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Your eyes lazily fluttered open as hazy, gentle sunlight shone through the windows of the imperial bedchamber and filled the room with a golden glow. Groggy, you started to stretch you limbs, unusually sore from last night's ball, a yawn falling from your lips. You turned, rolling on the side, and briefly caught a glimpse of upturned sheets and a depression in the pillow next to yours before letting your eyes drift shut.
Wait.
Your eyes snapped back open, the events of the last night coming back to you in an instant.
You had slept with Zayne. He'd fucked you. Good. Hard. And you told him you loved him, and he said he did, too.
Holy shit.
You sat up, lower back twinging in protest, as you searched the room for any sign of Zayne. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Pushing off the sheets and swinging your legs over, you slipped out of bed, stark naked, to run through your quarters. Nothing. No trace.
Had he been unhappy with how last night went? Was he regetting it?
With a sigh, you plopped back down on the bed, and in the corner of your eye you noticed something slip off the pillow. Turning your head, you noticed a small, folded piece of paper, the kind you kept on your bedside table in case you needed to jot something down so you wouldn't forget something. You snatched it up, unfolding it and scanning the contents.
My love,
It pains me that I have to leave your arms while you are still asleep, but I do not think it wise for me to stay and rish the two of us being found together in your bed. I wish I could wake you up with kisses and tell you again how much I love you.
I have several meetings today, but I will make sure to leave my door unlocked for you tonight. I have things I'd like to discuss.
Yours,
Zayne
Yours. My love.
Flopping onto your back, you reached for the nearest pillow to squeal into, kicking your legs up in the air. He wanted to see you again! Tonight! This had to be the best day of your life.
Of course, because the universe hated you, a knock sounded at the door.
"Good morning, Your Majesty. May I come in?"
Your lady-in-waiting stood right behind the door, and you realized, with a start, that you were completely naked and that your clothes from last night had been strewn all over the floor near your bed.
"Wait!" You jumped off the bed, in search of the nearest nightgown. "I—uh, hold on, give me a second—"
"Take all the time you need," the woman said kindly, unaware of your panic.
You managed to pull a nightgown over your head before dumping all of your clothes onto a chair and climbing back into bed, scrambling to make everything look normal and not like you'd had 4 of the best orgasms of your life back-to-back.
"Come in," you called when you felt satisfied, voice a little higher than normal.
Your lady-in-waiting entered, carrying a tray of food with steam emanating from the plates.
"Did you sleep well?"
You nodded, taking the tray and setting it in your lap.
"I'm glad. I must say, I'm surprised that you never returned to the ball after the Grand General pulled you away. Everyone was expecting you."
I was a little busy, your mind supplied, but you didn't dare say it out loud.
"The General was a little…frustrated, I guess you could say, so it took a minute for him to cool off, and by then I was so tired I just felt like getting in bed," you explained, hoping that it would be enough.
Luckily, this seemed believable enough, because she simply nodded and went to take care of your dress, telling you about the rest of the night's events as she went. Apparently the Santarch had almost gotten into a fight with one of the other guests and needed to be physically restrained by his attendants. (You were a little bit sad you missed that.)
The rest of the day passed by in an excited but nervous blur. Given that half the Empire was probably exhaused from the ball, you had very little work to do, and so you spent most of the day thinking about Zayne.
Frankly, you were over the moon that he reciprocated his feelings. You had really started to think that everything you noticed had been a fluke, and that your crush would be something you'd have to suffer in silence over. After all, it would have been completely reasonable for him to completely reject you—he was older than you, after all, and your past relationship couldn't just be ignored. He used to be your guardian, for fuck's sake! You thanked every lucky star in the galaxy that you had, somehow, won his affection and that he didn't have some sort of weird fetish for fucking your lookalikes.
And…the sex was good. Like, really good. Better than you could have ever dreamt good. You had fantasized about having sex with him, of course, but you hadn't ever thought he would be so dominant, so willing to take charge and almost have his way with you. It was thrilling, and, in an odd way, comforting. You hadn't needed to do anything but do what he told you and take what he gave you, a stark contrast to your day-to-day life where it felt like everything under the sun needed your opinion or your approval.
