Page 61 of Heavy is the Crown
“Fuck. Av—I mean, mistress, please. Please.” He’s begging so quickly, coming undone so rapidly. This Shadow is new to me, vulnerable and needy.
I pull off briefly. “What do you need?”
I watch his hands flex and realize he’s holding back from fisting my hair. He wants to touch me. The bond in my chest purrs against his dragon. “Tell me,rakkaani.What do you need right now?” I ask again, adding force to my tone.
“I need to come down your throat, please. I need to fuck myself in your face. Please, please, please.” His begging is my undoing. My pussy is flooding down my legs.
“Yes. Take it, Shadow, you have permission.”
His nostrils flare, no doubt smelling how turned on I am, and he fists my pink hair in his hand and shoves his length back intomy mouth. His pace is relentless. Spit and tears streak down my face as I gag on him repeatedly. The whole time, I’m dying to taste his release. It doesn’t take long before I feel him tense, but instead of coming down my throat, he pulls out and covers my face in his release. While it was hot as fuck, he broke a rule, and the smile I give him is nothing short of savage.
Shadow
I knew I was fucked the moment I made the choice to come on her face. But Ineedthe punishment I know will come. Since I stopped self-harming, I need something else to scratch that itch. And I’m running out of space to be tattooed. This feels healthier, like a way to get what I need while still facing what I’ve been running from. At least, that's what the therapist I’ve been seeing keeps saying. She calls it “harm reduction,” a replacement of one behavior with another. Both might be slightly destructive, but one is less dangerous than the other.
She probably didn’t mean allowing my mate to punish me with a crop, but I think I’m allowed to take some liberties with my healing.
“That was naughty,” Ava says as she stands up. Despite the arousal I can smell dripping down her legs, her tone is harsh. She lashes out with her hand and squeezes my throat, pushing me back to the ground in front of her. For such a small person, she commands a room. She would have been a fierce queen, maybe even a better ruler than Jackson if she had been allowed. She squeezes slightly, her little nails digging into my neck. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling.
She lets go and moves away from me; I don’t track her with my eyes. Her presence comes back up behind me, and the soft feel of leather skates over my bare back. “Face down on the bed. Now.” The command has me scrambling up, my limbs not moving quickly enough for me. Anticipation zips down my spine like electricity. The feelings war within me, the need to submitand the need to fight back pushing and pulling against each other. Like waves crashing against the shore.
“Remind me of your safe word,” she purrs. I can hear her soft feet padding around the bed, pacing back and forth. If I could see her silver eyes, I know they would be predatory in nature. She’s a lioness stalking her prey right now, and I offer myself up on that altar gladly.
“Red,” I say, forcefully ejecting the air from my lungs as I eagerly give her what she is looking for.
“Good boy. Now count to ten.” It’s the only warning I get before the crop flies across my back, the burning sensation overpowering. Ava has two methods of punishment: edging or the crop. I’ve watched her in the club using the crop on people, not that she knew that, and every time, I wished it was me.
“One,” I grunt. She levels another, her precision excellent. After four, I feel the familiar sting of abused flesh and the scent of iron. If my needs were the ocean waves, my blood is the tributary. My mind can get lost in this feeling.
Cock twitching and painfully hard, I must forget to count because Ava is suddenly in my face, her eyes searching mine. “Check in.” She strokes my hair gently, those luminous silver eyes full of concern and love.
“I’m good,” I pant, desperate for her to continue. The sweet bliss that is floating away was in my grasp before she stopped, and I want it back. She pauses for a moment longer before nodding.
“You were at eight. Keep going.”
By the tenth, my eyes are rolled back in my head, the sting making me grit my teeth.
She drops the crop on the floor and comes back into view. “You did so well, Shadow. Such a good boy, taking your punishment.” I think I smile, but I can’t be sure. My whole body feels light, everything floating and hazy. I don’t even care that Ihaven’t come yet, my cock still trapped under my body. “Check in,” she utters as her mouth moves to the shell of my ear.
“I’m good.” The words slur from my mouth. Her hand stroking my hair has my eyes struggling to stay open, fluttering closed and back open again and again.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“You two are certainly having fun.” Drago’s voice filters through the haze, but I don’t move. My body feels boneless, and I don’t want to lose this feeling, the one I constantly search for through pain.
Drago
(“I Walk the Line” – Halsey)
The scent of Shadow’s blood has me panicking for a moment when I enter our home. Years of finding Shadow on the floor in his own blood flash before my eyes. I rush down the hall, expecting to find him a mess, only to be hit with the scent of Ava’s arousal, and his. Walking into the bedroom, I see Shadow face down, back covered in welts, Ava applying salve to soothe the red skin. His face is absolute bliss as she checks in with him. I can already tell he’s lost and won’t be coming down for a while. She strokes his hair gingerly as she whispers in his ear.
“Ava,” I say. Her head whips to face me, eyes glazed with hunger. “Did you get what you need?”
She shrugs. “Yes. I wanted him to feel good. I achieved that.”Lies. Such lies pouring from her pretty little mouth.
I stalk forward, slowly rolling each sleeve of my shirt up my arms, until I’m standing in front of her naked body. “You should know how I feel about lying,rakkaani.Now, shall we try that again?”
Shadow slowly rolls over so he can watch us. Catching Ava’s face in my hands, I pull her mouth to my own, devouring her in a kiss that can only be described as starving. She moans loudly. Her own arms encircle me, dragging me even closer.I feel the slow sip of her pulling from my power. It's an intoxicating feeling, it being pulled from me. Her body shivers as she attempts to hold back, trying to remain in control of the situation.
