Page 35 of The Queen's Serpent

“Spread your legs wider, baby, and show me that sweet, soaked cunt. Trail one of your fingers down between your slit and have a taste of yourself.” I oblige and begin spreading my thighs wide, opening myself up to my touch but also so he can see me. I need him to watch and to crave me, just like I desire him.Insatiably, demandingly, and overwhelmingly.

I trail one of my fingers down my abdomen, across my hips, and let it skate over my throbbing clit. The sensation of the caress pulls a gasped cry from my lips as I use my middle finger to rub circles around my nub, making my legs tremble with how wide open I am. I’m so close already, and it won’t take much to get me to orgasm. The race through the house and into the woods already had me primed; the rest has just been prolonging the rush.

I slip my finger down between my pussy lips until I reach my entrance, rimming it over and over, but not slipping it inside, delaying the gratification and increasing the torture. His hand makes its way to the top of my head, his fingers digging into my strands and pulling on my dark tresses, until pain lances across my scalp.

“Slip your fingers inside of your tight hole, fuck yourself slowly for me, and let me see how you stretch yourself. I want to see how many your pussy can take until it’s full. Show me how your cunt swallows them, my slut.”

My eyelids flutter as heat surges up the back of my neck, and I slip the first finger deep inside of me, a second one following with a moan. I slowly fuck myself with small, even thrusts that have tiny shockwaves soaring through my core.

“More, baby, stretch that pretty pussy for me,” his words sound almost hummed to my ears.Fuck, he’s enjoying this.

I slip a third finger inside of my needy core as it clenches down, and a gasp is pulled from my lips. Fuck, it’s already tight as I bear down and pick up speed with my thrusts, riding my hand, bringing myself close to the pinnacle of the mountain I want to throw myself off of.

“You can take another, Issy. Fill that cunt up for me, and let me see your gap stretch. Show me what a slut you are.”

I try to regain some of my composure, even though my body is soaring out of control with lust and the need to cum. I slip the fourth finger inside of me, the stretch almost too much to bear, and a mewling sound releases from my mouth. Diego’s hold on my hair gentles briefly, before he’s once again yanking on my strands.Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need to cum. I need it more than I need air right now.

“That’s it, baby, fuck your fingers, ride them like you do my cock, nice and deep, my dirty whore.”

The pull of his command has me speeding up and losing complete control. I can feel and hear the wetness of my pussy as it soaks my fingers, and slides down my palm all the way to my wrist. Fuck, I am so wet and so close, so very close to exploding. I use my thumb to stroke over my clit, causing electricity to race through my limbs, and then to tense painfully as the orgasm starts to race through me.Yes, fuck yes! ?

Just as I am about to let go and reach my peak, his fingers tighten around my wrist, yanking it away and pulling my digits from inside of me forcefully. Denying me the chance to cum as I release a scream.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Yes! I never gave you permission to cum, my little whore. So needy, so desperate to explode on your own fingers.” His voice is laced with authority, as if he and he alone has agency over my body and when I cum.

“Please… please,” I beg with desperation, like the slut that I am, the needy ache growing inside of me.

My eyes rise to his, and I take notice of his clenched jaw and his rapid breathing, as his tongue dips out of his mouth. “Slip them inside again, fuck yourself with them, but don’t cum. If you do, Issy, I will punish you.”

I clench my molars to stop the objections and swear words that want to leave my mouth. The desire to tell him to go fuck himself is rising within me, and so is the need to be a disobedient little brat, and fuck myself all the way to completion. I don’t fear his punishments anymore, even though I probably should.

He must see the defiance on my face because he bends down, his face coming to eye level with mine. “If you disobey me, I will tie you to a fucking tree, and whip both your ass and pussy with my belt, before I fuck this pretty cunt over and over again, but never let you cum. Don’t test me,Princesa.”

I go to slip my fingers back inside of myself, but his grip on my wrist doesn’t release. Instead, he forces my hand up to my lips, my wet fingers sliding over my mouth and chin, making a fucking mess of me and covering me in my own arousal. “Tongue out, lick your fingers clean.”

I don’t even hesitate; my tongue slips out, and I lick across my fingers like a fucking cat, consuming some yummy cream. My flavor hits my tastebuds, sweet and musky at the same time, eliciting a moan from my lips as I continue to clean each digit off.

“Fuck, Issy,” a rumbled growl leaves his lips, “look at how fucking sexy you are.” His lips slide forward, his mouth a mere inch or two away from my own, when his tongue slides out and licks my lips, then my chin, cleaning me off as he swallows my taste down. “So fucking good, baby, you have the best-tasting pussy ever made.”

I slip my fingers back inside of myself, my eyes never leaving his as I race to reignite the spark that had me almost cumming.I try to reach that spot deep inside of myself that has my eyes crossing, while strumming my swollen clit, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head.Jesus, fuck.The electricity races once again through my body and up my spine, making my mouth go dry.

“That’s it, my slut, look at how well you’re filling that sweet pussy.” His words are almost my undoing, almost push me over the edge, and at the last second, I yank my fingers away, but it’s too late; a gush pours out of me as my core contracts, and a primal scream leaves my lips. I couldn’t stop the orgasm from cresting, and now my body has fallen off the mountain, head first. My body shakes and shivers with the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms I have ever given myself.

“Oh, Issy, you naughty little whore,” he says with a lamenting sigh, even though I know he enjoyed watching me cum. His breath is labored as he struggles to keep himself in control.

“Now, I have to punish you, baby, but that’s what you wanted all along, isn’t it? You get off on my brand of depravity. You enjoy it when I use your cunt for my own needs.”

I don’t bother to reply, because we both know he’s speaking the truth. My whole body is spent, warm lethargy setting in, and the desire to move, never mind speak, is escaping me. A frightening smirk lifts his lips, and I know that I am in big fucking trouble as he releases my hair and starts to remove his clothing, pulling his belt from around his waist and folding it in one of his hands. I watch as golden skin is exposed one delectable inch at a time until all of his muscles and scars are on display for my viewing pleasure.

Fuck, this is going to hurt.

Chapter twenty

Diego

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is thegreatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

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