Free Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet Sarai

ear, adopting a conspiratorial tone. “It seems that you would. I’ll be most happy to oblige, too. And you don’t even need to confess anything. Instead, I’ll offer you some of my theories. You just need to confirm or deny them.”
    That tempting cock of his bobbed in front of her face. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Despite herself, she licked her lips. His rich, mocking laugh sent a thrill straight to her core.
    “I’ll take that as an acceptance. Let’s get started. I suppose I should remove these, as picturesque as they are.” He was behind her again, fiddling with the clamps. “This may hurt a bit. Be brave, Cecily.”
    When the steel jaws released their grip, blood surged into her tender flesh. White hot pain shot through her. The world went black and stars danced in front of her eyes. If not for the bonds, she would have collapsed.
    Amir patted her ass as the pain finally faded. “That’s a good girl. Now the other one.”
    Knowing what to expect just made it worse. She took shallow breaths, waiting for the agony to subside. The Rajah made soothing noises of approval.
    “You may find that you’re more sensitive now, after the clamps,” he told her. “Though you’re already so responsive, that’s a bit hard for me to imagine.”
    She felt his slick knob positioned at her entrance. “Ready, Miss Harrowsmith?” Without waiting for her reply, he drove his rod into her drenched cunny.
    Oh, God in Heaven, that’s glorious! He fit perfectly, stretching and filling her without the slightest sense of discomfort. In the aftermath of the clamps, her lower lips prickled and ached, but with him inside her, those sensations somehow transmuted to a weird sort of pleasure. He was still for long moments, allowing her to acclimate to his bulk. Then he began to move, each thrust grazing her swollen clit.
    “Ooh—oh—ooh…” The force of his thrusts stirred the rod plugging her arse, setting up a circuit of sensation that raced to her clit and back. Steady, unhurried, Amir ploughed her eager pussy, forcing little moans from her unwilling lips with each stroke. Yes. Oh yes… It felt so good, she almost forgot he was her opponent, perverse and perilous.
    “Now, Cecily.” Amir pulled partway out, then slid back into her depths. “I think you’re here to sabotage our power plants. Am I right?” Drawing back, he reached between her legs to tweak her clit.
    “Ah! No, no—ah! Oh, please…!” Crazy with lust, Cecily hardly knew what she was saying. She strained against the ropes that held her immobile, trying to arch back and increase the friction between them.
    “Did you come to assassinate me, then? I heard that the Empire already eliminated two uncooperative princes…”
    “No, of course not! That’s slanderous—ah, God, more, please! More!”
    He plunged in and out, twisting his hips somehow so that his cock corkscrewed inside her. In all her carnal encounters, she’d never felt anything like it, pleasure beyond description.
    A climax loomed, hovering over her like a massive wave, ready to crash down and drown her. She was close, so close, every slide of the Rajah’s wondrous cock dragging her nearer to the edge. The sensations grew more and more acute, her entire body tingling. She couldn’t take any more. It was too much, too much…
    “Our technology, then. You want to steal our secrets. You want to know how we’ve survived without Her Majesty’s precious viridium. Right? Answer me, Cecily! Tell me the truth!”
    Amir pounded her in time with his questions, again and again and yet again. She closed her eyes and let him take her. His mellow, coaxing voice—his unrelenting cock—these were her only realities.
    “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, yes…”
    The wave crested and broke, hauling her down into a maelstrom of sensation. She drifted, helpless, battered by unbearable delight, her bound body jerking uncontrollably. She was utterly and completely lost.
    The Rajah continued to fuck