The Crown's Entrapment

Chapter 317 Punishment for a Reason (2)**

Jayra gulped as she nodded weakly, her heart completely surrendering to her mate’s whims as she found herself powerless against him. Well, she really wasn’t, but she couldn’t find it in herself to even fight back, let alone stop him from continuously making her mind melt with one orgasm after the other.

There was just nothing that could stop him anymore. She doubted if he’d even stop if King Darius himself ordered him to do so. No… He probably wouldn’t.

“A-AHHH!!!”

Once again, Jayra could only scream as yet another orgasm wracked her body. And still, Bartos kept on going, his unending stamina turning him into a relentless fvcking machine that had one thing and one thing only on his mind, and that was to make love to her so much that she wouldn’t even be able to stand up.

Even now, his hands kept up their onslaught, his mouth not being left behind from the fun as they, together with his magical cock, launched a four-pronged assault on both her mind and psyche. In the back of her mind, something told her that she was forgetting something, but she didn’t really care anymore.

Well, maybe the fact that the sun was already hitting her face had something to do with it… “AHHH!!!!!!”

Her line of thought was derailed as she let out yet another scream, another mind-melting climax wreaking havoc across her body as she slowly started to forget what was even happening to her. It took a while for her mind to catch up to her feelings of pleasure, and when it finally did, the life in her eyes barely shone as she tried her best to voice out her own worries.

The fact that she could’ve just used their Bond to talk was completely lost to her at that point.

“B-Bartos…” she panted, her swollen core still being battered with unstoppable pleasure. “W-We-“

“We still have time,” Bartos chuckled darkly, his shaft grinding down onto her as she felt him have another release inside of her. “His Majesty can wait, as well as Princess Xenia…”

“B-But-NGGHH!!”

Jayra could barely let her thoughts out as Bartos did something she didn’t expect. Instead of just ramming into her like he usually did, he hoisted her up, letting her sit on his lap facing him as he hugged her body close to him. And that wasn’t even the worst part. No…

He had completely stopped moving.

“B-Bartos?” she weakly asked.

“Move,” he grunted into her ear, his palms sensually running down her back with her sweat acting as his lubricant. “If you want us to continue, then move.”

Jayra blinked at the sudden command. Just as she thought she was getting used to the unrelenting waves of pleasure, here was her husband pulling a fast one on her like this. The responsible part of her wanted to call his bluff and stand up; to tell him that they still had duties to uphold and that they could always continue later. Only… she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

Mentally, she tried to stand up, only for her eager snatch to hold onto his throbbing shaft, essentially locking her into place. She tried again numerous times, with each second that passed only making her endeavors feel more agonizing as the lack of pleasure started to get to her. It was there that she knew that she had been utterly conditioned by him… For her to crave him just as much as he craved her.

“What’s wrong, Wife?” Bartos smirked. “I could tell through our Bond that you were getting worried earlier. Why not take yourself out of the equation?”

Jayra scowled, but her heart wasn’t in it at all as she pouted. “I… I can’t….” she weakly muttered. “I can’t-IHHH!”

“What was that?” Bartos asked with a corresponding singular thrust. “I couldn’t hear you last time.”

“I… I can’t, okay?!” Jayra admitted, her entire body burning red in arousal and embarrassment. “I…”

“You can’t, what, my wife?”

“I… I want you to continue…” Jayra mumbled out, her confidence breaking before quickly being reforged. “I want you to fvck me!”

As if to respond, Bartos began to rock his hips underneath her, his mouth encircling one of her nipples as she moaned in relief. “Yeeeessss….”

“You like that, huh,” Bartos chuckled. “That’ll teach you to leave me hanging.”

Jayra felt like her chest was about to explode as Bartos began to pleasure her with equally explosive eagerness. His hands roamed her body like a sculptor would, her every nook and cranny explored and charted as his mouth and tongue did wonder to her upper body. Her own tongue was already dangling out the side of her mouth, her face probably looking as if she had been thoroughly broken in a way that would’ve made her get admitted to a healing facility.

And… And she loved every single second of it.

“This is it, Wife,” Bartos announced in a low growl. “This’ll be the end of your punishment.”

Jayra almost whined upon knowing that their time was about to end. Resigned, she prepared herself to relish what last few moments she had with Bartos, her body already priming itself for the most explosive orgasm she had ever had in weeks.

“Take it!”

Her eyes widened as she felt him coat her insides once more. This time, however, her core felt like it needed a little more before she reached critical mass. She bit her lip as she wriggled her hips, waiting for him to give her just one last thrust to take her over the edge.

Only… it never came.

Before she could even complain, Bartos had already pulled out, leaving her feeling unsatisfied as her womb burned to be sent over the moon.

“H-Husband?”

“What? It’s called punishment for a reason,” Bartos smirked. “And to add, I forbid you from touching yourself until I say so.”

“W-What?!” T-That wasn’t part of the deal!

[Yes, it is,] Bartos grinned as he talked to her through the Bond. [And don’t you lie to me now, my wife. I can already feel you getting excited to take this challenge on.]

Jayra pouted as she crossed her arms in seeming disappointment. But deep inside, she knew that he was right.

Even as her core ached for the fires within her to be extinguished, she had never felt so turned on before in her life!