Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Playtime

When we enter his cabin, he dumps me on my feet and shuts the door, locking it for good measure. He then turns, running his beautiful eyes over me as he pulls his soaking shirt from his body.

I can see the glow of his eyes. The desire, the lust, and something else too. Something more serious.

“What…,” I begin, trying not to gawk at the beauty of the man and failing miserably.

“You cannot disobey me like that, Kera. I am a king.”

I roll my eyes. “And I am a siren. You cannot expect to tame me like you do everyone else.”

He smirks. “I have no desire to tame you.”

“No? What does King Helos desire then?” I ask.

He grabs me, pulling me into his arms. I gasp as his mouth kisses mine and his tongue delves its way so delightfully to play with my own.

“I should punish you,” he murmurs.

“Do you want to punish me?” I reply, my lips against his.

He breathes in, groaning, as he smells the mix of our arousal hanging so enticingly around us.

His hands find the buttons of my shirt, and, one by one, he undoes them as I stand there, kissing him, desperate for him to expose my body to him.

He pulls the wet fabric away from me and yanks it off my arms. He stares at my breasts and I know how I must look right now, how delectable, how perfectly devourable.

My nipples are so hard that even I can feel them protruding out against the cold air.

My skin is wet, glistening in the light around us.

“Punish me, King Helos,” I murmur, undoing my jeans, letting them fall from my hips so he can see how serious I am.

As if I’ve lit a match, his eyes darken, and he lunges for me.

I cry out half in shock, half in delight.

He throws me over his knee, sitting down so that my breasts and torso fall on one side against his leg and my ass is perfectly presented in his lap for him.

He runs his hands over my skin, starting on the back of my thighs before creeping up to caress my ass cheeks. I moan at the feel of it, at his touch.

My skin is tingling. My body is already starting to hum in anticipation. I know that if he looks, he will see how dripping wet my pussy is for him.

He stretches his left hand up, working his way along my spine, and he buries his fingers in my hair, wrapping the strands around his hand before yanking my head so that I’m forced to look at him.

“Such a naughty siren,” he murmurs.

“Very naughty,” I agree.

He narrows his eyes as he meets mine, and with his other hand, he hits me hard across my ass.

I cry out. He isn’t gentle. He isn’t soft, but damn, do I want this.

“Too much?” he says.

“Make me feel sorry, King Helos. Make me beg for forgiveness,” I say before I can stop myself.

I can’t even help it. It’s like I’m possessed right now because I want him to dominate me, to show me this side of him that I know is in there, the one he’s holding back.

I want him to use me for his pleasure, for his delight.

He hits me again. Harder. And I cry out even as more of my arousal leaks out.

He takes a deep breath. He breathes it in.

Shutting his eyes as he does, as if he wants to concentrate solely on the smell of it. On the smell of me.

He hits me again. And again. My buttocks are stinging. I know my skin must be bright pink with the assault it’s taking, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going until his own needs are sated.

He lets go of my hair and my head falls back. His expert fingers slide down my pussy and I moan so loudly in response.

“Gods, you’re wet,” Helos comments like I’m not always drenched for this man.

“I’m still not sorry, King Helos,” I say, egging him on, and I hear his snort of amusement.

He slides two expert fingers into me, plunging them hard and fast, and just as quickly as I feel them reach their peak, they’re gone.

I whimper at the loss of them, but just as quickly I cry out as his other hand strikes my buttocks again.

His fingers are back. Inside me. Pushing so hard and so devilishly deep. I arch my back, trying to increase the enjoyment, and Helos tuts.

“This is a punishment, Kera. You’re not meant to enjoy this,” he states.

“Then why are you teasing me so much?” I gasp.

“Because you’re mine to tease, mine to play with, mine to punish in whichever way I choose.”

I gasp again. Just hearing those words makes me feel an absurd, unfathomable pleasure.

He smacks me again; only this time, he’s kept his fingers in, and as my body jolts against them, I feel another wave of ecstasy.

He grabs my waist, holding me down, and then starts thrusting with his hand, plunging his fingers into me over and over.

The slow hum becomes a raging coil of pressure building inside me, but just as I’m about to explode, just as my body is about to reach its heavenly conclusion, he stops.

I cry out with frustration as he pushes me to the floor on my knees, and he’s pulling his jeans down to reveal his glorious dick to me.

My eyes widen at the sight of it, but before I can register, he grabs my head and pushes his dick into my mouth.

