Page 33 of The Queen
My breath is ragged. I’m sweating as I rise just enough to pull her pants and knickers down her legs.
Forcing her legs open with my knee, I fall on her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them either side of her as my cock presses against her cunt.
“No!” she screams. “No!”
With one rough movement, I plunge inside her sweet pussy with a loud growl. This is raw possession, claiming her body against her will, taking her power, is fucking electric. Her body yields beneath me, tight and hot, spasming with a mix of shock and pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt as she writhes under me, her cunt clenching around me in a sweet, violent welcome. “You’re mine, Eliza. Say it.”
Her eyes blaze defiance even as tears form at the edges—beautiful and unbroken. “Fuck you,” she spits out, but there’s a quiver in her voice that tells me she’s close to the edge.
In response, I pound into her with a brutal rhythm. Every thrust is a statement, every moan from her lips an affirmation of the twisted bond between us.
She tries to turn her head away, but I let go of her wrist and catch her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Watch me fuck you,” I command darkly. Our eyes lock, and there’s no hiding from the searing intensity between us.
“James,” she whispers raggedly, fighting the pleasure that’s threatening to shatter her act. She’s losing herself to the roughness of my touch, to the relentless drive of my cock deep inside her.
I lean down to bite her neck hard enough to leave a bruise, marking her as mine before whispering into her ear with each punishing thrust. “Come for me, Eliza. Come while you’re trying not to.”
It’s fucking carnal, an act of both punishment and passion and I’m lost in the depth of Eliza’s green eyes that now burn with something more dangerous than defiance—lust.
“Come for me, so I know you’re as twisted and as fucked up as I am,” I pant. “I need your cunt to come around my cock, so I know you love the fight, the loss of your power.”
“No!” she shouts, bucking wildly.
I grip her chin tighter as she claws at me with one hand, the other still pinned to her side. “Yes,” I taunt, my thrusts relentless. “You’re going to come, Eliza, and you’ll scream my name when you do.”
She curses, her body convulsing as I fuck her. She’s close; I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens around me, grips me. “James, please,” she pleads again, but this time there’s a crack in her defiance.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growl. “Let go for me.”
Her cunt clenches my cock enough to snap it in half as she comes apart underneath me, her screams filling the room. Her eyes are wide with surrender, the fight finally leaving her as she rides out her orgasm.
But I don’t stop.
Instead, I keep pounding into her, chasing my release. Her eyes roll back, and she goes limp under me but still responsive to every punishing stroke.
“Eliza,” I grunt one last time as my control snaps. With a few more thrusts, I come hard inside her, unloading into her dripping wet cunt as my vision goes blurry.
Panting, I slowly release her wrists and roll off to the side while we catch our breaths in ragged gasps.
For a long moment, there is only silence—the kind that’s thick with unspoken words and heavy with the weight of what just happened.
Then she turns to look at me and there’s a strange calm in those emerald eyes.
She kicks off her boots and wrestles out of her pants before she straddles me, pinning my hands down as she grinds her cum-filled pussy over my semi-hard cock. “Was that good for you?” she purrs. “Did you enjoy raping me?”
“Yes,” I pant because I can’t lie. I fucking loved every second of it, and I want it again. Only next time, more brutal, more savage. I want to hurt her, make her bleed.
She leans down and licks my face before she whispers, “Next time, you will have to hunt me down and tie me up before I let you rape me again, James.”
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with lust, my cock already rock-hard again so soon as I think about it. “Yes, please.”
“Be a good boy, and I’ll tell you when the time is right.”
“Yes,” I whimper because she has me exactly where she wants me. She will give me the twisted thrill I need, but it’s all in her hands.
“Good,” she murmurs and then climbs off me, gathers up her clothes, and strides to the door.
