After Sleeping with My Childhood Prince, I Kicked Him Out from My World

84. Blessed

<<. Miles. >>

My gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the assortment of BDSM equipment arranged on display panel. Leather whips hang in orderly fashion. An array of restraints, from delicate silk ties to sturdy metal cuffs.

No cuffs. I don't think Avery would be comfortable with cuffs yet. I walk towards the wall and grab a heavy whip. Then I walk towards the Wooden paddles. Each one is unique in design, hanging like artwork.

I gave her a head start of three minutes this time. The timer buzzes, and I walk out of my room. To my surprise, we have gained quite an audience. I thought it was not a busy day. At Least two dozen club goers are waiting, observing

1. me.

A smirk lingers at my lips as I sweep my gaze throughout the audience watching us. Just to make sure the little kitten isn't hiding here. My cock hardens, ready to rip out of my pants. I wish she was hiding here. I would love to take her in the middle of a room full of people. To show them what I can have and they cannot.

But we need to go a long way in our relationship to try something that bold.

I survey my surroundings, my senses heighten, trying to make a guess if I should go left or right. The idea that she could be anywhere awakens a prey inside me. I fix my gaze at a nervous sub sitting a few steps away from me. She bows her head and instinctively throws a glance to the left in the hallway.

Bingo.

I think I know where I could find Avery Collins.

I sweep the floor, making sure she is not hiding out of the playrooms. My pupils are focused and my heartbeat is steady. As I am about to pass the second playroom, my eyes fall at a slightly ajar door. I stand in front of the glass window to scan the room carefully. I cannot see her, but my instincts tell me to go in.

The crowd has come out of their seats. They are keeping their distance while following me in curiosity. I can tell they will take a seat to watch us if I go inside. Would Avery like that?

My heart pounds in my chest as I scan the room with intensity. The thrill courses through my veins, and I feel like a predator in pursuit of its prey. This playroom is more unique than the usuals. It has a layout of a house. Like the ones they have in sitcom shows. The idea is to use household items to create a scene. It's good that I grabbed a few

toys on my way.

The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls. I carefully tread across the carpet, my footsteps light and deliberate. Then I listen for her.... Hoping to catch the slightest sound that might give away Avery's hiding place. But

she's good-too good.

I check behind the curtains, my fingers gently brushing against the fabric. Nothing. I move silently toward the bookshelf, running my eyes over the rows of books. Still nothing. I pause, closing my eyes briefly to focus my senses. I can almost feel her presence as if I can sense her heartbeat, syncing with mine in this exhilarating game.

I walk towards the closet, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I grip the cold metal handle. If she is in there, I can rail her while others would know what we are doing but not exactly see us doing it. The door opens, revealing an array of neatly hung roleplay clothes. But Avery isn't there. She's teasing me with her hidden presence.

I venture into the study, my eyes scanning the rows of bookshelves. I spot a slight movement out of the corner of my eye. There, behind a tall shelf, I catch a glimpse of Avery's blond hair.

Closing in on my prey, I move with swift precision. My footsteps, becoming more purposeful. I reach the shelf and peep around the corner, my eyes meeting Avery's startled gaze.

"Gotcha," I say, and she tries to rush out. I grab her by her hair and drag her out in living room where everyone can see my win.

"Looser." She teases me. "Took you too long. I am dry now."

"You talk too much," I say as I grab a cloth from the table and push it down her mouth.

Her eyes widen in shock.

I raise my brow to give her a chance. She nods and I continue with our game. Avery's non verbal cue to stop is snap of her fingers. So I have to pay attention to her hands. This is why I tie her hands behind her back.

She wiggles and tests the bound.

"You have made me work. Now I am gonna take you in your half torn dress," I say as I pull her up and whisper in her ear from behind her. She shivers and muffles something.

I smirk at her reaction. I grab a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter and give her a hard smack. She jumps.

"Good. Jump Kitten." I rub the stinging spot and slip my fingers into her pussy to check if she is ready to take me yet.

She settles and I pull my fingers away. Her ass shivers in anticipation of another hit. I like it when she shows her reactions. Then I hit her again and again and again. Five times. She jumps slightly each time. But slowly taming her reactions. I throw the spoon down and grab her ass-cheeks with both hands to soothe her aching spot.. Time to get to business. I will drag this scene for hours until she asks me to stop.

