Page 31 of Broken Queen
I grabbed her by the hair, twisting her until her stomach flat against the tufted bench, then I kneeled down, spreading her ass cheeks. I gazed at her dark hole, salivating. She was exquisite, each little ridge of her ass pert and delectable. I tasted her hole as my fingers explored her slit. I groaned; she was already wet and ready for me.
“What can’t I do to you? Tell me again,” I said. “I love it when you try to deny me.”
“You are the most irritating person alive,” she cried, and I consumed that hole, teasing her ass with my fat tongue, my long fingers sliding between her slick folds. I tasted her crevices like they were a meal from the gods. I loved eating every inch of her.
“Why? Because I see through you?” I spread her ass so far apart that her dark hole puckered, slimy with my spit. Her sopping cunt dripped down her legs. “Tell me you want me to stop. Say the word ‘stop,’ Bloomy, and I’ll do it. I’ll stop. Say it, you little bitch.”
She huffed through her mouth, her fists balled at her sides. She reached back for my head to pull me in closer to her dark hole.
“Shut up and lick me?—”
“Ahh, so you like this, don’t you, my queen?” I asked. “Your husband never did this for you, did he?”
“You think I’m an anal virgin?” she laughed. “You’re not special, Hazard.”
A flicker of anger ran through me again. If I had to guess, her daddy or the other members had raped her ass, but I pushed that rage away. For now.
“But you haven’t done it like this,” I said. I slid my fingers around her dark hole, circling that ridge of muscle. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Will you shut up?” she said.
“That’s not a demand to stop, is it?” I chuckled. I teased a finger inside of her hole to the first knuckle, letting that ring of muscle clench and loosen, squeezing around me like a cocoon. “Tell me how it felt when the Dentist ripped your teeth out,” I said. She flushed, her mouth hanging open like her mind was empty of intelligent thought, consumed now by only lust and need. She couldn’t help herself. It was the exact place she needed to be so I could expose those intense emotions. If I couldn’t be a part of it, I wanted to know every excruciating detail, whether she liked it or not. “Tell me everything, Zira. From the way it felt, to the way he touched you when you screamed.”
“God, you’re annoying!” she screamed. “Shut up!”
“Tell me how it made you feel. It’s that simple, love. I’m sure you remember,” I said. “Tell me how getting your teeth ripped out and replaced by something so fake tore you apart. I want to feel your anger, Zira. I want to hear the energy in your voice. I want to know exactly how badly I’m going to hurt that mother fucker. And then, only then, will I shut the fuck up.”
I pressed my finger in deeper, those muscular rings circling around me, her insides smooth and slick like a second skin, sucking around me. With my other hand, I cupped her pussy, letting her grind on me like a rabid animal. I slipped another finger into her dark hole and she bucked her hips and moaned.
“Oh god,” she said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Such a needy little whore, aren’t you?” I chuckled.
“Give me your cock,” she whined, her voice full of anguish. “Fuck my ass. Please,” she begged.
I loved when a woman knew what she wanted.
I stood up, keeping my fingers in her ass, using my other hand to unbutton my jeans. My dick sprung free, tenting my boxers, and I rubbed myself through the fabric, then shoved those down too, letting my cock spring to command—long, heavy, and dripping with pre-cum for her ass.
“All hail Queen Zira. Her majesty,” I mocked. I bent my knees until my dick was rubbing against her slit, my fingers still in her ass. “You don’t look like a queen now, love.”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she yelled.
I rubbed my long dick against her wet folds. “Tell me how the Dentist made you feel, and I’ll give you what you want, my queen. It’s an exchange. You’re a smart girl. You know how to do this.”
Her growl ripped through the room. It was the icing on the cake, shoving her own words right back in her face.
“Fuck! Fine!” she cried. “I hated it. I hate knowing that he stole my teeth from me.”
“Tell me more,” I said. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and let the head of my dick rub against that tight little hole, warmed up now, and ready for me.
“I hate that my father forced me to be a sacrifice. Again. And again. And fucking again. Knowing that the piece of shit was going to take all of my teeth.” As those words left her lips, I let the head of my cock press through that first ring of muscle, and as if a new burst of energy swelled in her lungs, she rambled on: “He acted as if paying for a new, permanent set was somehow better than my real teeth. God, I hated it all!”
“Hatred is such a useful tool,” I said. I pulled out my dick and she gasped, pressing her hips back, wanting to feel me more, but I wouldn’t let her have it. Not yet. I relished in having this power over her when she was filled with desperation. A queen coming undone with the need to get her ass fucked like a whore.
She whipped over her shoulder, glaring at me like I had been the one to pull her teeth.
“I hate him. I hate them both! I hate it. I hate it,” she wailed. “And I hate you!”
