Chapter 28 - continued

“I thought you said I’d get in trouble.” With one hand, I pushed his lovely fat pad down and sat heavily down, guiding his cock into me with the other.

His eyes shut, a blissful, guttural moan erupted, but he gathered his wits and said through gritted teeth, “I sure did, wench. I also said I liked it. I think you’re bright enough to put it together.”

This kind of banter was new, and more arousing than I’d ever imagined. I’d always been too nervous to be, well, to be a brat. “My lazy king still gives out spankings? I guess I’ll have to feed him more next time,” I gasped, riding him faster. “Kings should lounge around, stuffed to the gills, out of the way of their actually useful servants.”

He hissed as his girth plunged deeper inside me. I couldn’t suppress a yelp of my own. “Oh, I’m going to love punishing my princess. Her ass is going to be as red as mine once this restaurant bullshit is over.”

“I thought I was your wench.”

Baz gripped my wrists and pulled me forward over his gut. “You’re my princess and my wench, baby girl. Either way? You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking with need. “Please, say it again.”

“You’re mine, baby girl, you’re all mine,” he said, voice as soft as his belly and as rough as his stubble. He murmured, over and over, “You’re my good girl, my slut, my love, my princess.”

I felt ecstasy race through my body, feeling like molten gold in my veins, shimmering with the depth of my love for him. My love fueled my lust, or maybe the other way around. There was no telling the two apart anymore. They were one and the same, and they sent me into desperate, moaning bliss. His cries rose as soon as mine fell, he gripped my wrists even tighter, and filled me with his seed.

For several minutes afterward, we lay in a sweaty, serene muddle. “Thank you, love,” I said quietly, face pressed to his belly.

“Thank you, princess,” he replied.

“Princess Wench,” I teased, and my blubbery pillow shook with his laughter. Another few minutes passed in quiet affection. “I almost don’t want to go to sleep.”

He groaned, not a sound of ecstasy this time. “I know what you mean. I wish I could put it off for another, oh, several years.”

I wriggled up his side to be cradled in the fat nook of his arm and his moob. “Everything will be okay, love,” I reassured him. “The accessibility equipment is already set up, the tables and chairs are at the venue, the staff are all trained and excited. Basileus will be a hit, I know it.”

Basil sighed and slid his glasses off, folding them up before setting them on the nightstand. “I wish I had your faith, Millie.”

“You can borrow it, if you like,” I said, feeling drowsier and drowsier with every passing second.

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Baz’s low laugh. “Thanks, princess. I think I will.”