Page 19 of Consort of the Crime Queen

CHAPTER 10

Aurora

Hadria pulls free of my grasp as we enter the adjoining bathroom, but only so she can start to run the water into the huge bathtub set in the middle of the room, rising up black and gleaming from the dark slate tiles. "I missed you, little sunbeam," she murmurs, turning her attention back to me. "May I?" Her fingers hover over the first button on my pajama shirt.

"Please," I breathe, and she begins to slowly unbutton my top, smoothing the material down over my breasts.

"You've had a terrible few days," she says, her fingers playing over my nipples, still covered by the thin silk of my top. "I'd like to erase them from your mind—for a little while, anyway. Would you like that?"

Would I like that? My body is responding to her touch already, the aching in my muscles beginning to melt away as the tingling in my core increases. "Yes," I say, my voice barely a whisper, "I would like that very much."

Hadria smiles, that dark, wicked smile that she reserves only for me, and her fingers begin to dance again over my nipples, teasing and tantalizing. They harden under her touch, and I arch my back into her hands, wishing she'd pull off my clothes already, fuck me as savagely as she has in the past. I want to obliterate the past few days from my mind completely.

But she only watches my reactions carefully, and seems content to torment me for the moment.

"Please," I beg, my voice husky with desire. "Touch me properly."

Hadria's pupils are blown wide, dark with lust, and she finally slides my shirt off my shoulders, tossing it aside. "Gorgeous. As always." She pets my breasts, weighing them in her hand—barely a palmful each, but they've always been so sensitive, so that I whimper as she rubs her thumbs over the hard, aching nubs of my nipples. Her fingers slide down my stomach, and she crouches down, her eyes on mine as she undoes my pajama pants, and tugs them down. I step out of them, entirely naked now. My arousal is growing stronger, but I can't help my hands fluttering over my curls when she leans in to press her nose to me.

"I need a bath first," I protest. "I'm all dirty."

"Yeah you are," she says, grinning up at me. "My dirty little girl. Don't be shy, Aurora," she goes on, leaning in and inhaling deeply. "I love your scent. Drives me wild."

"Hadria," I groan as her fingers glide up the insides of my thighs, prying them apart. "Oh, God."

The water in the bathtub has been running this whole time, a soothing white noise that fills the room and calms me even as Hadria's hands are building up the tension in my body. I can feel her lips on my inner thigh, and she gives a little nip, making me yelp, then giggle as she soothes it with her tongue.

"I could eat you all up, right here," she murmurs against my belly, then stands in one fluid motion. "But I want you lying down nice and relaxed when you come for me, or your knees might give out—because I'm going to make you see stars, Sunshine."

She turns off the water and helps me step into the steaming tub, the hot water enveloping my body in as welcome a caress as Hadria's own. I sink down with a sigh, the heat already working to unravel the knots of tension in my muscles.

"You just float there a moment," she tells me, as she strips down beside me. I turn over and rest my chin on my wet arm as I watch her, drinking in the sight of her toned body, my pussy more insistently pulsing now. She pulls over a wooden chair and sits on it, brandishing a loofah.

"Just relax," she murmurs, pushing me back to lie face-up, and begins to gently wash me. I melt into the warmth of the water and Hadria's sure touch, closing my eyes as she works over my skin, lulling me into a state of relaxation I haven't felt in days.

My time in the Imperioli estate left me much more tense than I even realized; I must have lived each moment with my muscles bunched up, ready to act at any moment. Hadria washes down my arms, and then my sore, scraped knees, as gently as possible, so that I don't even wince under her touch. Then she makes me sit up, wrapping my arms around my knees, so she can do my back.

"I should tell you about what happened," I murmur. "While I was being held by your father."

"You said you were unharmed." Her hands still on my back, and I turn my face to look at her over my shoulder.

"I was. I mean, I am. I barely had contact with anyone except my mother, until…until Nero stormed in. And then I smashed a lamp over his head."

Her eyes widen, and she gives a little snort. "Well. He'll think twice next time."

"There won't be a next time," I say savagely, and then sigh and let my head fall forward again as she continues stroking over my body gently. I let the stress and fear drain away as she massages my shoulders.

"I'm very proud of you," she says softly, and I smile with satisfaction. "So very proud, Sunshine. Both that you protected yourself, and held back from acts that…well, that can't be undone. Right now, though, I think you've earned a little hands-on care. If you'd like?"

"If you mean you're going to finger-fuck me into a frenzy, then yes. Yes, I'd very much like."

I startle a full laugh out of her, and she guides me gently into laying down again in the bathtub. She begins to caress my breasts once more, squeezing lightly as she soaps them up, taking her time with each and every inch of me. Her hands turn firmer, squeezing and kneading as I moan, arching into her touch, my hips rising up involuntarily, making the water rock dangerously close to the high wall of the tub. My nipples are stiff and aching, red and needy when I look down at her hands as they tease, and I spread my things wide, hopeful that she'll take the hint.

"You look very comfortable," she says. "I think I'll get in there with you. I want that wet little body pressed up against mine."

She slides in behind me, the tub more than big enough to accommodate us both, and I give a content sigh as her arms wrap around me, tight and secure, and then her fingers find my nipples again and begin to play with them once more. I find myself wriggling around against her, until her thighs clamp around me as well and keep me still. She relentlessly teases my nipples, squeezing and flicking them.

"They've missed my attention, haven't they?" she murmurs in my ear. She gives each one a sharp little twist that borders on pain, but sends a spike of pleasure straight to my clit. I gasp, pushing my chest further into her hands, silently begging for more. Hadria gives it to me, rolling the stiff peaks back and forth as I shudder against her, my skin running cold with goosebumps despite the heat of the water. She gives a light sigh of pleasure. "I wonder if you could come just from having your titties played with, just like this."

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