Page 13 of The Queen
“Tarquin...” Her voice breaks through the haze of her punishment, breathy and strained with an edge of desire. I can feel her body responding, undulating under the force of my hand, pushing back against each strike.
“Quiet,” I growl, not wanting her words, only her reactions—the sharp intake of breath, the shiver that runs through her every time my hand connects with her flesh. Her ass is red where my hand has struck her, but it doesn’t stop me. I spank her again, and she whimpers softly, but I know she can handle this and more. This is what she needs, what we crave—the raw, unfiltered exchange of power, the harmony of agony and ecstasy, and we’re going to draw it out until she’s undone.
Raphael moves in, having been a voyeur to her spanking. Now he needs to touch, to torment. I move aside as Eliza remains slumped over the bed. Raph’s fingers skate up Eliza’s trembling thighs, so close to where she’s burning for his touch. I watch, my chest tight with control as he teases her from behind, his touch light as a promise.
“Remember why you’re here, little killer.” Raphael’s soft growl against her ear sends shivers down her spine. “You ran, and running has consequences.”
Eliza squirms, her hips canting toward him, seeking what he won’t give. Her moans are a thrill, the kind that gets under your skin and makes your cock throb. But we’re not done, not even close.
I step behind her again as Raph moves away, my hand finding its way to that fresh red mark from my earlier work.Leaning down, my lips just brushing over her hot skin. “Not yet, Eliza. You don’t get to come until we say.”
Her gasp is like gasoline on my fire, and Raphael’s there again with me, stoking it, his hands cruel in their denial, pushing her right to the edge only to pull back. It’s a dance, rough and raw, and Eliza’s caught between us, her body a battleground of need and punishment.
Raphael chuckles, dark and full of sin, as he pulls her up and pushes her back to the bed, so she is on her back, her bound hands awkwardly behind her. She shuffles to make herself more comfortable, but that is going to be the least of her worries.
“Good girl,” I murmur, taking my clothes off slowly, deliberately. Raphael’s blade glints, trailing a line just above her perfect tits, drawing a bead of blood that trickles down her skin. It’s all part of the game, and fuck, do we play it well.
Thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy, I stifle my groan. I want her so badly, my cock is aching, but she needs to be punished first. Then we can take her and satisfy our dark carvings while she is left on the edge, begging us to let her come.
The control is intoxicating; she’s ours to use, to punish, to pleasure.
Eliza’s eyes are wild, her chest heaving with each breath. I watch as the blood from the shallow cut around her nipple that Raph is making an art out of, mixes with the sweat that coats her skin. Raphael is ruthless and relentless in his teasing, but so am I. My fingers dance across her clit, flicking ever so lightly. She’s panting now, desperate gasps escaping her parted lips, but she doesn’t beg—not out loud. Her pride won’t let her, and we fucking love it.
“Tell us what you want.”
Her green eyes blaze with furious desire, a silent plea for release. But she bites down on her lower lip instead, shaking her head in defiance.
“You want to come?” Raphael asks with a smirk as I circle her clit with a persistence that borders on cruelty.
She nods frantically this time, unable to resist the overwhelming need any longer.
I thrust into her harder now with my fingers, feeling how soaked she is, ready and willing for more. “Not yet.”
Positioning my cock at the entrance of her pussy—a pussy so ready for me it’s almost calling out for me. Pushing in slowly, I savour every inch of her tight heat wrapping around me. Eliza arches into Raph’s blade, and he hisses as he cuts her deeper than he wants to. The metallic scent of blood hits my nose as I drive into her with a low groan of unfettered pleasure.
“Fuck!” She looks like sin incarnate beneath us—desperate but holding back because we demand it, because she needs the excruciating wait. Her body shudders with each thrust, her breath catching in her throat, a sob of pleasure trying to claw its way out.
Raphael leans down, licking the trail of blood, he caused to bloom on her skin. The sight alone has me nearly teetering over the edge. But this isn’t about me; this is about Eliza and how far she can be pushed.
“Eliza,” I pant, maintaining my rhythm, “you need to ask for it. Beg us.”
She stays silent, giving the sadist in me a dark thrill. I pull my cock out suddenly, leaving her empty and craving more. She lets out a cry of frustration that sends my lust into overdrive. My cock is soaked with her juice, and it feels like heaven.
Raphael replaces my absence with two fingers, curling inside her while his thumb circles over her clit with a precision that has her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He’s whispering filth into her ear now, promises of what will come if she just gives in.
Raph withdraws his fingers as she lets out a cry of frustration. He hauls her up and turns her over as I grab thelube. I need to come, but I won’t give her the satisfaction of dumping my load in her pussy. No, it’s not time yet.
Lubing her asshole up quickly, I don’t give her much prep, knowing it will burn and wanting her to feel the size of my cock as I plough into her tight hole. I push in slowly, savouring her tight squeeze. Eliza screams—a sound so raw it could be pain or pleasure, or both entwined into one. She squirms on the bed under me, trying to get pressure on her clit, so I smack her ass again, and she stops.
“Bad girls don’t get to come,” I murmur as I force my cock into her ass until I’m balls deep.
Her back arches, a sharp gasp escaping her as she tries to adjust to the fullness, the stretch.
I set a punishing pace; each thrust deliberate and calculated to drive her mad with need and remind her who she belongs to.
Raph strips off quickly, and with a quick nod, I pull out of her ass so he can haul her onto the bed on her hands and knees. Resuming my position behind her, I guide my cock back into her ass as Raph kneels in front of her, his cock in hand.
“Our little killer, undone by the very ones who will stand by her through hell.” His eyes flash with that same possessive fire burning through me.
