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“Yes,” I answer. “I want anything you’ll give me.”
The whip lashes out, slashing across my chest. I hiss in pleasure as it tears through my shirt. The fabric gapes open, and she moves again, hitting it with the whip a second time, the tip lashing my chest. A stinging welt rises, and it has my hips tilting forward, seeking the pleasure she offers.
She snarls in annoyance at my lack of pained reaction and loops the whip around my neck while grabbing one of my daggers. “I want to see all of you. I want you to be weak for me. I want to use you.”
The whip curls around my neck, tightening slowly with each word, and then the dagger slices down. We both watch my shirt flutter to the ground, leaving my chest bare for her eyes. She feasts on me, her gaze making my heart race. The touch of her eyes on my skin almost has me spilling in my pants.
“Queen—” I start to taunt her, but she tightens the whip, yanking until I’m silenced, my air cut off. Her head tilts as she watches me. I don’t struggle. I can feel my face changing color as my lungs scream, but I let her, keeping my eyes on hers without flinching. I’d let her kill me and fuck my dead body if that was what she wanted, and I’d fucking do it happily.
If she wants my life, then it’s hers.
If she wants my air, then she can take it.
If she wants me to carve out my heart, then I’ll do it with a smile on my face.
Black edges my vision, but my smile doesn’t waver.
“Ember,” someone warns, but we ignore them as I grab the whip and pull it closer to her, tightening it even more. It hurts so fucking good I roll my hips.
She watches me, drinking in my reaction, and when I’m about to pass out, she releases it, letting the whip slacken. I draw in deep breaths, coughing slightly as my eyes water. My heart races and my lungs ache with the sudden pressure, but my first word makes her laugh darkly.
“More.”
“More? Why would I give you what you want?” she retorts. “There is something I want from you. If you want me to turn this fury into fire, then stoke it.” Stepping back, she perches on one of the crates in her tent and spreads her legs.
I moan shamelessly, wanting what she’s insinuating. “Please,” I whisper.
“Beg for me. Beg for it,” she orders as she pushes her pants down and strips off her shirt, leaving her naked for my eyes. There are groans from the others, but I ignore them. She’s mine tonight.
Mine. All mine.
I drink in every raised scar on her perfect skin and every soft curve before my eyes land on her pussy. It glistens for me, so pink and ripe, begging to be eaten as she parts her thighs wider.
“Fuck,” Spade mutters.
“Please, Queen,” I beg, dropping to my hands and knees as I bow for her. “Please let me touch you. Let me taste you. Let me burn in the fire we started.”
She watches me for a moment, and then her legs spread farther apart.
“Crawl to me,” she orders.
I do so gladly, not stopping until my hands slide up her legs to her bare hips, and I press my face to her pussy, inhaling.
She forces my head up. “Did I say you could touch?”
“Please,” I implore. Using the dagger in her hand, she pushes my mask up until it sits on my head, and then she drags the sharp edge along my lips. I feel them split, and my hands tighten on her hips, drawing her closer as I pout for her. She watches blood drip down my chin before leaning down and licking it away.
“Make me come, Heart. Make me come, and I’ll play with you again. I’ll give you what we both know you need,” she whispers, telling me this isn’t all for her. It’s for me too. She saw my madness and realized I need this as well.
I don’t waste a moment, even with my bleeding lips. My hands slide under her ass and lift as I open her for my mouth. I seal my lips around her cunt, and I suck until she groans. Chuckling, I rub my lips along her throbbing clit and then down, licking around her hole until her hand grips my head. Her nails sink into my hair until sharp pain spears into my skull, and my hips hit the crate she’s on, rubbing against it as she pushes me closer to her pussy. She’s all I can taste, see, and smell, and I fucking love it.
I want more.
I want to fucking drown in her.
Thrusting my tongue into her, I drink down her taste, licking up every drop as she rolls hips her hips, grinding her cunt into my face. My lips sting in the best fucking way, and that pain mixed with the pleasure of tasting her has me humping the crate until it hurts.
I circle her clit until she cries out, pressing her hips closer, then I flatten my tongue and slide it down, circling her hole before dipping lower and slipping into her pretty ass. Her gasp tells me she likes it, and I silently promise to bury myself in this pretty hole later to hear that sound again.
