The King's Favorite Sin

The Sweetest Torment.

Rosella’s POV

Blake leans back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, looking utterly at ease. His cold hazel eyes remain fixed on me, watching as though I'm nothing more than an entertaining show.

Heat floods my cheeks.

“One minute left,” he says calmly, glancing at his watch. “Strip. Insert it. Then get to work. Or you’d be automatically opting for the second option… and you know what that means.”

“No, no…”

Even the stupidest person would never accept a gangbang from mere guards at this point. Not when I can't stop thinking about having his c**k ruin me.

My hands shake as I quickly pick up the thick, heavy vibrator. It feels intimidatingly large in my palm—smooth black silicone with a curved tip and a small remote attached. I can already imagine how full it’s going to make me feel.

I stand slowly, chewing the inside of my cheek.

"Please... uhmm..." I swallow hard. "Could I just... go into the room and insert it privately?"

Blake arches a brow.

I silently pray he'll say yes.

"Strip here. Insert it here. Then begin your punishment." His voice is calm, leaving no room for argument. "Any more questions, I'll call this off. Then you can get ready for the second punishment instead.”

The threat lands hard. I bite my lip and pull my gown over my head, letting it pool at my feet. Then I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide them down my thighs, stepping out of them as well. I’m completely naked again. My breasts feel heavy, n*****s already tightening from the cool air and sheer embarrassment. I spread my legs slightly, heart hammering.

Blake's gaze drags slowly over my body—lingering on my heavy breasts, sliding down the curve of my stomach, and settling with undisguised lust at the apex of my thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “Now put it in.”

I spread my legs wider, my gaze fixed on the floor. I press the thick head of the vibrator against my p***y. Its size makes me gasp as I push it inside. It stretches me open, filling me completely.

"Deeper," Blake grunts, dragging his thumb slowly across his lower lip. "All the way in.”

I push further more until the base sits flush against my c**t. The fullness is overwhelming. My walls clench around it, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through my core.

Blake picks up the small remote and presses a button. The vibrator hums to life on a low setting.

I gasp, knees buckling slightly. “Oh God….mmm… …”

"Walk to the dining room," he says, a hint of cruel satisfaction playing at the corners of his mouth. "Make my orange juice. And don't you dare spill a single drop.”

I clench my fists and take a shaky step. The vibrations pulse inside me, brushing against my c**t with every movement. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan.

My thighs tremble as I reach the dining table, where Zee left everything ready—fresh oranges, the juicer, glasses.

I grab an orange, slice it in half, and press one half against the juicer. Then I do same with the next, and repeat same procedure for two more oranges.

The vibrations suddenly jump to medium.

"Ahhh…Nghhnnn…” I cry out, gripping the counter.

I steal a glance at him, only to find him watching me with a slow, sinful smirk.

“f**k… Blake, please turn it down,” I beg, voice breathy.

He lets out a low chuckle from the sofa. "You read the rules, b***h. You should be thanking me for turning it up instead, shouldn't you?"

I squeeze the orange harder, juice streaming into the glass as my legs tremble beneath me.

"Th-thank you... for turning it up, Sir."

"Louder," he commands.

“Mmmm… Thank you for turning it up, Sir!” I cry out as the intensity increases again. The vibrations are stronger now, making my c**t throb and my knees weak. Juice spills over the side of the glass. I quickly wipe it with a trembling hand.

“Careful, toy. Every spill means I turn it higher.” Blake’s voice cuts through the air.

I press another orange down, biting back a moan. My p***y clenches rhythmically around the thick toy. Pleasure builds fast, mixing with the deep humiliation of being watched like this.

I look ridiculous—naked, legs shaking, trying to make juice while a vibrator buzzes mercilessly inside me.

“Blake… I can’t… it feels… it…it feels too good,” I whimper, pressing my thighs together.

“You will,” he says coldly. “Fill the glass. Bring it to me on your knees. And thank me properly after every sip I take.”

I nod frantically, my breath hitching as I squint my eyes shut. A shudder runs through me before I force myself to keep going, and somehow, I manage to finish making the juice, my hands trembling so badly I nearly drop the glass.

The vibrations jump too high. A loud moan escapes me as my c**t pulses wildly. I’m right on the edge of cumming, but I fight it, knowing he’ll punish me more if I do.

I drop to my knees, holding the glass carefully in both hands. The position makes the vibrator press even deeper. I crawl toward him, breasts swaying, ass up. Every movement sends jolts of pleasure through me, while Blake watches with dark satisfaction.

I reach him and lift the glass. “Your… your orange juice, Sir.”

He grasps it from my hand and takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving my face.

The vibrator is on maximum now. I'm shaking like hell, fighting the orgasm threatening to rip through me.

"Don't you think you're forgetting something?" he asks with a smirk.

"O-oh... uhm... Thank you for letting your toy serve you, Sir," I manage to say, my voice strained.

He takes another sip, then presses the remote again. The pattern changes to pulsing waves. I cry out, nearly dropping forward.

“Careful,” he warns. “Spill it and I’ll make you lick it off the floor while I keep this on high.”

I nod frantically. “Ahhnnn… yes..yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

He finishes the glass slowly, making me stay there on my knees the entire time, trembling, thanking him after every sip, and moaning every stupid word that comes to mind—even his name. My p***y is soaked, juices dripping down my thighs. I’m so close to cumming it hurts.

He sets the glass down and cups my breasts, his hands moving slowly as he traces lazy circles around my hardened n*****s.

I feel myself teetering on the edge of breaking when Blake's phone starts ringing on the table beside him. He glances at the screen but makes no move to answer it.

It rings again. Then again.

He ignores it completely, his eyes never leaving mine, his hands never easing their grip.

A sharp knock echoes through the suite, and he pulls his hands away.

"Boss, it's Lucien," Lucien calls from outside, his voice tight with urgency. "Elizabeth's on the business line. She says Ava's been involved in an accident. And I just got a text from Valid… Rael's been traced.”

Blake goes completely still.

He pushes himself off the sofa without sparing me another glance, already reaching for his phone as he strides toward the door.

Then he stops.

Slowly, he turns to look at me. "Rosella," he says coldly. "I think you'd be more useful now. Get ready, your skills will be needed shortly to take down my enemy."

Before I can respond, he yanks the door open and steps out, slamming it shut behind him. The sound makes me flinch.

Take down his enemy?