At the same time, though, your anxiety was popping up again. What was it he wanted to talk about? Did he not want to sleep with you again? Had it been bad for him? You trusted him to be honest about his thoughts, but it was what he was thinking that was making you spiral.
You waited until almost midnight to sneak out of your room, pulling on your cutest nightgown and strategically wrapping a blanket around yourself so that your face was mostly obscured. The walk to his chambers took you through almost half the palace, and you cursed whoever it was who put the military wing so far away from you. Maybe you should arrange for Zayne to take up residence in the imperial consort's chambers instead. It would probably say a little too much about the nature of your relationship, but at least you wouldn't have to walk so far to get to him.
Standing at the door, you lifted a fist to softly knock at the door.
Within seconds, the door opened, and Zayne peeked out, gaze immediately softening when he laid eyes on you. "Come in," he said quietly, smile leaking into his voice.
You stepped inside, and he shut the door behind you and locked it before holding out his arms. You near slammed into him with how quickly you rushed to hug him, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as you nuzzled your face into his chest.
"Good evening." His voice was fond, a chuckle leaking into the sound.
"Hi," you replied, voice muffled. You looked up at him, and he dipped his head down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, hand slipping to the nape of your neck.
"Did you have a good day?"
"I did, did you?"
"Yes. Come, sit." You reluctantly detangled yourself from him so that he could lead you to the couch in his room, the two of you sitting down on the plush material. Both of you sat in silence for a moment, and you took the time to admire the fact that Zayne had only buttoned half his shirt, leaving you with a very nice view of his chest.
"As much as it pains me to say it," he began, "we should keep our relationship a secret. I think we'd have half the court in an uproar if they knew."
You nodded, a pang of sadness hitting your heart.
"That being said, I see no issue with little…..clandestine meetings, here and there. I know of many secret spots through the palace where people rarely pass by—" he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear— "as I'm sure you do. What do you think, Empress?"
"Sounds wonderful," you purred, leaning closer to him.
"I'll set up our own private comms channel, too, so that no one will know we're communicating in secret. Sounds good?"
"Yes."
"Now, about last night." He cleared his throat, and you felt anxious for a moment, scared of what he may say.
"I wanted you to know that there is no risk of you getting any sexually-transmitted illnesses from our time together last night, or any time in the future. I used protection with all of my previous partners and my last health screening came back clean." He let out a soft chuckle. "And, well, now that I have you, I'm not interested in anyone else."
You blinked at him silently, having not expected him to go in that direction.
"Furthermore, I'm on birth control. There is, of course, still a small chance of pregnancy, but we will cross that bridge if we get to it. That being said, if you would rather me wear protection in the future, I will—"
"So you liked it?" you blurted out, more focused on the fact that he was mentioning having sex again in the future over anything else.
His eyes widened, caught-off guard by the question, before he smiled. "Yes. Very much so."
Your cheeks burned once you realized you'd interrupted him. "Ah. I, um. Me too."
"Was I too much?" he asked gently. "I know not everyone gets spanked during their first time."
"No! No, no no." You frantically shook your head. "I, well—I thought you could have gone further, actually."
"Oh?" He lifted an eyebrow.
You twisted your hands in your lap, not sure how to put your feelings into words. "This is really weird, but, um, I liked how you sort of moved me around however you wanted me? It was kind of relaxing, not having to make decisions and letting you do everything, I guess? It made feel safe, I think. I don't know."
"It's not weird." He reached out to cup the side of your face, and you leaned into the touch, his thumb moving to stroke your cheek. "So, you like it when I take control?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I'll keep that in mind for the future, then." His gaze slid down your body, taking you in. "What a pretty nightgown."
"Would you like to take it off?"
His eyes darkened as he met your gaze. "Would you like me to?"
In response, you moved to straddle him, pressing your core right against his. You could feel him, half-hard, underneath you.
His hands slipped under the fabric of your nightgown, sliding them up your thighs and moving to squeeze your ass. "I'm going to take that as a yes," he murmured, and then his lips were on yours. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth as your hands went to fiddle with his shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it off his shoulders. Your hips ground down against his, and he grunted, pulling away.
