Page 84 of Coerced Queen

“You want to celebrate, darling?”he asks, tormenting me.“Then we’ll do it properly.”

He yanks the cups of my bra down, letting my curves spill over.Yes.I want his mouth there too.He takes the champagne that stands on the other side of the desk and takes a swig, drinking straight from the bottle.With my ankles that are still draped over his shoulders, he folds my body double as he bends over me for a kiss.

When I open my lips to seek his tongue, the liquid that rushes into my mouth catches me by surprise.The bubbly alcohol leaves a delicious tartness in my mouth that mixes with the yeasty taste of champagne on his breath.The expensive flavor mixes in our kiss, creating an intoxicating cocktail.He feeds me little champagne kisses until I’m heady and high on lust, craving release.

“Sav, please.”

“I’m not done with you,tesoro.”

He tips the bottle over my torso, splashing my naked breasts with the ice-cold liquid.I utter a shriek.My nipples contract, and goosebumps break out over my skin.The complaint dies on my lips when he closes his hot mouth around a cold nipple and flicks his tongue over the tip.My belly contracts, the sensations he evokes traveling straight to my core.I’m even wetter than before, the evidence of my arousal slick on my thighs.

Saverio abandons one breast for the other, lavishing it with the same attention and a bite that makes me yelp.The vise of his teeth around my extended nipple is like the bite an animal gives when overcome with its own pleasure.Our neighbor’s cat once bit me in the calve when I caressed him.It was like a strange kind of love bite, as if sinking his teeth into me wasn’t out of malice or self-defense but simply irresistible.That’s what it feels like when Saverio clamps down hard enough to provoke a sting.My instinct should warn me to pull back.Instead, I lift into the touch, offering myself for wherever that irresistible, uncontrollable urge drives him, and it’s to bring the neck of the bottle to my pussy.

“Sav, what are you?—”

The smooth rim parts my folds.The narrow end of the neck slips effortlessly through my slickness.I lie perfectly still, not entirely sure where he’s taking this.My heart thrums between my ribs, my pulse keeping time in my temples.He wiggles the bottle, twisting it from side to side, and splits me open until the stretch of my pussy lips is almost too much.

“I want to drink straight from your pussy,” he says, carefully pulling out before pushing back.

He shoves first one leg and then the other off his shoulders.Gripping my left knee, he pushes it backward until my upper thigh rests on my stomach and I’m folded double with all my private parts on display.

I want to object, but when he starts fucking me with the five hundred-dollar bottle of champagne, my objections turn into unintelligible garble.The angle at which he holds the bottle ensures that what’s left of the liquor runs out.Coldness bathes me inside, but it’s nothing compared to the heat that’s spreading through my lower body.

He discards the bottle and pins both my knees to my chest while burying his head between my legs.The heat of his tongue is a shocking contrast to the iciness inside.He does what he promised, drinking me dry while torturing my clit with nips and sucks until my toes curl.

“I’m…” I start, but I can’t get out another word.

My pleasure spikes hot and fast, coiling around me until I can’t breathe.

Having already stretched me, he’s not careful when he finally gives me what I want.He drives his cock into the sticky mess he made, slamming home with a single thrust.I think he may break me in two.He pushes down on my knees, keeping them wide so that my pussy is spread open for him to pummel.Pounding into me, he makes every thrust count.

He’s never taken me harder or in a more depraved manner, and I love it.Like that time when he pushed my boundaries by fucking me in a public toilet, stamping his ownership onto me in this dirty manner makes me feel depraved and daring in a liberating way.

Letting go of my legs, he wraps a hand around my neck and pins me to the wooden surface, making sure I can’t escape what’s to follow—the final mark he’ll leave on my body.I brace my feet on the edge of the desk, drawing in what little air he allows me as he fucks me as if both our lives depend on it while using the heel of the palm of his free hand to rub my clit.

I come so hard my vision fades.His face blurs in front of me.He holds me down and pumps until he’s empty and I’m full.Only then does he move his hand from my neck to my jaw, slipping two fingers into my mouth.

I taste myself and champagne on those fingers he had inside me not so long ago.Like a good girl, an obedient toy, I suck them clean.

We’re both breathing hard.He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him close.I don’t care that I’m soaking his hoodie in the sticky alcohol on my chest.

When I breathe more or less normally again, he pushes onto his arms, caging me in between them on the table.

His smile is wolfish.“I made a mess of you.”

Brushing the hair back from his forehead, I say, “I made one of you too.”

The words recall the night of our engagement party in this very club when Rachele told me Saverio couldn’t have children.It makes me sad for him all over again.

“We better clean up,” he says, straightening and pulling out.“Unless you’re happy to do the walk of shame.”

“No walk of shame.”

“Understood.”

He grabs some tissues from the desk and cleans himself before adjusting his clothes.When I close my legs, he cups my knees and pushes them open again.

“I want to watch,” he says in a dark, silky voice.

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