Elara tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his head back slightly until he was looking up at her again. "You will service me. Thoroughly. Without hesitation. Without stopping until I tell you to stop. If you displease me, you'll regret it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Mahir said, voice barely above a whisper.
Her hand tightened painfully. "Louder."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
"Good." She released his hair, spreading her legs wider. "Now eat me."
Mahir dove forward like a man starving.
His mouth was hot and eager against her, tongue immediately finding her clit with practiced skill. Elara gasped sharply, hips jerking forward into his face. Her hand returned to his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt, using him to grind against exactly where she needed.