"I want to explore every inch of you and learn exactly what brings you pleasure," Zayne said, moving his hands to grip your hips as he thrust up into you. You let a soft moan fall from your lips at the pressure against your sex. "May I?"
"Oh, fuck, please," you panted as he forced your hips to move against him. "I want you so bad, Zayne."
He slipped an arm under you before standing, carrying you to bed before setting you down and pulling your nightgown over your head. You leaned back on your hands, bending and spreading your legs and giving him a full view of your body as he stripped himself down. Once he was fully naked, he crawled towards you, hovering over you as he leaned down to kiss you again.
One hand slid down your side as you sighed into the kiss, and when he pulled away, his gaze was full of heat.
"Take me, Zayne," you purred, stroking your hands down his chest.
His head dipped down to your neck, and he started pressing wet kisses in a line down your skin. One hand lifted to tangle in his hair as he traveled downwards, moving to your collarbone.
"Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch?" His voice was rough with want as his hand gripped your hip.
"Touch anywhere you want."
He shuddered, his hand moving to grip your breast as his mouth continued its path down your body.
"You have such beautiful tits," he breathed, breath fanning out over your other breast before he dropped his head down and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You let out a gasp, arching your back into him as he swirled his tongue around it. His other hand softly kneaded your flesh before stroking your other nipple. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," you whined, pulling softly on his hair.
"Good." He moved his mouth to your other breast, laving your nipple with attention. Pleasure shot straight between your legs as you fisted at the sheets with your free hand, breathing heavily. Part of you wanted to slip your hand between your legs and start touching yourself; the ache was getting worse by the second.
As if he read your mind, one hand slipped down between your thighs to cup your sex, and your hips twitched at the contact.
"So wet for me already," he whispered, mouth detaching from your nipple with a pop. "I must be doing something right."
Two of his fingers spread your flesh while a third rubbed against your entrance, and you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to maneuver your hips so that it would slip inside.
"Patience, my love." You could hear the smile in his voice. "How does this feel?"
"Good—ohh," you sighed as his finger began to slip inside. He thrust it in and out shallowly, and you let out a frustrated whine.
"You like it deeper?"
"Yes—please—"
The digit sank in all the way, and you cried out at the sensation. His fingertip curled upwards, pressing gently into your g-spot.
"Does it feel good here?"
"Mmhmm—"
He started to languidly thrust his finger in and out, making sure to put pressure on that spot, and you panted, pleasure starting to build. A second finger slipped in alongside the first, and he quickened the pace as you started to squirm.
"Too much?"
"So good!"
Zayne hummed, clearly pleased with his handiwork. The fingers slipped out of you, and you whined at the loss, before gasping when they pressed against your clit. He drew slow, small circles on the nub, and you lifted your hips to press further into his hand.
"Which is better: having your clit played with, or being stimulated from the inside?"
"They're—ahh—both good," you breathed, pleasure drawing tighter in your belly.
"Both?" he asked softly. "Should I do both at the same time, then?"
His fingers slipped back inside you as he sat on his heels, bringing his other hand between your legs. The hand inside you set a brutal, almost punishing pace, hitting your G-spot hard with every thrust, while the other hand rubbed your clit in a brisk back-and-forth motion. You let out a loud moan, hips rising to try and meet his movements. It felt so good that you felt like you were losing control of your body.
"I'm so close—"
"Go ahead and come for me, then."
With one final thrust, the pleasure inside you broke free, racing through you as you whined and gasped. Zayne kept moving his hands until you relaxed against the mattress, boneless. When you came back down, he was stroking your hips, touch gentle and almost reverent.
"I didn't expect you to torture me," you panted.
"Judging by your reactions, I would say it looked like a very enjoyable way to be tortured."
You reached up and flicked his forehead, and he laughed, the sound rich and warm. A fond, bubbly feeling welled up inside you, and you smiled at him.
"Do you want to continue, or was that too much?" he asked gently. "If you're done, we can cuddle until we fall asleep."
You had to think for a moment—you did feel a little winded, but you were sure you could manage another round or two before fully collapsing. "Let's keep going."
In response, he bent down to press a kiss against your belly, shuffling backwards on the bed as his lips painted a trail down, moving towards your pussy. You let your legs relax against the bed as he slipped between them, breath fanning out over the soaked, sensitive skin of your core.
