Page 27 of Wicked Queen

I swallowed as his mouth continued down to my breasts and covered my nipple with wet heat. His tongue circled the furl until it pebbled into a hard point. He moved to the next one before he stood up and studied it. “Such perfect tits. I might have to come worship them daily. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your tits with my mouth until you come?”

I nodded, wishing he would do that now.

“That’s not what today’s about, though. I’ve been saving some things. We’ve never needed them. Making love to you has never required many additions, but it’s time I take you into the dark. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes,” I answered without doubt.

Alexander licked his lips and took my hand. Leading me all the way to the bed, he pointed to a pile of pillows in the middle. “On your knees. You may hold those.”

He waited as I crawled onto the mattress, then oversaw my positioning until he was satisfied.

“I thought the point,” I began when he adjusted the pillow for the tenth time to support my stomach.

“Shh,” he cut me off harshly. “You have no opinion. Your only job is to be taken care of.”

I sighed, feeling a bit frustrated by his considerateness. Then, he brought out the rope.

“Did you feel that little thrill?” he asked as he set it on the bed next to the pillow. “I saw it pass through your eyes. You were worried that I was going to hold back, but I won’t. That doesn’t mean, however, that I can neglect my duty to protect you. You will be safe and loved through every moment of this.”

I nodded a little, letting go of any newfound resistance.

I hugged the pillow as he took the rope and wrapped it around one ankle. Then, I felt a slight tug as the rope pulled taut before he continued to the other ankle. He’d bound me to the bedposts, I was certain, though I couldn’t risk looking and messing up the exact positioning he insisted on. I felt his weight shift onto the bed behind me and then cool fingers trailing along my seam.

“Your cunt is so swollen,” he murmured. “You will never let it suffer this long again. Do you understand? Answer, Poppet.”

“Yes,” I whispered, fighting the urge to push against his touch. I wanted him to sooth the ache, not feed it.

“It’s hard wanting something and holding back.” He said, continuing to trace me. “I know. I’ve wanted you like this for so long. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. That’s why we never have gone into the dark together. That’s why I pretended I didn’t need it. That’s why I leashed the monster.”

He thought his darkness was a monster. He thought it scared me. But I’d fallen in love with the monster before I’d fallen for the man.

“Let him free.” Somehow I knew it was okay to speak if only to give him permission to shed this final mask—the one he’d worn so long.

“I need to see it. What your body looks like marked by me, but it won’t be like the time with the belt. You tried to control that and you weren’t ready. You were still scared.”

“I’m not scared anymore.”

The first smack stung. He’d spanked me before—playfully and forcefully, but this was different. Harder and driven by purpose. I bit the pillow determined not to cry out. His hand massaged the spot, dissipating the heat a little before a slap hit the other side of my ass. I sensed the difference. He’d found the same spot, spanking it exactly so that it stung across my entire rear. Again he massaged it away. He did this slowly, repeating it until I relaxed into the pillow, knowing what to expect: the rhythmic, measured force. Even as the heat built so much he couldn’t caress it away, I found myself slipping into another place. I felt each strike and heard each whispered praise.

“Good girl,” he said with reverence. “Strong girl.”

I was in a dream—on fire, burning and alive. Then suddenly the flame began to fade, extinguished by the soft, wet lap of his tongue.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, knowing it was okay, that he needed to hear it. A finger pushed inside me, curling and coaxing and I cried out into the pillow. All the sensations that had faded came rushing back. There was bone deep ache and shivers of promised pleasure and there was pain—and somehow together it had turned my entire body into a network of sensations that sang along my skin, just as he’d promised it would. The notes were building into a symphony and then the music stopped.

“Please,” I cried out, only to feel his body move over mine. He kissed my neck as he sank his cock inside me with one powerful thrust.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said as he stroked in and out. “I need you to come. I can’t hold it. Not now.”

There was a strain I’d never heard before and something about the vulnerability of it sent a powerful swell through me that shook my entire body with its force. When the final notes softened, Alexander groaned and slammed into me before pulling out. I felt the heat of his release on my still burning rear.

The afterglow was almost as good as the place his spanking had taken me. There was nothing but pure and total bliss. Gradually I became aware of the ropes loosening, followed by his strong arms massaging where they’d cut into my flesh. Then a warm, damp cloth cleaned the spot where he’d spilled himself. I felt him linger there. I could almost feel the shift in the room.

“There’s going to be a bruise,” he said flatly.

I breathed deeply and pushed myself up. “I know.”

“Clara, I’m—”