Ruthless King

“Please, please, please.” Her head dropped forward.

He started drawing his hand away from her pussy and her control snapped. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Jilly dropped her hand over his, pushing it against her pussy.

Regent tensed.

“Uh-oh,” she said as she realized what she’d done.

But she swore that he’d pushed her to it!

“Looks like someone doesn’t get to come,” he told her.

“No, no, no, please! Please let me come, I won’t move again.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby. Rules are rules.”

Yeah, he didn’t sound too unhappy about the fact that she’d broken the rules.

“But you make the rules,” she cried as he slid free of her pussy.

“So I do,” he said. “Which means I could let you come. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to change the rules once they’re made. Creates anarchy.”

He was killing her.

So mean.

“Turn around and get on your knees. Are you warm enough?”

She turned, slipping onto her knees.

“Jilly? I asked you a question. Are you warm?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Wait there.”

He stepped out of the shower and came back with a folded towel, placing it on the tiled shower floor in front of her. “Kneel on that.”

“It will get all wet!”

He just raised an eyebrow as he stared down at her. The king waiting for her obedience.

Well, she hadn’t been all that obedient, had she? And look where that had gotten her.

Shoot. She couldn’t even follow simple instructions. She was a mess.

“Hey, look at me.” He reached down and cupped her chin, tilting her head back. “I am not upset with you.”

He wasn’t?

There was an unexpected softness in his face as he stared down at her.

“My beautiful, gorgeous girl. Do you know how amazing you look on your knees in front of me?”

That tight knot in her stomach eased.

“I don’t expect perfection, baby. All I expect is for you to try.”