Page 14 of The Queen
Eliza’s gaze locks onto Raphael’s as he strokes himself, the visual an added torment she can’t escape. “See something you want?” he teases with a cruel smile.
She nods helplessly.
Reaching around, pinching her clit between my fingers—hard—eliciting another strangled cry from her lips.
Raphael shoves his cock to her lips, guiding his cock into that perfect mouth. She takes him eagerly. He fucks into her mouth with short thrusts while I continue to pound into her ass.
It’s a savage rhythm we’ve perfected—this back and forth between pleasure and pain. Eliza is caught in the merciless tide of our desire—a writhing mess of sweat and tears and blood.
Eliza’s breathing is ragged, her body tensing with each punishing thrust. My grip on her hips is bruising, but she pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that edges us both closer to that cliff.
Raphael looks at me, a silent conversation in his eyes. We’re both close to losing it, but I want to push her just a little bit more.
I can feel my orgasm building fast now—hot and unstoppable—but I hold back because this isn’t about me; it’s about Eliza and the punishment she’s earned for making us worry today.
“Fuck,” I pant out as I pull almost all the way out, then slam back into her. Raphael is relentless, his hand on the back of her head, keeping her in place as he fucks her mouth.
“That’s it, Eliza,” I urge through gritted teeth. “Take it all.”
Raphael pulls out from her mouth suddenly.
“Look at you, such a fucking gorgeous mess,” he growls. “Such a filthy little killer, aren’t you?”
Eliza cries out again, a broken sound of lust and defeat. She knows we control her pleasure; she knows she’s ours completely in this moment.
I come hard, filling her ass as I groan deeply from my chest.
He takes her from me in the next second, dragging her off my still-hard cock. As I climb raggedly off the bed to clean up before I dive into that sweet, sweet pussy of hers, he sits back and forces her to straddle him unsteadily with her hands still bound behind her back.
I watch Raph’s face contort with pleasure as he fucks her hard and fast, his hands gripping her thighs for leverage.
Ducking into the bathroom, I wash up and slip back into the room, picking up my blade and climbing back on the bed. I holdit to her throat as she rides Raph’s cock while he grips her hips tightly.
“If you come, I’ll cut you,” I murmur before I kiss the nape of her neck and move my lips down her back, the flat side of the blade caressing her tattoo, and she cries tears of desperation. I move my mouth to her cheeks and lick her tears away.
“Is that victory I taste?” I murmur.
“Fuck. You!” she pants, making me chuckle.
Raph’s groan signifies his release, and now it’s my turn to take her from him, slashing the zip tie with the sharp knife. She moans, rolling her shoulders as Raph grabs her wrists and rubs them quickly.
Laying her down on her back again, I place the handle of the knife against her clit and press down hard enough to make her squirm.
Raphael is hovering over us, his expression dark and hungry, his cock already stirring again. He leans down to whisper in her ear. “You keep fighting it. Why don’t you just let go? Let us give you what you need.”
But Eliza’s stubborn—it’s one of the things that makes her perfect for us—and she shakes her head defiantly.
I chuckle darkly. “Such a stubborn little killer.” Her pussy is swollen and dripping with need, so I shove the handle of the knife into her cunt, making her grunt with the invasion.
Raph flicks her nipple with his tongue, twisting the other one painfully as I fuck her with the knife.
She looks wrecked, her beautiful face flushed, eyes glassy with unshed tears and unsatisfied desire.
Raph leans back, giving me room to work her over with the knife handle. He watches intently as I drive the knife handle into her again and again, hitting all the right spots.
“Beg for it,” he murmurs.
Her hips buck wildly, seeking more. Her green eyes burn into mine, silently pleading for release. But I can’t let her off that easy—not yet.