The first lick was gentle, slow, careful not to overstimulate you so soon after your orgasm. He gathered your slick on his tongue, moaning at the taste, and the vibration sent a soft wave of pleasure through you. One of your hands moved from the sheets to tangle in his hair as you lifted your head to watch him.
"Delicious," he murmured, before letting his tongue shallowly dip inside your entrance, swirling slowly before licking a broad stripe upwards. The tip of his tongue gently flicked your clit, and you shivered at the contact. His hands gently pressed down on your lower belly, keeping you still, while he sealed his mouth over your clit.
"Mmmm….feels good, Zayne…"
He softly pat your stomach in acknowledgement, letting his tongue carress your clit as you tried to move your hips. It seemed like your orgasm was coming faster this time; the white-hot pleasure was building more rapidly, pooling in your gut. You could feel one hand leave your belly before two fingers slipped back inside you, gently curling upward to rub against your G-spot. Head falling back onto the pillow, you let the pleasure run its course as you inched further towards the edge, soft moans falling from your lips.
"Good girl," he breathed, lifting his head for a moment. "Just stay like this and let me take care of you."
He sucked your clit into his mouth with a slurp, and you tensed, feeling like your orgasm could crest again any second.
"Zayne—"
"Keep calling my name, darling."
You came with his name on your lips, pleasure washing over you like a wave.
Zayne had crawled back up to face you when you came back to your senses, cradling you in his arms.
"Can you handle one more?" His eyes searched your face for an answer.
"I think so," you replied, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He nuzzled into your touch, smiling. "You deserve to feel good, too."
With that, you let one hand trail down his body before wrapping your fingers around his cock. It was deliciously warm to the touch, the skin soft, and you started to gently stroke it, smiling as his breath hitched.
"Don't get too distracted, Empress." Even as he said this, one hand moved to wrap around yours, squeezing your hand tighter around him and increasing the pace.
"I think you're the one getting distracted, General," you teased as he started to rut into your hand. Despite his grip, you managed to move your hand so that you could tease the head with your palm.
"That's—ungh—enough," he groaned, repositioning your hands so that the fat tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. Understanding what he wanted you to do, you guided him as he slipped inside, both of you moaning at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're tight." You squeezed around him like a vice as he stretched you out.
Feeling a sting, you hissed, but it quickly dissolved into pleasure as he set a lazy pace, the hand at his cock moving to lift your chin so he could press your lips together. The kiss was sloppy, spit dribbling down your cheek, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not with Zayne's cock working inside of you.
"You're so big," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and lifting your legs to encircle his hips. "I love it…"
He groaned again, speeding up the rythym of his hips. "It's all for you, my love—ahh—"
"Harder, please, Zayne!"
Zayne pounded into you with more force, angling his hips so he could brush against your G-spot, and you cried out in pleasure, feeling close to orgasm already. Your hands moved to rake your nails down his back, decorating his skin with red streaks. "Yes, just like that! So go—ohhh, fuck—"
"So perfect for me," he panted, fucking into you faster. Pleasure started to tighten in your belly, the coil about to snap. "Does my pretty, perfect girl want my cum?"
"Yes!"
"I'll give it to you, then—fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, you want it that badly? Come, then, you need to earn it."
His words, followed by a strong thrust, broke the coil inside you, and you tensed as intense pleasure raced through you. A moment later, he followed, letting out a loud, low groan as you felt warmth spill into you.
The two of you were frozen in that position for a while, panting, before Zayne let his forehead knock against yours. Surprised, you let out a laugh, and he followed by letting all of his weight down onto you. You wheezed, and it was his turn to laugh, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you both.
"Are you satisfied?" he asked warmly, looking up at you with a smile.
"Mmm, I think so…" You swept his hair out of his face before dipping down to kiss him.
A couple weeks went by, and you and Zayne continued to meet in secret, stealing moments here and there during the day and sneaking into each other's rooms at night. The two of you had gotten so good at staying hidden that you sometimes had to search for him in your meeting spots. You had never felt so happy in your life—everything felt perfect.
Well, maybe not everything.
