. We’ve had sex at least ten times since that first night a week ago, and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Sore, yes, but it’s not painful. It’s turned into a dull ache, a need that only he can fulfill.

He pushes his hands into my thong, and it too falls down my shaky legs. “You will leave your heels on,” he informs me.

I nod. “Okay.” I’d agree to just about anything right now.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me over to the large bed that sits in the middle of the room. “Crawl onto the bed, facing the footboard.” He slaps my ass at the command, and I yelp at the sting it leaves.

He goes to the end of the bed while I sit on my knees, facing him. There’s a tall wooden-looking footboard that has three holes in it. He unlocks it, pulling it up. “Come here.” He gestures with his free hand to move forward.

Swallowing nervously, I scoot closer to him. “A hand through each hole. Your head through the middle.”

My heart races, and I pause for a second, my eyes meeting his stare. He arches a brow as if to ask if I have the balls to do as he says or am I going to back out. Taking a deep breath, I bend over, placing my arms through the holes on either side of the one for my neck. He reaches up and brushes the hair off my back to hang off the side of my face before closing the top half down, and I look over to see him lock it in place.

I shift on my knees to try and ease the ache between my legs.

Without saying anything, he walks out of sight, and I try to follow him, but the way I’m bent over, I’m forced to stare at the floor. The back of my head hits the footboard, making it impossible to lift my head all the way up.

I can’t hear anything over my heavy breathing and blood rushing in my ears. I try to pull my arm free, but the holes are too small. He’s got me secured, and I shift on my knees, whimpering.

“I haven’t even started yet, gorgeous,” I close my eyes as I feel my pussy clench. Goddamn. Just his voice makes me want to come.

The bed dips behind me, and I go to close my legs, but he slaps the inside of my thigh. “Keep them wide open.”

“Dillan.” His name is breathless. My head hangs over, and my hair covers most of my face. “Please.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, I feel something wrap around my right ankle. Then he spreads my legs farther apart, making my ass lower a little and my back arch more. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out as he stretches my body to the point it’s painful. Something wraps around my other ankle, and I am no longer able to move my legs. I’m completely immobile.

My breath hitches when I feel his fingers run over my pussy, smearing the wetness before shoving a finger into me. I try to push my body back against him, but I can’t. I fist my hands in frustration.

He chuckles at my impatience. “So greedy. I like it.”

“Please?” I beg, fighting against the footboard.

“You’re so wet, Mia.” His fingers enter me again, and I whimper when he starts fucking me with them. But they’re gone too soon.

“Dillan,” I growl. I didn’t know he was going to torture me.

“Yes, gorgeous?” I can hear the laughter in his tone.

“Fuck me,” I demand breathlessly, not caring how desperate I sound or how my body is spread wide open for him to see.