Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
So instead of saying anything, I lay down and roll on my side, facing away from him. But this causes my breasts to come out of the slits in my gown and one of my nipples brushes against the coverlet.
The instant sensation of pain is too much to bear. I shoot up to a sitting position with a gasp and tears spring to my eyes. Flower petals—the coverlet is made of flower petals—some of the softest things you can find and still it hurts when they touch me!
I look over at Valen, hoping that he’s still asleep and find—to my consternation—that he’s looking at me. Clearly he’s awake now—or maybe he was never asleep to begin with.
“Hey, Princess,” he rumbles, raising an eyebrow at me. “Are you ready to let me help you yet?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know!” I burst out, feeling confused and conflicted all over the place.
Valen turns on his side to face me, propping his head on one hand.
“It shouldn’t be this hard,” he says, frowning. “You let me suck your nipples last night and you enjoyed it. So it must be that you don’t want me licking your pussy—is that it?”
I can feel how hot my cheeks are getting—my hair is probably in danger of catching fire.
“I…I can’t let you do that. I don’t even know why you’d want to,” I protest.
“To give you pleasure…to taste your juices right from the source…and to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come.” He gives me a smile, his eyes lazy with lust. “The real question is, why wouldn’t I want to taste you, sweetheart? There’s literally no downside.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I protest. “And…and dirty.”
“Dirty?” He frowns at me. “How could it be dirty? You just had a bath a few hours ago. I washed you myself.”
“Which is the reason I’m in this mess in the first place,” I mutter.
“Look, let’s start slowly,” he suggests. “Let me help you with your nipples first—let me try and ease the ache. Then we can talk about how to deal with your soft little pussy—all right?”
I nibble my lower lip indecisively…but the painful ache I feel in my swollen peaks is getting to be too much.
“All right,” I say at last, in a small voice. “How…how do you want to do it?”
I expect him to put me on my back and do what he wants, but he surprises me.
“Come over here and lean over me—feed me those gorgeous tits, Princess,” he growls softly. “Let me suck your sweet nipples and make you feel better.”
Biting my lip again, I do as he says. Crawling on my hands and knees, I come to the head of the bed and bend over him. This causes my breasts to come out again, right through the slits in my nightgown. My nipples are red and achy.
Valen looks at them and I see something like compassion in his eyes.
“Poor little Princess—that looks painful,” he murmurs.
“It is,” I admit in a low voice. “Please…be careful.”
“Of course I will.” His deep voice is unexpectedly gentle. “I would never hurt you, baby. Please trust me.”
I have to admit, his little nicknames for me used to annoy me…but tonight I find them comforting.
“All right,” I say. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Then come here…let me make you feel better.”
I lower myself further, until the swollen, aching peak of my right breast is just inches from his mouth. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin, a teasing promise of relief. He doesn't grab me or pull me down. He waits, his dark eyes holding mine, letting me make the final move.
With a shaky sigh, I close the distance, guiding my nipple to his lips.
His first touch is not a suck, but a soft, careful kiss placed directly on the inflamed tip. A gasp catches in my throat. Then the flat of his tongue swipes over the peak—a broad, gentle stroke that soothes the burning flesh.
The relief is instantaneous, a soothing balm on a fever. He repeats the motion, licking slowly, as though savoring the experience.
"See?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low vibration that travels straight to the place between my legs. "Just cleaning you up, Princess. Just taking the hurt away."
He's right—the sharp, throbbing ache begins to recede, replaced by a different kind of sensitivity—a deep, tingling awareness centered entirely on where his mouth meets my body. His tongue circles the areola, tracing the puffy, tender flesh before returning to lave the nipple itself. He's methodical…thorough…his movements slow and hypnotic.
My eyes drift shut. The tension in my shoulders, which I hadn't even fully acknowledged, begins to melt away. A soft, involuntary moan escapes me.
"That's it," he encourages, his lips brushing my skin as he speaks. "Let it go. Let me have it all, sweetheart.”
Emboldened by the diminishing pain and the growing warmth pooling low in my belly, I press my breast more firmly into his mouth.