It was humiliating, having him make me confront myself like this. Force me to understand like this. I turned my face away from his golden eyes, which leered at the drool hanging from my mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then he sighed in a way that made my breath catch in my throat.
“You grind against my fingers and moan when you come,” he said, “but if you still can’t admit to enjoying it, maybe I still haven’t made love to you enough.”
Uh-oh. He’s in full sadist mode now!
He pulled his fingers out of me with an obscene wet slurp, then he slid them up to my Promise Mark, leaving a sticky trail that I could feel hot against my skin.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, coating my skin with my own juices. My legs trembled like crazy.
But he didn’t continue yet. He just watched me with those hot, golden eyes, favoring me with sweet, gentle caresses that seemed to pose a wordless question. That was what finally broke me.
Fine, you win. I’ll say it. Just please, please go easy on me!
“I-I like it when you…”
“Hm?”
Stop pretending you can’t hear me!
“I-I like it when you rub my c-clit with your fingers…while you play with my pussy.” I managed to stammer the words out.
“Oh yeah? Like this?” Lucas immediately rewarded me like I was the best wife in the world. His fingers moved so deftly, they sent me right back over the edge.
“Ahh, nngh! Lukie, I love it! I love it! I’m gonna… I can’t… Please stop!”
“You’re adorable. If you love it that much, you wouldn’t really want me to stop, would you?”
I couldn’t answer because I was spasming helplessly in his arms, sobs rasping from my throat as he peppered my cheeks with kisses between thrusts of his fingers. And then he gave me a choice.
“Do you want to keep going like this, or move on to what’s next?”
It was too much, and I started crying even harder.
“Nngh, ahhh!”
That only made his cock harder.
“You’re already making such a sexy face, and I haven’t even put it in yet. How am I supposed to say no to my sweet little Cecilia when she’s being so brave?”
N-no, that’s not it!
I was crying from fear, not desire. But he took my words and my expression and twisted them into some mirage whose lure he couldn’t resist.
“My insides feel all tingly, something’s wrong!” I protested. “I-I can’t take you now, not like this!”
“Your insides?”
“I-it’s just… When your…cock is inside me, I feel everything, and it’s too much… Even when I’m not coming, it won’t stop. The feeling won’t go away. Please, just stop here!” I begged him, shedding every last shred of pride I had. I said the words I knew he’d been wanting to hear, every filthy thing he’d asked of me. But he just smiled like I’d made his night.
“You’re so polite. But I understand. That just means your pussy’s ready for me, doesn’t it?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him, his hot, burning cock sliding into me in one long stroke.
“Ahhh, no! No… Why?!”
“Mm, I can feel your belly pulsing from the outside. Are you nervous? I bet it’ll feel amazing when I’m all the way in.”
My protests just made him happier, like every little cry was more proof of how much I needed him. He whispered, “I’m so horny… I could probably come in you over and over again tonight.”
His words boiled me hotter than any fever. He wasn’t rough, but he was possessive and unforgiving. I’d asked for this. I wanted him to make love to me until I broke, and now that he was actually doing it, my heart really did feel like it was going to explode.
I wanted him to ruin me.
I’d longed to see the raw, vicious side of his love, and now it was going to unravel me. It was everything I’d imagined.
But we weren’t home. We were in another kingdom, guests at a foreign banquet. No matter how much I wanted it, no matter how he roused my urges, this was neither the time nor the place.
I scraped together every last bit of reason I had and begged him.
“P-please, Lukie! If you make me come here, I’ll die from shame! I can’t! I-I’m gonna stain the floor!”
He didn’t even blink. “Then stain the floor.”
“What?”
Wait, what did he just say? Not “It’s okay if you do,” or “Don’t worry…” but “This floor should be stained?!” What the hell are you talking about, Lucas?!
“They already know we’re completely obsessed with each other, thanks to tonight. So if we soak this place with our come and don’t bother to hide it, the palace staff will spread the word about just how close we are. And when you factor in your dance from tonight… Well, that’s an instant diplomatic statement. It’s killing two birds with one stone.”
Wh-what?! Don’t say that with a cute little tilt of your head, like you’re suggesting something perfectly reasonable! There’s no way I’m on board with this insane plan!
He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, and I almost nodded reflexively. Almost! But what I’m trying to say is, I don’t want to leave behind a sopping, sticky mess! There’s no way I’m gonna let that happen!
“No!”
“Why not?”
