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“Don’t stop. Tell me everything. Tell me all the ways you want to be pleasured. Your wish is my command, but first I’m going to need to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” I growl just as I burst into our bedroom and slam her on the bed.
My Queen has other plans though. Never one to be a good girl, she challenges me. Instead of allowing me to taste her, she climbs off the bed, rounding it and dropping to her knees in front of me. “Not tonight. Tonight, you come first.” She insists.
I can’t think, “Fuck! Whatever you say, darling.” The first stroke of her tongue hits me and I’m lost. Away from this world I go wrapped in the pleasure she is providing. It’s hopeless. I’m so far gone, I may never come back…
I don’t want to come back!
Thewayhermouthsucks and licks all the right places, while her hands expertly supply the perfect pressurized touches, has me panting hard chasing a release from her sexual prisons. I hood my eyes over as my chest rises and falls while she unravels my invisible restraints. She has me close, the way she’s edging my come until it threatens to drench those pretty lips is more than I can stand. My fingers feather across her collar bone lightly, before my hand wraps around her neck just the way she likes it. If I didn’t have her mouth filled with my throbbing, rigid cock, she’d tell me to choke her like I mean it. I can hear the words replaying exactly the way she whispered them in my ear the first time.“Fuck, mon Reine,my Queen.So naughty, so perfect, such a good little bijou. My fucking god,“ I growl as I spill into her. Sweat beads on my chest from the exertion. I pull out, then collapse on the bed next to her. Our breath comes heavy and fast as we steady ourselves once more.
My greedy need takes hold. I’m thrusting down her throat, pulsating against her tongue, which glides against me, and it feels so good. Her jaw relaxes, dropping open further to accommodate the size of me. That’s all it takes. A few more deep dives between those pretty red lips and I’m spilling down her throat. “That’s it, mon bijou,my jewel,swallow it all such a good petit Reine,little Queen.“ I moan as I release her neck, tangling my fingers into her hair and holding her mouth in place until I’ve filled her all the way up. My grip is firm as I slide my slick, spent cock from between her swollen lips. She dangles her tongue out to finish the job, but I don’t give her the opportunity to lick me clean. I’m too overcome by my lust. With her mouth free from my cock, I proceed with my demands.
“My turn. Undress. Get on the bed, and spread them.”
She doesn’t hesitate to strip off her clothing as I step out of the pants at my ankles and unbutton my shirt. I hear her breath catch. She’s watching me with hungry eyes, frozen, consumed by desire for the things my filthy mouth is about to do to her.
“On the bed,” I snap, catching her eyes with a scolding smolder. They’re trained on me now. She doesn’t dare look away. My Queen knows how to please me and she never disappoints.
She does as she’s told with a sulk, but we both know she won’t be able to hold that sad little pout for long. Soon she’ll be crying out in pleasurable agony as she comes all over my tongue, flooding my taste buds with her sweetness. My mouth delivers a lashing punishment of tortuous, sweet, dirty words. It rambles on about all the Godforsaken things I plan to do. It’s my turn to worship her, and worship her I will.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasp, unable to keep from admiring her, spread wide open for my enjoyment. Staring her hard in the eyes, I move in closer.
The sensual pull of her lips in delight is the permission I didn’t ask for. Her mouth gapes open to moan, “please.”
It’s a good thing I need some time to recharge or I might not have the restraint to keep from plunging into her slick, wet pussy. It glistens in the faded light of the room. My fingers reach out to touch her, dipping inside for a few strokes of pleasure before my mouth surrounds all of her. My tongue replaces my fingers, spearing her gently at first and then with every bit of hungry passion I can muster. Her hips roll up in anticipation of a cresting orgasm, but I edge her back. Quinn whimpers in response, already desperate for more.
“Not yet,” I mumble against her before diving back in for seconds.
The tip of my tongue drags across her clit slowly, driving her mad with the way it teases and tempts the orgasm to roll over us both. Quinn rocks against me, trying desperately to find more friction as she gasps and moans. My intentions are nothing but wicked as I suck and lick, intent on letting her orgasm build until she spills over, unable to contain it anymore. I want to feel her clenching while her sweet come drips down my throat. A few more minutes of teasing licks, and her fingers grasp my hair, holding me hostage against her. I dip my fingers in, stroking against her spot. This elicits squeals of pleasure as she falls victim to my trap. Her legs drop open as I suck her in greedily, flicking my tongue against her clit while my fingers coax the orgasm she’s trying to hold back. Each masterful stroke leaves her wetter. Two more curls of my fingertips, then the next one has her spilling forth into my mouth. I lick and suck until she writhes away from me, gasping from the intense sensitivity.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
She yelps in response as I pull her by the leg to the edge of the bed, where my cock waits eagerly. It’s renewed and ready to fill her one more time tonight. I drive into her mercilessly, thrusting deeper until I’ve buried every inch of myself. Quinn’s hands grip the bed sheets as she holds on, allowing me to plunder her pussy with my needy cock.
