Page 16 of The Queen's Denial

I cut in before she can finish the word, “Nuh, uh, uh — if you say it, we’re done here.”

She seethes, but slowly lets my head go so that I can continue. “Sheltered little Chee-chee,” I say, grazing her clit with my incisor as she squeals. “You’ve always had everything, just the way you’ve wanted it. Maybe you need to learn some patience. I just want to… help you, Chi.”

She grabs my hair in her fist and shoves herself into my face again with an exasperated groan. I laugh harder, knowing I’m going to have such fun with her. I pry her fingers out of my hair, pin them to her sides, and reposition myself while she squirms, trapping her legs under my knees so that she’s entirely incapacitated. “Shhh,” I soothe, as I push down on her shoulders, flicking my thumbs over the pulse points on both sides of her neck. “I’m going to have to tie you down. Such a tiny thing, but so fucking feisty.”

She’s so frustrated she’s about to scream. “This can’t be fun for you. Why aren’t you just doing it?”

I push harder with my thumbs and her eyes flutter. “Because it’s so good when you wait.” I grind my cock against her, and she squeezes her eyes shut entirely as she arches into me.

“I don’t think I want — oh!” I cut her words off as I push down even harder with my thumbs, pushing her neck up slightly to meet my mouth halfway as I bite down on her nipple. I’m sure the action and feeling takes her by surprise. I’m certain it feels better than it ever has for her as I squeeze her this way and continue to edge her further with the ridges of my cock against her clit. She might not even realize this, but I can tell she’s hypersensitive to my every touch. That might make it more torturous now, but it will just make the climax all the better.

“You do want it,” I whisper as I drag my length against her. “Whatever you were thinking you don’t want… you do. Trust me, Ms. Yan.”

Sweat beads along her forehead as she continues to sass me. “What are you, my professor? I’m not looking for you to teach me a lesson; I’m looking for you to fuck me!”

I pinch her nipple, and two tears squeeze from her eyes. “Ow… ohhhh,” she says, melting when I suck it again.

“I think you do need to be taught a lesson. That’s okay; it gets me off to teach it. And you’re not being the star pupil I need you to be.” I continue my assault on her nipples, peaked into painful little points while I rub my rigid cock against her.

“I’m gonna come just from this, Andy,” she whispers.

“Hmm. Do you want me inside you when that happens?”

“Obviously!” she groans.

“Ah, you’re going to have to ask nicely. And show me that you’re ready.”

She grits her teeth but finally stops fighting me. Her body goes still as she focuses and slows her breathing.

“So much better, Ms. Yan.” I praise. “Now, you had a question for me? Wanted to ask me something?”

“Would you please fuck me, Andy?” she asks. Although a little sarcastic for my taste, my cock doesn’t seem to notice, and throbs in excitement.

“Hm. How would you like to fuck, Ms. Yan? Do you want my tongue in your tight pussy?” I suck her nipple and swirl my tongue before letting it go. “Maybe my finger will do for you.” I squeeze her other breast in my hand. “Or do you want my cock inside your pretty cunt?”

“I want your cock, please,” she begs breathlessly, and she’s finally in it with me — completely submitting to my demands.

“Good girl, Ms. Yan. I’ll make a top student of you yet.” With that, I push myself into her, stretching her as I go. Her mouth drops. “Weren’t expecting that, huh?” I rasp, trying to keep my breathing steady as I sink into her. Even as wet as she is for me, she winces as she gets used to my size. “I can teach you what that’s called, sweet girl. That’s called girth.” I’ve been told the thickness of my cock could make heaven’s angels choose hell, so I’m relatively certain that’s what the expression on her face is all about.

“Ohhh my God,” is the only response I get, which is fine with me.

I grab her hips as I finally fill her completely, and she sighs as though she’s slipped into a warm bath. “Don’t get too relaxed, baby. I’m just getting started.” If I don’t show her how I fuck now, the first time, she’ll never get used to it. And the fact that we’ve both denied ourselves for this long will make it even better. So I don’t say anything else, just lean forward and jut into her as hard and deep as I can.

“Ohhh fuck!” she screams as she holds onto her bed frame to gain leverage and bites my arm. That shit will leave a mark, and it almost makes me explode too soon.

“You little fucking brat.” I say, bracing myself on my forearms, grabbing her silky hair in my fingers, and pulling, so that her mouth arches up to mine. I bite her bottom lip, and she groans.

“You’re lucky. You’re lucky that I love taming a brat,” I breathe into her mouth. “I’ll love whipping your ass right into shape.” I throttle into her harder and harder, hearing our bodies smack together. When she bites my lips, I pull her hair tighter around my fist and squeeze her chin with my other hand so she can’t do it again. I kiss her like that, sweaty and ferociously, and as soon as she screams, I make sure to smack into her with my cock a few more times as deep as I can go before I finally fill her with my cum.

Her orgasm keeps going and going, milking my cock for every drop as her screams fill the room with her pleasure. That’s another point for me.

I drop down on top of her after I’m relatively certain that every last twitch of her orgasm has faded, and we pant into each other’s necks for a few minutes. I have to admit, it is extraordinarily hard for me to come down after that. It was… pretty fucking good.

When I finally roll over and take a look at Chi, she stares at the ceiling with a fixed gaze, eyes barely open, as if she’s meditating.

“Did you learn anything, Ms. Yan?” I ask in my most arrogant tone.

“Yeah,” she says, still breathless. “I learned that we’re definitely fucking doing that again.”

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