Page 71 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
It doesn’t take me long before I realize this isn’t one building, it’s multiple buildings connected by corridors and stairs, built at least a hundred years before I was born. My best guess? We’re somewhere in the French Quarter, and when we walk through an open courtyard, I can hear the sound of revelry not far away.
Which means the building or buildings are most likely soundproof. Good to know. I also spy a wrought-iron gate at the back of the courtyard and catch a glimpse of taillights as a car drives by on either a street or alley.
“I won’t fuck you tonight, unless you think your ass is ready after spending the morning wearing that plug.”
The thought of the car and gate vanishes from my head as I jerk my gaze up to Mount’s.
“Uh, that would be a hard no, chief.”
A rough chuckle leaves his lips as he leads me into another
building, and I’m guessing this one is where my suite is housed. We climb two more sets of stairs before we reach the internal set of rooms.
Mount opens the door and gestures for me to enter before following me inside. “Then we better step up your training. Use the facilities if you need them, then I want you bent over the end of the bed, naked and waiting.”
“What?” I sound shocked because tonight has already been overwhelming enough.
“How else am I gonna stretch your ass to fit my cock if you don’t take a thicker plug?”
“It’s only been one day! This is a process. It should take weeks.”
He reaches down and grasps the thick shaft pressing against his suit pants. “You’ve got three days, and I’m being generous. Now, go.”
His tone, softer than what it was in the room with Delilah present, still invites no argument. And here I thought something had changed. Apparently, I was wrong.
I take care of my business in the bathroom, sucking in a breath as my new jewelry connects with my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Oh, good God. Maybe that spontaneous orgasms thing is true? I could be okay with that.
I walk out of the bathroom to find Mount standing with another box in one hand and lube in the other.
“The longer you wait, the less you’re going to enjoy this.”
I bite my lip because I’m already turned on because of the new piercing, but also what came before. I bend over the end of the bed, for the first time realizing it’s the perfect height for him to fuck me like this.
I wonder if that’s intentional?
“Good girl. Lift your skirt and show me that ripe peach of an ass.”
His dirty words are my undoing every time.
I comply, because I can’t not. It doesn’t make sense, but that’s how I feel as I squirm on the bed, bumping the new jewelry, sending jolts of pleasure zinging out from my clit through the rest of me.
“Fuck, I don’t know what turns me on more. When you fight me or when you obey.” His palm strokes my ass almost reverently. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, I won’t. But I’m sure as hell not waiting a week for that pussy.” A cold drizzle of lube hits my crack, and Mount spreads it around my hole.
Now that I know what’s coming, I try not to tense. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy this earlier today, even when I wanted to hate it.
As he rims the pucker with lube, he presses against it with a finger until it gives way with less resistance. “No longer completely virgin territory, but it won’t be official until my cock is buried inside this tight hole.” His lubed finger slides inside to the second knuckle, and I fight the urge to press back against it. “After this plug, you’ll take two fingers and I’ll stretch you more. Eventually I’m going to fit, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
I believe him, and that scares me more than any butt plug ever could.
He removes his finger and lubes up the plug, pressing the tip against me. “Press your pussy against the bed and then push out as I slide it in. This one’s thicker, but still not as big as my cock.”
I do as he says, the pressure on my new jewelry unleashing a torrent of sparks from my clit as he presses the plug inside, fucking me slowly with it.
“My little hellion is finally acting like a good girl. Finally taking what I give you. Letting me fuck your ass. Piercing your clit. Bending you over my lap.”
His words throw me over the edge into orgasm with a wail. My own cries almost drown out his words, but I still catch them.