The thing was, your sex was a little…vanilla. It wasn't bad by any means—you never got away without at least two orgasms, usually more, and each time left you with a satisfaction that went bone-deep. The two of you had been experimenting a little, too, trying out new positions, testing out new locations, and he'd even let you watch him masturbate once when you were on your period and too tired to move. You'd even talked about getting some toys to spice things up a little bit.
Despite all this, you couldn't help but let your mind wander back to your first time. You had been extremely turned on by the way he maneuvered you around as he saw fit and told you to obey him. Relinquishing control like that hadn't been something you'd considered before him, but fuck, was it hot. You may or may not have gotten yourself off to the thought a few times.
When you said he could have gone further, you meant it. You wanted him to tell you what to do and punish you if you didn't do it. You wanted to call him Master again. And, most of all, you wanted him to call you his good girl and reward you if you obeyed.
Unfortunately for you, Zayne had been gone from the palace for the last couple of days; he had been urgently summoned back to Fortress No. 1 for a security breach that had happened there. You were going to try to talk to him about your fantasies the day he left, but you barely even got a chance to say goodbye to him. Even more unfortunate for you, you were ovulating and couldn't go more than an hour without thinking about how your lover should be absolutely pounding you into the mattress that very second. Life was so unfair!
You stormed into your bedroom, throwing your clothes off until you were just in your underwear. Two days without any orgasms was driving you insane. You really should have taken care of yourself last night, maybe even call Zayne and have him talk you through it via your new private comms channel, but of course two of the councilors decided to bring charges against a third right after your dinner, and getting the matter sorted out was so tedious and tiring that you fell asleep the moment you got in bed.
With a huff, you climbed onto bed, neglecting getting under the covers in favor of immediately getting comfortable and letting your hand slip between you legs. You briefly considered calling Zayne again, just to hear his voice, but you were too horny to stop for even a second, fingertips beginning to gently massage your clit over the fabric of your panties.
You let out a sigh as your mind wandered, thinking about your first time again as your eyes fluttered shut. Angry Zayne had really been attractive—would it be possible to get him to talk to you sternly again? You knew you could try to rile him up again, but your recent attempts usually resulted in him chuckling at you instead of chastizing you. Your fingers continued to work, rubbing faster against the covered flesh, as you imagined him bending you over his desk and fucking you harshly from behind while he told you how bad you'd been while he was away.
You heard him call your name, but you paid it no mind, thinking it was just part of your fantasy. Continuing to pleasure yourself, you didn't open your eyes until you heard your name again, louder this time. You opened you eyes and froze.
Zayne was standing at the foot of your bed, still in his general uniform, the key to the secret door to your room you'd given him dangling from his fingertips. You'd forgotten you'd given him that.
"Zayne!" you gasped, snapping your legs shut and sitting up. "When did you get back?"
"Just now." His gaze was trained on your legs. "I presume I was interrupting something?"
You started to pull your hand out from between your legs. "Oh—um, I'm sorry, I can—"
He was at your side in a moment, holding your arm still. "No."
You blinked at him.
"Continue. I want to watch."
It took you a second to process what he said. "What?"
"I want you to show me how you masturbate. Can you do that for me?"
You searched his eyes for any sign that he was joking, but he looked entirely earnest.
"Um, alright."
He took a seat on the side of your bed, pulling his gloves off and letting his boots slide off. "Make yourself comfortable."
You relaxed into the pillows, letting your legs fall to each side as you gently pressed down on your sex. He motioned for you to continue, and you started to rub circles against your clit, the fabric growing wetter. It felt different being watched; it was more arousing, somehow, having Zayne nearby, him paying rapt attention to you as you pleasured yourself.
Eventually, you slipped your hand underneath your panties, sliding your fingers gently through the wetness gathered at your entrance. You sighed at the contact, your hips softly rolling into your hand.
"Take them off." Zayne's tone carried a note of authority, and you shuddered involuntarily, suddenly even more turned on.
"Yes, Master," you breathed, hands going to your hips to pull the fabric down your legs. You kicked them off once they reached your ankles, drawing your legs open once more.
"Spread yourself. Show Master how wet you are."
With a moan, you complied, hand slipping back between your legs so you could use two fingers to spread your folds apart.
"Good girl. Continue."
