Royal Submission: A Dirty Delight

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a frantic rhythm mirroring the escalating heat building within me. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the tang of sea air, a heady combination that both calmed and agitated me. He’d arrived as predicted, his presence filling the room with an undeniable power. He was a force of nature, a king in every sense of the word, and tonight, I was his queen.

I shifted on the plush velvet chaise lounge, letting my body relax into the contours of the cushions, a silent invitation. My skin, slick with anticipation, gleamed under the dim, mood lighting. He moved with a deliberate grace, each step measured, each movement calculated. The anticipation was exquisite, the silence punctuated only by the relentless drumming of the rain and the quickening of my pulse.

His Majesty, as I privately called him, was a man sculpted from desire and dominance. Thick, muscular arms, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. He wore a simple, dark gray silk shirt that clung to his broad chest, revealing the hard muscle beneath. A silver chain draped across his hips, a subtle symbol of his control. He paused just a few feet away, letting his gaze linger on me, assessing, savoring.

The reference, the unspoken agreement between us, hung heavy in the air. The knowledge that we were about to indulge in the primal pleasure of anal play sent shivers down my spine. It was a dance of submission and control, a power exchange that both terrified and thrilled me. I straightened up, extending my legs, drawing my breath deep into my lungs, preparing myself for the inevitable.

He moved in swiftly, smoothly, his movements fluid and confident. A quick glance, a flash of hard flesh just before he made contact. The pressure, immediate and intense, ignited a fire deep within me. I arched my back, feeling the delicious tension in my muscles as he pressed against my tight, hungry ass cheeks. My breath hitched, a silent gasp of pleasure.

I knew what he wanted, what I wanted. To be dominated, to be controlled, to lose myself completely in the sensation. The need to suck at his base surged through me, a primal urge that demanded immediate satisfaction. I shifted slightly, pulling my cheeks back, offering a silent invitation.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the storm. My hands instinctively went to my cheeks, spreading them wide, eager to receive his touch. Arching my hips, I lifted my rear end towards him, a pleading gesture of submission.

The tip of his cock brushed against my opening, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasped, a reflexive reaction to the overwhelming sensation, then pushed myself back onto him, dragging him in with a contraction that shook my entire being. My pussy ached, pulsed with pleasure as his cum flooded my cavity, a warm, thick river of desire.

His hands firmly secured my hips, holding me against his chest, while he watched my asshole twitch, opening and closing in anticipation. It wanted, begged to be filled, consumed. But he ignored its pleas, focusing his attention solely on my pussy, thrusting deep into me with relentless force.

As he slowed his rhythm, I leaned back, catching my breath, savoring the lingering heat. The pleasure was exquisite, a wave of euphoria washing over me as he slid his cock smoothly in and out, his touch both rough and tender.

Then, a surprise. His thumb, thick and calloused, found its way up my ass, a shocking intrusion that sent another wave of pleasure through me. I raised my head, a wide, surprised smile spreading across my face, looking back at my king, a silent acknowledgment of his dominance.

As he thrust in and out with his finger in my smaller hole, that smile intensified, morphing into a moan of ecstasy. "Ooohh," I managed to whisper, lost in the moment. "Aaaaah." The sensation was overwhelming, complete, utterly consuming.

The king’s sudden spank to my ass with a ground out, "Mine!" was the final catalyst, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. He buried his cock deep inside the warm, juicy flesh of my pussy, his thumb wiggling in my arse, a playful, possessive gesture.

I looked back at him, my eyes filled with adoration. “Yes, my king. Yours, only yours.” My legs began to tremble uncontrollably, my ass cheeks shaking as his thumb continued its relentless exploration.

“My love, I’m going to cum,” I gasped, unable to contain the building pressure. The words escaped my lips before I could fully register them, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

The king’s cock felt even more slippery, slick with my juices. He pulled out, letting loose a loud, wet queef, the sound echoing in the opulent room. Squirts of cum erupted, showering my legs, shaking my ass cheeks as his thumb continued its insistent wiggling.

“Ohhhh, baaaayyyy-beeee!!!!!!” I screamed, lost in the throes of ecstasy, my body convulsing with pleasure.

The king knew he was approaching the peak, the point of no return. He pulled his thumb out of my ass, pressing the tip of his cock against it without any pressure. But I pushed back, eager to prolong the pleasure, and the head found its way back into my hole, once again. Surprised by the unexpected turn of events, we both felt a sudden rush, a high, and climaxed together, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mass of desire.

As we cuddled and kissed deeply, the king held my ass in his hands, caressing it with gentle, appreciative strokes, feeling his thick cum oozing out. He gave my cheeks an approving pat, a silent acknowledgment of my beauty and submission. “My queen.”

“Your dirty queen,” I whispered back, my voice husky with pleasure, as I wiggled against his fingers, further indulging in the sensation. They continued their play with my cream-pied hole, their movements slow and deliberate, a testament to their shared pleasure.

The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, a constant reminder of the storm raging outside, mirroring the tempest within me. But in this moment, lost in the embrace of my king, I felt safe, secure, utterly and completely consumed by desire. This was my place, my pleasure, my perfect surrender. He was my king, and I, his dirty queen.

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