Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I want you on your knees, Belle,” he says, bringing his hand down on my ass cheek again. The slap brings tears to my eyes, but only for a moment before I rise to my hands and knees and his fingers find their way between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet again. You love being spanked, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I barely choke out the word, but not because I’m in pain. It’s because I’m so aroused. And the thought of having his cock in my ass again, of giving myself to him in every way including that one, only makes it more intense.

“Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, his fingers stroking my pussy lips but not entering me, only teasing me.

“I trust you,” I whisper.

“Good,” he says, standing up and walking away. “I want you to touch yourself while you wait for me.”

I mutely obey, touching myself as I look over my shoulder to watch him open the box of sex toys he’d brought. He turns around with the gold dildo in his hands. “Have you used this on yourself yet, luv?”

Arousal rushes through me at the sight of it. “No,” I answer honestly.

“Did you think about it?”

“Yes.” I thought about using it. I thought about pressing it against my entrance, thrusting it inside while picturing Albie’s cock inside me.

That was before I’d had the real thing.

“I want your ass, Belle,” he says, walking toward me. “Do you trust me completely?”

“Yes.” The word comes out breathy as my fingers move more quickly over my clit.

He presses the tip of the dildo against my pussy. “Do you know what’s special about this being gold, Belle?” he asks, as the head of the cock enters me.

“No,” I moan. The initial shock of the cool metal against my skin gives way as he enters me, heat rushing through me.

“Metal conducts heat,” he whispers, thrusting it inside me. He’s right. It warms almost immediately, the sensation different from anything I’ve ever felt before. "It vibrates, you know."

“Oh my God,” I gasp, as he turns it on.

“But you’re not going to come, luv,” he says. “You’re not going to come from that. Not until I say you can, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Not until I’m inside you completely,” he says, unwrapping a condom. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Reach between your legs, luv,” he says, and I replace my hand with his, holding the dildo in place. “I’m going to leave the piercing in.”

“Oh fuck.” I don’t realize I’ve spoken the words aloud until I hear Albie chuckle, the sound low in his throat.

“Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, as he applies a healthy amount of lube to his cock. Behind me, he caresses my ass, and my heart races in anticipation of what he’s going to do.

“I trust you.” My breath hitches in my throat. We’ve done this before, but not with his piercing, and not like this – on my hands and knees, giving him even more control, the ability to fuck me as deep and as hard as he wants.

“Good,” he says. The tip of his cock presses against my ass. I can still feel the piercing through the condom as he begins to enter me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Bend down, Belle. Keep fucking yourself, and raise your ass in the air for me.”

The way he talks is so filthy.

The things he does to me are so dirty.

My fingers pressing the dildo into my pussy, I lower myself to the bed. My face presses against the sheets, my ass in the air. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt, the most naked. The most exposed.

He talks to me as he enters me, his hands caressing the flesh of my ass as he works his cock gently inside me. I wince at the flash of pain that runs through me. The burning sensation that gives way almost immediately to pleasure.

“Do you like this, Belle?” he asks. “Do you like giving yourself totally to me?”

“Oh fuck,” I moan as he settles fully inside me, holding my hips tightly against him. I can feel his heavy balls pressed against me, and he’s pressed against me so hard that it holds the dildo in place, pushing it deep inside me.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice gravely. “You’re mine, Belle. All of you belongs to me, my love.”

I stroke my clit as he begins to move inside me, slowly and gently, taking his time with my ass, his hands gripping my waist as he holds me against him. The dildo slides in and out of me with every thrust of his into my ass, building up a steady rhythm as I adjust to him.

It seems like he fucks me forever. I whimper, asking him if I can come, barely able to hang onto my sanity as he takes me in every way.

“I’ll tell you when you can come, luv,” he whispers. “Not yet.”

Not yet.