You started to rub against your entrance with a third finger, keeping yourself spread open for his viewing pleasure, as you watched him grab your panties. He lifted them to his face, and you saw his tongue loll out of his mouth to taste the wet fabric before you snapped them shut. Moving your hand, you dipped two fingers inside yourself, finding your g-spot and starting to press into it, rubbing back and forth, pleasure starting to build.
"What do you think about when you do this?" you heard Zayne ask, with a slight breathiness to his voice.
"You, Master," you breathed, rocking your hips.
"What do I do in your fantasies?"
"You, mmmm, order me to obey you, and punish me if I don't, ahhh—"
"I see."
Your wrist was starting to feel sore, so you slipped your fingers out and dragged them upwards, letting your fingertips press against your clit. The pleasure you felt intensified, and you started to writhe a little as you rubbed at the sensitive flesh, but you felt….empty, without your fingers stretching you out.
"Master," you gasped.
He hummed, and you could hear the faint clink of a clasp being undone.
"I want your cock, Master! Please, please, pl—"
"No." His voice was stern. "Not until you come."
"But I want it now," you whined, stopping your movements and opening your eyes so you could pout at him.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
Your hand stayed completely still.
"You're asking for a punishment with that kind of behavior."
The memory of your last punishment flooded your mind, and you, emboldened, slowy and deliberately lifted your hand away from your clit, smirking as you raised it up for him to see and waved, slick shining in the light.
You saw his eyes narrow before his hand wrapped around your ankle and you were dragged down the bed.
"Hands and knees. Now."
With a shock of glee, you complied, shaking your hips a little once you were in position. You were rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass, and you yelped, pussy clenching at the sting.
"Now, bad girls don't deserve their Master's cock, do they?" Another smack. "But your Master is a kind man." A third smack, this one so strong that it sent you forward. "If you obey him this time, he'll let you have what you asked for."
You heard a rustle of fabric before something hard and cool pressed against your entrance.
"Stay still."
Whatever it was started to press into your entrance, and you hissed at the stretch, resisting the urge to lock up. Casting a glance between your legs, your eyes widened.
He was pushing the hilt of his sword into you.
A new, strong pulse of arousal shot through you. You'd fantasized about that sword ever since he'd spanked you with it, but this? This was a new level of exciting.
The smooth metal continued to press into you, stretching you out until the end hit your cervix and you gasped.
"If you can make yourself come with this, I'll let you have my cock. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," you moaned, already pulling yourself forward so you could begin.
You set a steady pace, hips pushing back as he held the sword steady. The very tip of the metal was flared in some way, and you quickly discovered that if you angled your hips in a certain way, it would press right into your G-spot.
"Good girl," Zayne said in an approving tone. "Keep fucking yourself on Master's sword."
"Mmmm—yes, Master!"
The angle of your hips, combined with how aroused you were, sent you careening towards orgasm in record time, panting and clutching at the sheets. You fell forward, arms giving out, as he slid the sword out of you, leaving you wide open.
"Much better."
You turned your face to him, eyes pleading. "Master—cock, please—"
He raised an eyebrow at you, and you pouted back in response. Letting out a sigh, he put the sword down.
"You'll have to take it for yourself if you want it to bad." With that, he turned and laid back on the mattress, shimmying around to make himself comfortable.
You raised yourself so that you could sit on your heels. "What?"
"I said I would let you have what you wanted, not that I would give it to you, darling." He motioned towards his torso, still clothed. "Come undress your Master."
You felt a little surge of anger that he was still making you work for it, but arousal quickly took over once you saw the tent in his pants, and you shuffled over to him so that you could undo his uniform coat.
"No." He patted his hip. "Sit."
Almost immediately, you straddled him, clothed cock resting right against your cunt. His hands went to squeeze your thighs as you pulled his shirt apart, revealing his toned chest.
"I like it when you sit on my cock," he murmured as you tried to figure out how to undo his pants while still sitting. "My good, gorgeous girl."
You gave up on sitting and lifted your hips, his cock springing out as you pulled the fabric down, red and leaking.
"What should I do now, Master?" you purred, batting your eyes at him. "Get on my knees? Lay back?"
"Ride me." One hand left your thigh to position itself at the base of his cock, pointing it right towards your pussy.