Why not?! How can you even ask a question like that?!
“W-we already showed everyone how close we are on our date! If people gossip about us over this, I’ll never talk to you again!”
If there’s ever a time to use my secret weapon, this is it!
So I threw it out there, and finally, Lucas frowned. I clenched my fists for good measure. All right, here he comes! My sweet, gentle Lucas!
“Well, that would be a problem.”
“Then don’t do it!”
“I wouldn’t want that either…so here.”
Exactly! Doing something like that in a place like this would be—wait. Did he just say he doesn’t want that, either?
Even though that should’ve marked my victory, I was so surprised he said that I couldn’t think straight. Just then, something soft landed in my hands. It was Lucas’s shirt, the one he had been wearing until just a few moments ago. I glanced back and forth between his face and the shirt.
“Um, what?”
It looked amazing on him, so it was a waste… But seeing his jewelry glinting on his bare skin was quite appetizing, too… Wait, wait! He said he wouldn’t want that, but then he lent me his shirt… Why?
The arm he had around my waist didn’t loosen up. I couldn’t even put the shirt on, and while I stared at him and gave him a confused look, he just gave me a kiss like nothing was wrong. The dreamy expression on his face suddenly twisted into a wicked, teasing grin.
“You even look sexy when you’re confused. The problem is that you don’t want to make a mess on the floor, right?”
“W-well, yes, but…?”
Obviously, that’s not the whole reason, right? I mean, it’s not like I can control it, so no matter what I do, I’d make a mess because of what you are doing to me!
That made me so irrationally angry, I forgot the situation and glared at him.
That was when Lucas smiled like he was the happiest person in the world, and I grew even more mortified.
“If you’re too embarrassed to make a mess on the floor. You can make a mess on my shirt instead.”
“Your shirt…” It took a ridiculous amount of time for my brain to process what he’d just said.
And as my mind struggled, the head of his slick, hard penis, which was already wet with my honey, pressed against my slackened lips and slid in with zero resistance. And my naughty, sensitive body let go and came soft and slow.
“Instead of the floor, nngh…”
“Mm, you’re clenching so hard on me. I just barely touched your opening, too. One shirt might not be enough…”
I heard a tiny, almost inaudible squelch, and then a soft drip on the floor. I heard myself moaning, and only then did I finally realize what he’d just said. I thought I would burst into tears all over again.
“N-no, nooo! Lukie, don’t put it in again! I don’t want to get your shirt dirty! It’s so embarrassing! I really, really don’t want to!”
I squirmed and struggled, but he pinned me effortlessly against the pillar, lifting me a bit higher against it to get a better angle, my toes now barely pressing against the floor.
He growled like a beast as he thrust inside, the thickest part of him forcing its way in my pussy, spreading me open with its searing girth, even as my walls instinctively clenched against him.
“You’re not getting away. You’re the one who made me like this, Cecilia.”
“Eek! I-it’s so big! N-no, I’m scared!”
The heft and pressure were totally different from his fingers, and they sent a shiver straight up my spine. I shook my head in protest, but my body responded unabashedly, clamping down on him tightly.
I felt him twitch inside me, so he must’ve felt it too. He braced one hand against the pillar and groaned.
“Damn it… You’re soaking wet and still squeezing me so tight… I’m gonna lose it. You’ve been way too sensitive lately. I can’t take it. You’re coming even when I’m forcing my cock inside you… You’re so sexy, Cece…”
“Nngh, ahh!”
His tone was rough and filthy, like I’d never heard from him before. And the way he thrust to the hilt without holding back wracked me with little shuddering orgasms that wouldn’t stop.
I wanted to tell him it was too much, that this was cruel, but I kept clutching onto his arms that were wrapped around me so tightly.
I knew that deep down, the reason he held me so tight, like he didn’t dare release me, was because he feared I’d hate him if he stopped.
And the worst part was I understood it. And I loved it. This Lucas was the one I wanted. Just the slightest push from him and I’d fall so hard it’d break me. It was scary, so I desperately tried to play it off, not realizing it would only make him more serious.
I never considered how seeing him this earnest would fill my heart to bursting.
“Haah… I-I haven’t come yet!” I said.
“Hah. Are you taunting me? I love that proud, stubborn part of you, Cece. That’s why even if you fight me, even if you cry and beg, I’m gonna devour all of you, and lap up every last tear. All of you belongs to me. Even if you’re clinging to me and totally wrecked, I’m never letting go!”