69.1
Isabel
I lay on my side, my head tucked into the crook of Kev's arm, the way I've gotten comfortable, my finger tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask.
"Hole up in this hotel and live on room service?" Kev asks. "I think that can be arranged."
"It's like your own private kingdom."
"I’ll be the master of my hotel room," Kev says.
"Is your father going to disown you?" I ask.
Kev pushes my hair away from my forehead, his touch gentle. "No," he says. "He asked if I loved you, you know. I went to tell him and your mother, before I left."
"Did he flip out?" I ask.
And the better question: Did my mother flip out?
"He doesn't know we're here exactly," Kev says, chuckling. "But he asked if I was in love with you and I said yes."
"That’s it?”
"He said he was young and headstrong and stubborn once, too," Kev says.
"When he was with your mother.”
"It
was his way of giving us his blessing."
"You know that my mother is not going to give us her blessing," I note.
"No more talk about our parents or tabloids or scandal or the paparazzi standing outside the hotel downstairs or –"
"There are photographers outside?" I squeal.
"We just caused a rather large scandal, you know,” he says, tilting my chin up to bring my lips to his.
Then I don’t care about the scandal. I don’t care what his father or my mother think.
I don’t care that he’s royalty.
I only care about this moment with him.
Kev rolls me over, pinning me underneath him, his hands pulling mine over my head. “No more talk,” he says, pressing his hardness against my leg. “Unless it’s you telling me you’re mine.”
“I am,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
He kisses me with bruising intensity, his tongue finding mine. He kisses me like he possesses me. He kisses me like he owns me.
And I like it.
I want to be his.
Pinning my hands over my head with one hand, he uses the other to roam my body, marking me with his touch. The heat from his palm flows through my skin, sending pleasure through my body to my core.
“All of you, Isabel,” he whispers, turning me over onto my stomach before I even know what he’s doing. His hand runs down my back and over my rear, and I know what he’s doing.
The anticipation of it makes me wet.
Every cell in my body feels awake, on edge, with the knowledge of how exactly he wants to claim me.
He palms my ass cheek, before pulling back his hand and returning it to my rear with a loud smack.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I want you on your knees, Isabel,” 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 Kev’s cock inside me.
That was before I’d had the real thing.
“I want your ass, Isabel,” 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, Isabel?” 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.