You blinked at him, surprised. This was the first time he'd been interested in having you on top—he was usually more interested in pounding you into the mattress than anything else.
"Go on, Empress," he coaxed, other hand sliding up to your hip. "Take a seat on your throne."
Your hips were dropping before you knew it, his tip sinking inside of you as you breathed out a moan. You heard him let out a labored breath as you let gravity pull you down, inch after inch being fed into you as you tightened and squeezed around him. When your hips pressed against his, you let out another moan, one hand moving to press against your belly.
You knew Zayne was big, but…there was a gentle yet firm pressure at your cervix, sending little sparks of pleasure fluttering through your belly. To make things even better, your clit pressed up against his lower stomach, and you could easily grind yourself against his skin if you felt like it.
Oh, you liked this position.
"It's so deep…" you breathed, pressing down and shuddering as the pressure on your cervix increased. Mindlessly, you started to roll your hips, one hand placing itself against his chest to prop yourself as you moved. "Fuck…"
"Good girl. Keep moving." Zayne's voice, gentle but domineering, reached your ears, and you sighed, the dual stimulation blocking out almost everything else. The pleasure in your belly started to grow as you ground down against him, and you could feel him squeeze your hips.
Driven by some instinct, you lifted your hips and pushed them back down, whimpering as his tip pressed right into your A-spot. You started to bounce lazily, grinding down on the downstroke so you could feel that delicious pressure on your clit. The hand not holding you up went to one of your tits, squeezing the plump flesh and teasing your nipple.
You heard a frustrated grunt under you, and before you knew it, your hips were being lifted up before Zayne's hands slammed you back down onto his cock, forcing a loud moan out of you at the shock of pleasure that coursed through you. He started to thrust up into you, planting his feet on the bed, as his hands continued to bounce you on his cock.
"Zayne—oh, fuck—"
The knot of pleasure in your belly was getting tighter almost unbearably quickly, and you clawed for purchase on his chest, tits bouncing with each thrust. His pace was brutal, and you felt so dizzy with pleasure that you could barely think.
"Come for me."
As if following his command, your orgasm overtook you, pleasure shooting through you as you writhed in his hold.
At some point, you felt your back hit the mattress, the pleasure somehow never letting up. When you came to, Zayne had you on your back, knees pressed almost to your tits, as he mercilessly pounded into you.
"I fucking missed this cunt," he grunted, hips moving at an almost inhuman pace. "Couldn't stop thinking about it while I was away."
"Oh—"
"Maybe I should get my pretty darling a replica of Master's cock that she can fuck." He smiled darkly. "Make her play with it while I watch. Wouldn't that be fun?"
You were starting to feel overstimulated with the sheer force of his movements, slipping in some sort of dizzy, pleasure-fueled haze, but his words reached you and sent a fresh pulse of pleasure through you. "Yes! Please!"
"That way you won't be so damn desperate for my cock that you disobey your Master. Obedient girls are good girls." He adjusted his hips so that he could pound against your G-spot, and you near screamed with pleasure. "But my girl is being such a good girl for her Master now, isn't she?"
You crashed head-first into your orgasm before you could even recognize it, careening into a dimension of pure bliss as Zayne continued to move above you.
Reality came back slowly, in little fragments. The sound of your ragged breathing. The feel of something warm leaking out between your legs. Zayne's body, acting as a pillow for you as you lay on top of him, limp. His hand gently stroking your hair as he pressed soft kisses to your brow and hairline.
"Hello there," he whispered softly as he noticed your newly-aware state.
You groaned, feeling a twinge in your back as you wiggled a little.
"Was I too rough? I apologize, I was too eager…"
"That was hot," you whined, lifting your head so you could look him in the eyes. "Please do that again."
"Now?" he asked, confused. "I don't—"
"Not now!! Later. Preferably when my legs work again."
"Ah." He looked embarrassed, so you shimmied yourself forward just enough to press a kiss to his lips (a monumental effort on your part).
"Cute." You smiled at him.
"I am a grown man," he protested, but he still smiled back.
"You're my very cute grown man."
"Fine, as long as I'm yours." He wrapped his arms around you and tilted his head up to kiss you again.