Page 31 of The Queen's Denial

I roll my eyes like I always do, but Andy leans in to whisper in my ear. “If you’d like to be blindfolded in about 30 minutes when I do the ungodly things I want to do to you, keep rolling your eyes. But be careful. You don’t know what I just saw in that jail cell; let me tell you…”

I can’t help my reaction. I would never be worried about any other man speaking to me like this. I would laugh in their faces most of the time. But with Andy… I know he’ll do it. And what really freaks me the fuck out is that I know I’ll let him.

I feel my smirk falter, and I swallow hard before Andy fucks my mouth with his tongue so hard I can barely breathe. Maybe letting him blindfold me wouldn’t be so bad.

Eventually, I shift into drive and head to the rented mansion. Andy keeps his promise, and just minutes after we arrive, he pushes me into the bedroom. Suddenly, he has a pair of cuffs, seemingly manifesting them from thin air.

“What the… how…?” I ask dazedly, already out of breath from the mere thought of being handcuffed.

“There are a lot of things lying around in a jail run by corrupt, sloppy officers, and I happen to be pretty good at stealing shit.” He takes my wrist in his iron grip, and I know it’s no use, but I struggle against him anyway. I’m freaked out about being cuffed to anything.

“You need a shower,” I say, trying to distract him and make him self-conscious at the same time. I should know by now that that shit’s not going to work. He cuffs my hand to the bedpost.

“This is what men smell like. I’m sorry I don’t have that fancy cologne your 1-800-Dentist boyfriend at the club had on.”

“How do you know about—mmmmfff.” He puts his hand over my mouth and pushes me down to the bed, smooshing me into the mattress. My cuffed wrist slides down the slats on the headrest.

“You’re done talking, Chee-chee. I don’t want to gag you, but I will.”

My eyes widen. This is a surprising side of Andy I’ve never seen. He always wants to dominate me, but it feels like more this time. It feels like he needs it in a way he hasn’t before when we were just playing around.

But we’re supposed to still be playing around. This is just for fun, after all, or else my father would never allow him to continue working on the grounds. It just… feels like more. It feels like I’m giving him something he needs, and he’s taking it from me gratefully. Like I’m… helping him in some way, instead of him always helping me. And I have to admit that I like it.

“On second thought, I actually would like to see you gagged.” He takes his hand off my mouth and quickly rips his shirt off, speaking again before I can get a word out. “You know, you can use so many different, everyday items to make a gag. As long as it’s tight enough and thick enough to muffle the sound.” He whips off his belt a second later, and before I know it, his shirt is stuffed into my mouth and the leather of the belt is shoved between my lips. I try to scrabble at him with my one free hand, but he pins it down with his knee as he grunts with exertion and… something else. Excitement — I’m almost certain of it.

I’m so confused for a few reasons, the main one being that, although it freaks me out a little, I’m super turned on right now. I have no idea what Andy is about to do; in fact, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever seen this side of him. Which brings me to my next point of confusion: What the hell is going on with him? Why is he acting so forceful — so eager? Andy is never excited about anything. He’s always cool, calm, and aloof, almost to a fault, with everything except my health and well-being.

Whatever the fuck this side of him is, I’m helplessly, hopelessly attracted to it.

I try to scream at him to get off of me through the gag. “This isn’t funny, what the fuck are you doing?” But all I can really think about is what he’s planning to do next. What does he want to do with my body? Why aren’t I allowed to have a say in where this will go?

He rips his pants off, and then yanks my shorts down. He leans close to my ear and whispers. “You smack three times if you want it to stop.” He takes my free hand and smacks it on the bed. “One, two, three.” He smacks it on his thigh. “One, two, three. You can smack anywhere. But Chi…” He presses a hand down on my chest, just under my neck, as he rubs his hard cock on my naked pussy. It feels so good that I barely notice the pressure in an area that could stop me from breathing if he were to push a little harder. “I want this right now; do you understand me? Do not fucking smack your hand down three times unless you’re done. Once or twice. That’s it.”

I look into his dark, coffee-brown eyes, glistening with some malevolent exhilaration, and for some reason that frightens even me, I stop struggling and just stare, my gaze practically begging for whatever he wants to give me.

“Yes, go still for me. Such a good girl, Chi.” He runs his hand down my side, then back up to roll my breasts and nipples in just one of his huge hands. They span the length of my chest as he squeezes down harder just above, right where my clavicles meet. It hurts a little, but the pressure feels good, too.

The longer he pushes on my neck, the better everything feels. My nipples harden, and muffled noises of anxious pleasure escape me as his cock drags painfully slowly through my folds.

“You like that, Princess?” he asks breathlessly, before twisting my nipples so hard it feels like they’ve caught fire. I gasp and blink at him, eyes wide in shock. Some of his skills are semi-painful here and there, but they don’t hurt like that.

“It’s okay.” He moves his hand over to cup the side of my neck and squeezes as he drags his teeth and tongue over my collarbone. “It’ll make all of this feel better. Eventually. You can hold out, Chi. I promise.”

He takes a harsh breath. “I love your neck. This soft spot right here.” He bites down hard, and I give a muffled scream from behind the gag. The hand that isn’t cuffed tightens on the bedspread but doesn’t move. I think of the mark his bite will leave on my me, and I’m definitely scared… but I trust him. And having his mark on me has me clenching my legs together around his hard cock, trying to lift up to get him to slip inside me.

He moves his body to the side of the bed, one hand still on my neck and the other stretching to where my legs clench together. I try to slip my free hand down, but he smacks it away and pries my legs apart. “You greedy—” He smacks my thighs, just under my aching pussy. “—Greedy little girl.” I scream as he pinches the sensitive skin of my inner thigh hard. Tears leak out from under my eyelids as I squeeze them shut.

But Andy’s not done. “So impatient,” he grunts in a gritty voice, just before he pinches my other leg just as hard. I smack my hand on the bed once to try and steady myself. I realize what I’ve done, and my eyes fly open just in time to catch Andy’s quick, darting gaze, and the infinitesimal pause in his actions, but he barely even misses a beat when he gets back to it.

“You need to learn some manners, sweet girl.” He pushes down harder on the side of my neck and pinches my clit. I grab his arm with my hand as my scream arches my back off the bed. The floodgates open, and tears pour out of my eyes. And yet, I still don’t want him to stop. It hurts, but then it feels… calm. And I love that calm.

Andy brings my hand up to his mouth to lightly suck my fingers. As he takes one into his mouth, the soft touch electrifies my entire body, and I cry harder.

“Are all these tears just for me?” He licks up my face. “Mmm. Almost as delicious as your sweet pussy, my little Chee-chee.”

This talk is making the wait unbearable. Every silken, soft-spoken word sets my body on fire. I feel like I’m going to explode into flames.

Suddenly, he bears down even harder on my neck and pushes the heel of his hand into my clit as hard as he can. I have no time to prepare, and I scream with the contact. I’m fucking exhausted, and he hasn’t even made me come yet.

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