I moan out loudly at the intrusion, at the surprise of it.

He moves my head, pushing himself deeper so that he’s practically down my throat. He’s so big, so immense, and yet every moment of this is making me more aroused.

He finds a rhythm: fast, domineering.

He’s holding my head with one hand and his dick with the other, moving me back and forth, gliding himself into my mouth and over my tongue, every time he thrusts.

Just as he fills me completely, I struggle not to choke. I move my tongue to wrap around him, to caress him, to tease his head. I want to suck him properly, to taste him properly, not just have him fucking my mouth like this.

I can feel him slow as he lets me pleasure him, and he groans loudly as I flick the very tip of my tongue against his most sensitive bit.

I can taste his precum. It’s so delicious, and I want more.

I want him to cum, to fill my mouth, to fill my throat. I moan, moving my hand to massage his balls, and he grabs it, yanking it back.

“I’m punishing you, remember?” he states before grasping my head again.

I meet his eyes, giving him a defiant look, and he rams himself back into my mouth. His hands grip my hair tightly, and I shut my eyes, enjoying him fucking my face as aggressively as he chooses to.

I wish I could touch myself. I want to be touching myself. To be playing with my clit with one hand while he’s fucking me like this. I move to do it, and he sees the action instantly.

“You really are disobedient today,” he says as he grabs my hand and stops me.

I whimper, desperate for him to use me more, to punish me more.

He stands, holding my head against him, and flips us over so that I am now pinned between his legs, his dick, and the chair.

He leans his knees against the base of it and continues using my mouth to suck him off.

I can feel him getting close. I can feel his dick getting harder and harder, and it’s becoming nearly impossible for me not to choke on the length of him as he pounds into me.

His fingers dig into my scalp. He practically freezes as he jerks, and his warm cum spurts into my mouth.

I moan so loudly, so satisfied as I taste it. He pulls himself out, and I lick my lips, staring up at him.

“Are you ready to beg?” he asks.

I shake my head. I’m not nearly ready yet.

His lips twitch. “Maybe I need to take this punishment up a notch then.”

“Do your worst, King Helos. I can handle it,” I say.

“Is that so?” he muses.

He pulls me to my feet and pushes me to the bed, where he bends me over so that I’m on my front with my legs on the floor.

He runs his hands over me, as if he’s admiring my body, and he fondles my breasts, pinching my nipples so hard that I cry out.

He starts grinding his dick against me, and just as always, he’s hard already, despite only cumming minutes ago. The perks of being a king.

I suck in a breath, feeling his dickhead sliding against my dripping pussy. My hips wriggle instinctively, and I rock my body to encourage him. I’m so ready for this. I’m so ready for him to be filling me.

His colossal body lowers over my back, and he places a hand over one of mine before he starts nibbling at the skin along my shoulder.

I let out a long, low, expectant moan.

Any minute now, he is going to plunge himself into me. He’s going to fuck me so hard. I know it. I want it. I’m so damn ready for it.

He grips my waist, pulling me back, increasing the rocking that my own body is doing, and then, without warning, I feel his fingers move to probe my asshole.

My eyes snap open.

I gasp, shuddering, as his finger slowly pushes into me.

“Helos,” I murmur.

I don’t know how to respond. I want him, I want this, but I’ve never willingly done this before. Never willingly let someone do this to me before.

As if he senses my nervousness, he stops.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

I shake my head. I don’t. I know I don’t. “I thought you were punishing me, King Helos?” I reply, turning my head to look at him.

His eyes turn from concern to delight in milliseconds.

“Oh, I am, siren. I’m going to punish you so badly,” he growls, and we both smell my body respond.

“Then make me beg,” I gasp as I feel more of my arousal flow out of myself.

He growls, sticking his finger deep into my asshole, and I gasp at the feel of it. He probes me as if he’s exploring how this new entrance feels to him.

When he pulls his finger back out, I practically sigh in disappointment.

But then I feel his dick there. Pushing, wanting to be let in. He feels so big, too big, but my body seems to readily give way to the pressure.

Slowly, he pushes himself into me. Inch by inch.

I shake from the sensation of being filled like this, used like this. My body is already stretching, relaxing to accommodate this king’s colossal size.

Very slowly, he starts to move inside me. It feels like he’s hitting something, pushing against something so dangerously good.

The cabin is filled with the sound of his groans and our slapping skin. And yet, he’s still fucking me so slowly, so controlled, and it feels as if he’s almost torturing me. Using his dick to punish me.

