8|| Like A Good Girl 🔞

01:22:43.

So many things were happening at once that I lost count of how many times I got so close to the edge. It was torture. Sweet, merciless torture. The feeling of pleasure mixed with so much pain I thought I was going to go insane.

I thought Elias felt good when he fucked me. It was soft, innocent and romantic. I thought that was what pleasure was supposed to feel like, that the way he moved inside me was the greatest feeling in the world. And even when I never came, I told myself it didn’t matter because I loved him.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was what orgasm felt like. It was brutal and so sexy. It felt like my body was being broken and rebuilt then reshaped into something I couldn’t understand. Something that wanted more, more and more.

I was trembling, soaked with sweat, my pale skin had red whip marks all over. My dark hair was stuck all over my cheeks as I looked down fucking myself on the vibrator strapped to the table.

I couldn’t see from my teary eyes and my voice came out hoarse and broken as I whispered to myself.

“Please… please don’t let me lose it here. Don’t let me squirt all over myself in front of him. Don’t let me break.”

But the truth was, I already was. My cunt was swollen, throbbing, dripping down my thighs like a leaky tap, and the maids seemed determined to watch me fall apart.

They turned the vibrator to its highest speed and my whole body jolted, a deep cry falling from my throat as I threw my head back and gritted my teeth. And just when I got used to the tempo they’d turn it off leaving me trembling, my hips humping desperately against the dead toy, I was so close to screaming for more.

And then they’d turn it on. The torment began again. Faster, slower, stopping, starting. Each time they change the toy, I would be sobbing through my moans, begging wordlessly, my drool falling down my chin.

But the worst part wasn’t my body.

It was my mind.

I was thinking dark disturbing thoughts, prayers that only made me wetter. I thought of him. The King. Lazarus Thorn watching me through that glass. Did he like this? Did my slutty self amuse him? Did my shameful moans make him hard?

I pictured him coming down here, his heavy boots echoing on the stone, stripping me naked with those cold, merciless eyes. I imagined his thick cock mercilessly pushing into me so deep my mind would go blank. He’d stretch me open while his big, veiny hands gripped my thighs and forced them wider.

I wanted it. Goddess help me, I needed it.

And those thoughts were really not doing me any favors.

I felt it, I felt like cumming so badly. My whole body was shaking as I gripped the cushion on the table. I was right there, seconds away from breaking. I was about to cum. About to lose. About to fail the first trail.

When I heard his voice.

“Do not cum unless I give you permission.”

The sound echoed through the chamber. I turned my head towards the glass, like if I stared hard enough I could see his haunting eyes.

“Like a good girl.”

Oh I wanted to be his good girl.

My breath hitched, as I felt his order wrap around my throat tighter than any collar could possibly have. Goddess, I was right there but just because of a simple order from him, my body refused to cum.

So I held on, shaking, biting my lip until I tasted blood, whimpering like a broken animal. Watching the time tick.

00:30:37.

A maid yanked my head back by my hair as she whipped me across my ass, my body shook as they gave me no chance to stop or breathe.

00:22:11.

My ankles were forced wider, strapped to the table legs until my pussy gaped shamelessly. A maid spread me with her fingers, pouring oil into my pussy, before slapping me there, over and over.

00:12:18.

They even went as far as bringing out ice cubes and dragging it on my nipples before dragging it again on my clit shocking me at how unnecessarily creative and cruel these people were.

I sobbed, my nails clawing at the straps, my legs shaking so hard I felt like I was going to pass out.

00:01:52.

“Please—please—” My voice was almost unrecognizable. Never in my life did I think I’d beg so much for mercy. It wasn’t even for my life to be spared, it was so I could cum.

00:01:09.

I shook my head violently thinking I couldn’t do this anymore. “I can’t—I can’t—I’ll die, I swear, I’ll die—”

The maids only pressed the vibrator harder into me, and I swear I heard one of them laugh under their breath. I felt so humiliated and ashamed, oh Goddess how did I get here.

00:00:10.

My screams echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the cold walls as my back arched and my toes curled, every nerve in my body on fire. As I watched the numbers on the ceiling, I whispered the countdown inside my head.

10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

00:00:00.

It was over. But even then, even as the vibrator was pulled away, and all the whipping stopped, I couldn’t cum. I was trembling, convulsing and yet…

The maids stared at me, wide-eyed, in shock. .

“Y…your highness,” one stammered. “You can cum.”

I slowly lifted my head to look at the glass where I knew he was watching. My lips trembled.

“I need your permission to cum… your majesty.”

There was utter silence .

Then…

I heard a deep, laughter so loud like this was the most entertaining performance he’d ever seen.

“Go ahead,” he sounded like he was grinning. “Cum, baby girl—”

He didn’t even need to finish.

I screamed so loud my throat fried. My thighs snapped together, then flew open, and my pussy exploded in a stream of hot cum splashing all over my thighs, my stomach and the floor. I felt like I was being electrocuted until my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body fell forward.

“Your majesty!”

The last thing I remember hearing was a cold voice ringing in my head.

“Well, that was interesting.”