The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 44: Game of Touches Part 2

Clearing my throat, attempting to mask my nerves, I turned my attention to Nicholas, tapping my heels on the floor anxiously. "So, uh, what did you need to discuss?"

His gaze landed on the gesture and I instinctively stopped. Well, I am also a human being. Mannerism just came out of my system without prior notice.

“Why so eager to know?” he mused, a smirk curling on his lips.

“Well... Uh…. I still have a lot to do”

“Then I must do this quickly for your sake, isn't that right? “

“What do you mean?” I asked in a panic, fidgeting now.

He then held out his hand in front of me, a clear command. But I spent a second staring at it and when he didn't budge, pressure weighed on me so I reluctantly set mine in his. I barely have a chance to register his grip tightening when he yanks me forward to sprawl face-down across his lap. I shriek and flail, but he plants one large hand across the small of my back, easily pinning me in place.

“What the f*ck?!”

“Exactly, Florence. What the fuck?” He palms my ass again.

My name on his lips is better than any designer drug. I push on, throwing myself past the point of no return.

I freeze when he grips the back of my panties and pulls them back to my thighs, “What the f*ck do you think you were doing earlier huh? Flaunting those tits that I own? The thighs I own?”

“Are you nuts? You don't own me!.” I snapped, wiggling out of his hold but I instantly stopped when his thighs tense beneath me, shifting so that I’m high-centered.

“Did you already forget what I said all the time to you? If that’s the case, will I be generous enough to remind you again”

I shiver, my instinct to fight battling with my growing desire for him. I mean let's be honest, he was my mate and anything that involves touching can quickly lead me to sexual frustration. That's how powerful a mate bond is. They will get you addicted to the touches of one another, pulling you closer.

“Don't” I warned.

His dark chuckle echoed in the hall, “But that’s not what your body is saying down here, Florence '' he leaned in, nipping my earlobe then he dug his finger into my center and spread me.

“What the hell?!” I groaned. I feel exposed when the cold air touches my center.

He keeps on sliding in and out his finger inside me, teasing. I bite my lower lip so hard to stop myself from moaning.

“You're dripping down here, Florence” he whispered huskily in my ear then withdrew his hand.

I felt his erection pressing against my stomach which made me even wetter. Lust was consuming my thoughts. ‘Pull yourself together, Florence!’

“Damn you” I cursed breathy and was about to get up when he pressed my back again back to his thighs, pushing me to his erection and bringing his hand down on my bare ass before I could brace for it.

“Ah!” I shriek and flail harder. This bastard is spanking me!

Rationally, I’m more than aware that he’s not spanking me that hard. I have a high pain tolerance and the pain was more than bearable however it still stings and brings another wave of heat to my center which I want to stop.

None of that matters, though. “Stop”

“You can do better than that, Florence. You still have some left as your punishment” He doesn’t spank me again, though. I belatedly realize that he’s giving me time to react. “I can't have you flaunting what’s mine to my men, right?”

The struggle is as much part of this game as anything. Humiliation lashes me. I don’t want to admit that I want it. But asking him to stop was getting harder with every passing second.

I drag in a rough breath. “You don't own me, bastard”

“Mmmm. Still with that attitude, I guess. For that, 20 might be enough”

I tried to turn to him but his other hand grabbed my nape and stopped me from moving my head, “You are being unreasonable—”

“You’ll keep count.” His hand descends on my ass again. “Stop counting and we start over.”

My mind was going mushy from how erotic everything was, from the pleasure and pain all at once and to his orders. This is crazy. I am here in a hall, ass in the air and being spanked. Anyone can go in.

“Did you forget already?” He mused, now blowing air in my nape making me shiver then a hand crossed my bare ass again. “Count, baby”

I said through gritted teeth, “Two.”

And so we go. He alternates the strength and placement of each contact until my entire ass and upper thighs feel like they’re on fire. Until tears run down my face and I’m sobbing out each number. Until my pussy is throbbing and dripping with every beat. With every strike, he would palm my ass to soothe the pain.

“Twenty, bastard!” I screamed, panting and crying all at once.

Before I could take a breath he plunges a single finger into me. “Good girl,” he murmurs.

He wedges another thick finger into me. I can’t move because my panties keeping them trapped together, can’t see through the fall of my hair.

“Remember, Florence, you are mine. Don't let others see what is meant for my eyes only” He whispered, now stroking against my G-spot. I whimper, the pain radiating from my ass only making me hotter. “Next time you do that, I will make sure to spread you right here on the table and f*ck you in front of them until you begged me to stop. Did you understand”

“Hmm” I moaned, I couldn't think of a good comeback, my mind was too hazy on the pleasure he was giving.

“Use your words, Florence” His voice is low, serious.

“Yes,” I moan. “I f*cking understand”

He doesn’t answer me with words. He just keeps stroking me, sliding in and out of me, sending pleasure coiling through me, “Then come for me. Right now.”

It’s like his words unlock something inside me. I whimper and then I’m orgasming, my pussy clenching around his fingers. Only then does he ease his fingers out of me, pull my panties up, and maneuver me up until I’m curled in his lap.

A strange exhaustion threatens to drag me down. I lean my head against his shoulder and let the rhythm of his breathing and scent soothe me. We’re both panting as if we just ran a long distance. He put his head on my neck, smelling my scent and stroking my back. Our skin tingles at every touch and sparks erupt in my skin. I can still feel his erection against me. At least he’s just as affected as I am. I close my eyes and still can’t believe this is happening. That I fall into my own trap. That I give in to him again.

Soon after, my body stopped shaking. Only then does he loosen his arms around me and sit back. “Good?”

Is he asking me if I am okay? Really?

I blinked, trying to clear my head, and cleared my throat, “As if a little spanking would be enough to put me out” my voice hoarse.

He grinned while shaking his head, “Still feisty, I see. Now, will your legs hold, or do I need to carry you?”

His words made me suddenly put my walls up again. I don't want that. I don't want him saying those words. It sounds like he was concerned about me. I don't want to get my hopes up.

“I’m fine.” I gritted and pushed off his lap, and my knees almost gave out. My legs shake, but I manage to keep my feet on the ground. He held my upper arm, now getting on his feet.

“Let me drive you home—” he began but I quickly pulled my arm out of his hold.

I forced an arrogant response, rolling my eyes, and gritted, “No, thanks. I can take care of myself. You've made your point”

“Florence” he called but I quickly turned, dragging my feet away from him.

I can still feel his touches and his breath on my skin. The sparks still linger on every part of my body he touches but no matter how my instinct was begging me to stay, to touch him, to run to him again, my mind knows that I need to leave now. I can't fall for him. I can't.

As soon as I was out of his sight, a single escaped my eyes and hastily wiped it, stubborn to let anyone see me in my weakness.