“Fuck, mon amour,my love,you’re so damn perfect. The way you take me.”
“I love to take you in,” she croons, knowing just how to ruin me.
Quinn adjusts her leg, allowing me to thrust even deeper. She’s every bit aware of the role she’s playing and how dangerous it is to dance with the fire that consumes me as I drive into her deeper. With every inch of myself inside of her I can feel the walls closing in around my cock, tighter and tighter they squeeze the closer she gets to coming undone.
“More,” Quinn begs, “Please, don’t stop. Pound me puddin. Harder,” she cries out in ecstasy as my hips thrust at an unimaginable speed. Between us, my fingers dive between her legs just as I feel her cresting. They knead her swollen clit, forcing an orgasm so intense I’m fighting forcibly to slam inside her as she drenches us both.
Inthemorning,shewill hate me for what I’ve done, so for now, I lay in bed cradling Quinn in my arms. Next to me, she’s sleeping peacefully. I adore watching her sleep. The softness and the beauty that radiate from her is mesmerizing. It makes her even more irresistible than when she is awake. She sleeps peacefully like an angel, my angel, tragically unaware of the chaos that awaits her today. I’m fighting the urge to touch her. My fingers yearn to dance across her skin, skimming it lightly with their pads. She deserves to sleep like this forever, but soon I will be forced to wake her. When she wakes, the freedoms in her dreams will be replaced by the shackles and chains of belonging to me and to Arkham.
The streets are no longer safe. Le Manchot has made it an all out war. Turning the city into a criminal playground as all the worst thugs emerge from the shadows. What am I to do? I have to act. I vowed to take back control of the city from Le Manchot when I liberated the Peacocks, forming an alliance with our former rivals. With strict orders to clean up my mess, I’ve done nothing but blunder each opportunity to take Le Manchot out. I’m too cautious, too worried about my darling Quinn, but not anymore. The time to act is now and once Quinn is tucked away safely, I will be free to do what I do best, rain down chaos on the streets, and terrorize my opponent until he comes creeping from the shadows, licking his wounds in defeat. When Le Manchot is taken down, I will make an example out of him for daring to challenge the prestigious Arkham Mafia.
I pull her closer to me, nuzzling my nose against her neck, and breathing in her sweet, spicy vanilla scent. “One day,” I whisper in her ear. “Mon bijou,my jewel,one day we will disappear from this world. I will take you away to somewhere wonderful, and we will live out our days tangled in one another’s arms.“ My hand slides open to rest against her stomach and then I am back to filling her ears with promises of hopes and dreams of a better life. In the faint light of dawn, I fall back to sleep with my Queen in my arms and thoughts of a sugar plum lifestyle filling my dreams.
When I awake again, Quinn is gone. I reach for her, but her spot is empty and cold. All my worst nightmares come slamming back. I jump from our bed, throwing only a pair of sweatpants on. The floor feels like ice against my bare feet. Outside, the rain drizzles against the glass with soft thuds as I scan the living area of our safe house condo. Nestled safely beneath a white fur blanket sits Quinn. On the arm of the sectional balances a saucer, the missing teacup is pressed against her lips and the soft glow from the television illuminates her features.
My heart beat slows back to normal. The panic, an overreaction to a nonexistent threat only my guilty conscience might perceive. The weight of my burdens is heavy today. Knowing I have to send Quinn away is the culprit, when I would much prefer her by my side, under my protection. Being selfish is no longer an option. I’ve had my time to make up with her, to enjoy every inch of her body, to explore the tethers binding us to one another.
I clear my throat, strolling casually to where she lounges. I kiss her head and clear her empty cup, happy to care for her while I still can. “Good morning mon amour de ma vie,my love of my life.Another cup angel?“ I ask.
“Are you making one for you as well?” She pauses to look up at me, waiting for my answer because it will determine hers.
“Even if I wasn’t making myself a cup, I would still be happy to make one for you.” I reply, reaching out to stroke her hair.
I catch her small smile before I head into the kitchen to prepare two fresh cups. “Did you eat this morning?” I call to her from across the open floor plan. I know from her lack of response, the answer is no. While the water heats, I go to the pantry and pull out bagels. They aren’t the ones from the downtown deli, she adores, but they will do. I pop two into the toaster oven and prepare a tray for the light breakfast. This will be the last meal she eats today. I know her. She’s not going to take the news I have to share well. When everything is ready, I pile it all onto the tray and join her on the couch for our last breakfast together.