"I am gonna fuck you as promised. Now you might not realize, but we have an audience."

She turns her head towards the glass wall so fast I am surprised how it didn't cause her a whiplash.

"Should I close it?" I ask, but she doesn't nod.

I know she doesn't mind playing in front of others, but fucking with an audience is still not a thing for her yet.

I grab the remote, and she says something. But her voice comes out muffled. I remove the gag cloth out of her mouth and she swallows to wet her dry mouth, "Let them hear us."

A smile tugs at my lips as I continue closing the curtains, but walk and open the door so they can hear us better.

It's been so long that now I am soaking through the pants too. I am dying to drill her hard.

I grab her by the arm and push her down onto the dining table.

"Spread wider for me. I can bet you are soaked. Hmmm.." I tell her when she spreads her legs wider while keeping

her chest to the table.

"That's a good girl... I have bought you something." I take out the velvet pouch from my pocket and show it to her.

I walk towards her where she can see me and open it in front of her.

Its butt plug with a jewel at the end.

I take the gag out and she opens her mouth to accept it in her mouth. When she

wants to be, she is such a good-good girl.

"How do you feel about that?"

"Exciting. But it's... on a bigger side. Will it hurt?"

I brush my finger at her chin and assure her."won't let it. I want you to be ready to take my dick balls-deep." That's the

disadvantage of being too big. Her cunt cannot take me withouthurting her. So her ass is the only option.

She lets out a shaky breath and I say, "Don't worry. We'll take small steps. One

step at a time."

<< .Avery .>>

He gently massages the head of the

butt plug on my opening and arch my back to make more space. My hands are still tied behind my back. Despite being bound and helpless, I have some control. I whimper when he pushes the butt plug soaked in lube down my ass.

He goes on for that almost feels like an eternity. He fucks me with the butt plug

and spanks me hard in between until I am practically weeping.

I can't believe this is only the first step. I want to complain and curse him, but he

has gagged me too.

When he unzips his pants, I sigh in relief. It's too much and I want some comfort. Finally, he ends the torture by pushing his cock into me.

"You feel so good. So tight," he says.

I close my eyes to feel him and hear

his ragged breath. My feelings are mutual. My pussy feels so full because of the butt plug. It's like two dicks are taking me at the same time. Why didn't we try

this before?

He grabs my hips and takes fast, short thrusts. The thought of his balls bumping

into my loins is exciting, and I want to take him deep. But I know he holds back, so he doesn't hit my cervix too hard.

My hair is spread across my naked back. I yelp when he grabs a handful and pullsnoveldrama

it tight.

His movements become rough and wild as I grow dizzy. A loud moan escapes my mouth. The thought that everyone is listening to us makes me feel wetter. I am owned by Miles now. Everyone should know that we have consummated the marriage.

The room spins and my thighs quiver as he keeps slamming into me. Tumbling

over the edge, my pussy squeezes his cock as he fills me with his cum.

We stayed there breathing heavily.

Miles opens my ties and turns me towards him. He props me up on the dining

table, then he climbs and pulls me up in his embrace.

I shift uncomfortably in my spot as he hugs me tight while checking my wrists for

marks.

"It's good. I was bound too loose." I assure him and he hums.

"What about the butt plug?" I ask, unsure.

"Is it painful?"

I shake my head. I actually like the sensation of it.

"Good. Because you are going to keep it there till evening."

My jaw drops in shock, and he chuckles. "Don't worry. We will lube it every few

hours, but honestly, I need your ass to be ready for my cock. So it's not coming out anytime soon."

I love when he takes all the control away from me. It's like I can sit back and let

him decide.

He raises his brow. "No reaction? It's good you are getting a hang of this."

His seed dribbles down my thigh and I bite my lips. I need to come back with a

response. He is getting too cocky.

"If we ever switch, I will teach you some lessons too."

He chuckles and pulls me in a hug.

"We will see about that."

He hugs me tighter as I savor his warmth. The scene is over.

"Open the blinds. Let them see."

Yes, I am mostly naked, but I don't care. Aftercare is the sweetest part and

everyone should watch it

As the curtains open, a loud applause echoes through and my eyes widen. I really thought most of them must have

left. Miles grins as he pulls me into a kiss. I close my eyes to enjoy the spotlight

I'm getting right now.

It's been a while, but tonight I can feel in my bones that I am bold, blessed and

beautiful.

The End

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