Chapter 210 --210
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.
He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her open for his assault. Tongue working relentlessly—circles, then licks, then sucking, then back to circles. No hesitation, no uncertainty. Just desperate, devoted service.
Elara’s other hand went to his head as well, both fists tangled in his hair now, holding him in place as she rode his face. Her hips moved in sharp, demanding thrusts, setting the rhythm she wanted. Using his mouth exactly how she needed.
"Faster," she ordered.
He obeyed instantly, pace increasing, tongue working harder, more desperately. He was panting against her now, struggling to breathe but not daring to pull away.
’Slap.’