Sir, Please? {Sinbad x OC}

Beg For Me

I stood in front of the door to the kings room. My heart pounded and my ears were on fire with embarrassment, "Nira? Ah yes, I had asked to see you."

The king peeked through the door suspiciously, "Come in, have a seat." The entrance widened, and he stood to the side allowing me to enter.

I sat across from his desk and felt him standing behind my chair, "What may I do for you, sir?" He leaned next to my ear, too close for my comfort. My stomach was twisting and curling with excitement.

"Nira, you have committed some pretty heinous acts." My brow was knitted in confusion. I was a servant? I had never stolen from or scorned the king?

"Sir, I have no clue what you mean?" My hands were crossed and held together in my lap while my stare was casted downward.

I felt his hand under my chin and tilting my head upwards, "I think you do." My hands remained folded and I smiled. I knew, I was playing this game for almost months.

"Teasing me." I felt his fingers slide down my neck, "With this lethal figure of yours." His lips followed, dancing across my skin, taunting me with his words.

I barely let out a whimper. It was always nice to watch him squirm from my actions. "My lord, would you please forgive me?" My small plea echoing in the room, while I could hear his breathing stutter.

"How shall I be punished for such a crime?" He once again grazed my neck with his lips, but in turn bit down harshly, sucking the pale skin, causing me to be bruised. For the first time I moved my hands to grab the arms of the chair.

I felt his hands rest on my stomach, while his teeth continued to nip at my flesh. "My king what are you going to do to me?"

He walked around me and untied the knot to my robes, "I'm going to make you beg for me." Callused fingers pushed down my garment and left me exposed. "Tell me, what do you want?" His gaze lingered heavily on my body as he reached to me.

I sat there feeling his hands rub my stomach, slowly reaching up to my breasts, and pinching my nipples. I couldn't form a coherent answer. But this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to grovel at my feet. He was to beg for me.

"Say it Nira." My mouth hung open while he continued his ministrations. I felt my heart race while his hands massaged my waist, "Beg."

"I want you my king." My soft mewl surprised even me. He ran his fingernails across my stomach and kissed and licked my nipples. I could feel each spot covered in saliva cooling with the air, my shoulders were shivering.

"Oh no, what's my name Nira?" He smiled against me and stopped moving his hands, causing me to squirm in my seat; attempting some form of stimulation.

"I want you Sinbad." As he stopped without reason, he kneeled in front of me with his hands resting on my knees. His eyes bored into mine, causing me to try and look away.

"Good girl, now that wasn't bad." He pushed my knees a part and exposed my drenched undergarments. "Wow, you're pretty wet Nira." He rubbed me slowly through the thin fabric.

I grasped the arms of the chair firmly while he knelt down in front of me, staring into my eyes, and continued his torment. Slowly, and steadily he rubbed my clit, causing me to grovel and whine his name

He pushed me back into the chair and rested my legs on top of his shoulders; his head between my thighs. His tongue ran up the inside of my thigh and stopped midway, biting it softly. "What do you want Nira?"

Lustfully I pushed my hips towards him, and whimpered, "Sir, please-"

"How about this?" As he leaned forward, he ran his tongue across my underwear. I gasped feeling myself be even more aroused.