I push back, desperate to make him thrust harder.

He groans louder. “Every inch of you is ready for me, isn’t it, siren?” he asks.

I nod mindlessly. I’m so ready for him. I need him to be dominating me. To be using me.

I wriggle my hips, trying to gyrate with every thrust he makes, and I hear him chuckle.

“Beg me, Kera. Beg me to take you properly,” he says.

I gasp. I’m so turned on, so ready to beg, but the stubborn part of me, the defiant part wants to hold out, wants to see how long I can make this king last.

I shake my head. “You’ll have to do better than that, King,” I murmur and he growls before slapping my ass.

He grabs my hair, yanking my head right back, and I moan in the ecstasy and delight of knowing that I’ve riled him up, even just a little, even just a bit, but I have.

He pushes into me. Slowly. Slower than before. His dick feels so good; his body against mine feels incredible.

He moves his hand to tweak my nipples, and I moan so loudly.

“You like that, Kera? Imagine how much better it will feel when I’m pounding into your ass too,” he states.

I shudder against his dick and I know he feels it.

He continues his slow delightful torture for what feels like forever, and the creature inside me is screaming out in frustration, until finally I can take it no more.

“Please,” I beg.

Helos freezes instantly. His dick isn’t even in me; it’s poised just on the cusp of going back into my ass, of torturing me more.

“Please Helos. Please fuck me. Make me scream. Make me yours,” I cry, and we both can hear the desperation in my voice.

The need.

The all-consuming desire within me.

He growls so loudly that my body releases more juice, and I feel it drip down between my thighs.

He pushes into me, hard, once more. He grabs my hips with both hands, and thank the gods, he doesn’t hold back.

He rocks my body, pivoting me on my knees, and slams his incredible dick into my ass over and over as I scream and moan in delight.

He fondles my breasts, stretching his hands so that one finger pushes on one nipple and another has the other, and then he circles them as I arch my back.

His body is right against mine. He’s lowered his chest to my back, and I can feel his hot breath on my skin. I can taste his scent on my tongue.

My body is tilted so that my head and shoulders are flat against the bed and my ass is up with my back perfectly angled for him to fill me. I throw my arm back, wrapping it around his body over me, burying my fingers in his hair.

His dick is sliding in and out of me and it’s all I can focus on. All I can feel. His sweat is mingling with mine. His arousal, its intoxicating scent is all over me, as the scent of mine covers him.

It’s like we’re branding each other, marking each other.

I moan in time to every one of his thrusts as my body rushes closer and closer to release. And, as it finally hits me, as the waves cascade over me, I scream loudly as Helos lets out his own growl of domination, power, and complete and utter euphoria.

We collapse in a satisfied heap with his incredible body still half on top of me.

I’m still shuddering, trembling with the after-effects of what he’s just done to my body. The sounds of domination have rendered me completely and incandescently lost in my own pleasure.

“Kera,” he murmurs, watching me, stroking the hair from my face, kissing along my skin as my heart rate begins to finally slow.

I look at him in his delicious, naked glory. No other man comes close to him. Not in his prowess, size, power, and authority too, but most of all, in the way he is with me.

That he seems to somehow be immune to the devastating allure of the siren within me, that he is able to resist the madness, the selfishness, the dangers of what my true self is.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

I blush, shaking my head.

His lips turn up. “Tell me.”

“No. I refuse to inflate your ego,” I say.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around me, and we lie so content in this world of our own making. And then he frowns, staring down at my body, rolling me over as he examines me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You’re healed. Your stitches, your wounds, they’re gone.”

I smirk. “I told you before that the salt will heal me.”

“Is that why you wanted to swim?” he asks.

I shrug. “Partly.”

“Why didn’t you say? I would have let you,” he says.

I laugh, rolling on top of him. His hands reach down to grab my arse.

“And where would have been the fun in that, King Helos?”

He narrows his eyes. “So, you did it on purpose?”

“Perhaps,” I murmur, kissing him lightly on his lips. “Perhaps I just wanted to see what your punishment would be.”

He raises an eyebrow. I can already feel him hardening beneath me.

“It sounds to me like someone hasn’t learned their lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?” I quip, feeling the heat growing rapidly between my legs despite the hours we’ve already spent fucking and pleasuring each other.

“Obedience,” he states, grabbing my face, his lips crashing back onto mine.