Page 58 of Queen's Move

She thought she might come from the stimulation to her breasts alone, he backed off, flipped her over and laid her face-down across his desk. She heard the skirt of her dress tear as he yanked it up her legs and settled it on her hips. She knew what he was seeing, her lace thong, soaked through with her own juices.

She tried to twist around to look at him, but his hand landed on her back, shoving her forward. Then his other hand landed on her bare ass cheek, hard. Pain shot through her bottom and she yelped, attempting to claw her way back over the desk. He held her firm and continued spanking her, alternating cheeks until she was hot and panting… aroused.

He leaned over her back, his lips next to her ear. She felt his fingers against her ass as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “You were a bad girl today, Vee. What do bad girls get?”

She gritted her teeth and pushed herself back against his cock as he was freeing, helpless against the need flooding through her. “Bad women get fucked!” she said, tensing against the next onslaught.

Sure enough, his hand fell firmly against her ass again, meting out the discipline he thought she deserved. “Bad girls get spanked,” he growled.

Vee had reached the point that she didn’t care. She wanted his hand striking her ass, she wanted his hands all over her body any way she could get them. If this agonizing, glorious feeling was the result, she would start purposely trying to earn these spankings. She would smuggle every damn person she could get her hands on off his estate.

Finally, the spanking stopped, leaving her ass hot and swollen, her pussy wet and needy. She didn’t have long to wait for relief though. He yanked the crotch of her thong to the side and sank his delicious cock deep. She yelled her pleasure for everyone to hear as he filled her aching pussy.

He slammed into her, rocking her hips against the desk. She brought her hands down to her sides and bent her elbows, lifting a little, trying to relieve the pressure. He took her hair in a fist and yanked her head back and to the side just enough that she could see his face hovering over her back. See his chest as he moved over her, slamming again and again, burying himself balls deep in each punishing thrust.

“What do bad girls get, Vee?” he asked, his accent strong, his voice guttural.

She let out a breathless laugh and said, “Bad women get the kingdom!”

He slammed into her so hard she would have been pushed forward across the desk if he wasn’t holding her hair, pulling it back toward him, forcing her to arch her chest, thrusting out her breasts.

“Bad girls get punished,” he snarled and continued to slam into her. His thrusts increased in tempo until she thought she really might break from his rough handling. Her pussy told her otherwise. It clenched him tight, pulling him deep, welcoming him. The orgasm ripped through her before she was ready. The crushing impact of her clit against the desk, coupled with the incredible way he was hammering into it sent her careening into the path of a beautiful orgasm. As she hurtled over her own peak he reached his, grunting his pleasure as he fucked into her, bathing her in his come. He pushed his elbow into the middle of her back while pulling her hair back toward him. He twisted her head until he could reach her lips, claiming them in a surprisingly soft kiss.

He released her almost as soon as he finished, laying her across the desk and pulling out of her. She heard the zip of his pants as he tucked himself back inside. She rolled to her side, gathering the tattered remnants of her nightgown around her bare legs and gazed up at him. Sotza, her husband. He was cold when he wanted to be, but hotly passionate around her, especially when she challenged his authority. He was brutal in his regime, but kind to her. Despite the provocation, despite the punishing sex, he hadn’t harmed a hair on her head, even when he was using it to yank her back toward him. He was incredible, and he belonged to her.

Instead of letting her bask in the post-orgasm glory he leaned over her, took her jaw in hand and forced her to look at him. “I let you get away with one drink, don’t do it again.”

“But you drink,” she pointed out, her voice husky from screaming.

“You don’t,” he said, his voice hard. “I’ll do what it takes to preserve who you are, Vee. Even if it means protecting you against yourself.”

“People change,” she whispered.

“Are you going to argue with me about this?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She bit her lip and stared at him for a few seconds thinking about pushing it. Then she grinned. “Depends, are you going to fuck me on your desk again if I do?”

He growled and reached for her, proving that he would indeed fuck her on his desk again, taking her on another, more leisurely, but no less satisfying, orgasmic trip. After, he gathered the shreds of her gown around her and pulled her into his arms, tucking the fabric so that she wasn’t showing anything indecent to the staff. He carried her through the house to their bedroom where he undressed her and tucked her naked into bed.

She propped an arm up, hand under her ear as she watched him undress, devouring his long, lean frame, roped in heavy muscles. Despite the multiple orgasms he’d just treated her to, her body heated once more, melting for her husband.

“Are you going to fuck me again, esposo?” she asked mischievously as he bent over and she got a nice view of his perfectly formed ass.

He straightened and gave her a stern look. “Mercy, Señora, this old man needs some rest first. If you keep this up I will think you are better at torture than me.”

She snorted. Then, completely by-passing his comment about torture, as she still wasn’t ready to go there yet, said, “If this is you as an old man then I’d hate to have experienced sex with the younger version.”

He crawled into the bed beside her and turned her over, pulling her against him so her ass was nestled against the cradle of his thighs. She settled down with a sigh.

“Only you can do this to me, Vee. I was never this way with other women.”

She reached back to smack him on the hip. “Now I get why you want me around. Sex on tap.”

He laughed and kissed her shoulder. “Peace, Vee. You are too perfect for me to think that about you.”

They fell silent for a few minutes. Vee’s thoughts turned to Raina and she desperately hoped she was safe. She’d decided that no communication was best, so no one could trace the girl. But now, Vee thought she might contact Diane in a few days. Just to make sure they landed safely and Raina was able to continue on her journey unmolested.

As if reading the direction of her thoughts, Sotza said quietly, “Mateo wants her, you know. He even asked if he could keep her. Weeks ago, before I brought you here. He’s going to be angry that she’s disappeared.” Vee glanced back at him over her shoulder, her expression pleading. He sighed, his lips tilting a little at the corner. “I suppose we can give her a head start. Slow him down. Perhaps I’ll give him the task of hunting and disposing of Garza. Dismantling the Garza empire should keep him busy for a while.”

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