Page 44 of Rising Queen (Blood Empire 1)

“You caught me, Mistress. Now, what will you do with me?” Neo’s voice is husky, and fuck if my pussy doesn't sing in response.

“No need to let a perfectly good meal go to waste now, is there?” I say, grinding my pussy against his rock-hard cock. He throws his head back, eyes closed tight, and lets out a pained moan. “Fuck.”

“That's what I plan on doing,” I giggle. With the dagger still in my hand, I wipe the blood from the blade against my pants, then use it to slice a hole in my crotch. Neo rushes to get his cock out, not wanting to risk the dagger anywhere near his man sub. Because trust me, that thing is a foot long. Pulling my panties to the side, I lift myself up, and when I feel his hot tip against my wet and ready center, I slam down onto him, impaling myself on his glorious cock. We both let out a loud moan. I immediately start to ride him, the extra adrenaline making its way back to the surface.

“Hands to yourself this time, Pet. This is gonna be hard and dirty, and I want it all for myself.” I groan as I rock my hips, grinding my clit against him.

“Take it,” he moans. “Take it all. Do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

Wanting to make sure he does as he's told, I pull my shirt up over my head, getting a groan out of him, and use it to tie his wrists together and around the pole behind him.

“Remember the safe word?” I ask him as I see him zero in on my tits flowing out of my black lace bra.

“Monkey.” He gives me a sexy chuckle, but it turns into a hiss as I rake my long nails up his shirt, then grab the dagger next to me and slice it open. His body is fucking fire. Muscles for days, black and white tattoos that I just wanna trace with my tongue.

So, I do. I continue to roll my hips as I lean over and trail my tongue all over his toned chest. His breathing hitches when I get to his nipple. I give it a flick with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. When I give it a good hard nip, Neo lets out a “Fuck!” and bucks his hips, slamming into me hard. I moan against him and pull back.

“You like it rough, don't you, my Pet,” I giggle and moan as his massive cock hits a good spot.

“Mistress. When I say you can do anything to me, I mean it. Any. Damn. Thing.” he growls.

My senses are on overload, my mind is a haze of lust, and all I can think about is the powerful orgasms making me teeter on the edge of madness. I needed this. Normally, and only because I allow it, I’d let Neo take control and pound into me because like I said before, I can't seem to get that right myself. But fuck, do I ever love owning a man’s body. And this man under me just gave me his on a silver platter.

Look, I know, I hate men. And I do. Well, most. But it's kinda hard to truly hate someone who submits to you in every way, shape, and form. I think I'll keep him because I sure as fuck won’t find someone who is as fucked up as me and lets me do so many fucked up things to them, all while also begging for it. He’s the ultimate unicorn.

My hips rock faster, I need to cum before I explode, and not in a fun way. I rake my nails harder down his chest, leaving trails of thin blood running down his body. He fucking loves it, if I go by the noises he’s making, and knowing that I’m the one causing that pleasure gives me a power boost.

I cum, hard. Tossing my head back, closing my eyes, and gripping his sides to dig my nails deep in his skin as I scream my release. I don't even wait until I'm done, I need more, so I force myself to keep riding him. I lean back, hitting a whole new angle and, God, it's just the right one. I ride that man's body like there's no tomorrow as I start to play with my swollen clit. “Yes,” I chant. “Fucking hell!” I scream as I cum again.

Neo is growling at this point. I know he's barely holding on. “Cum with me, Mistress. Take me over the cliff with you. Let me drown in ecstasy alongside you. Please,” he begs. And something about the lust and need in his eyes makes me want that too. I untie him. But he doesn't move.

He looks at me with little restraint, but he won't do anything until I tell him. “Help me, Neo, and together we can cum.” He growls as he grips my hips hard enough to match the marks I left on him with my nails, and I fucking love the pain.

He’s an animal. He makes me fuck him hard. My nails are everywhere, marking my territory, leaving red lines all over his body.

Being so sensitive from my last two climaxes, it doesn't take me long before I'm ready to go again. I feel my walls clamp down around Neo’s massive cock. He looks at me with a slight fear before he asks me, “Choke me, Mistress, please.” Well, that's a bit of a surprise. But also, not really.

Well, since he asked so nicely.

I wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. He lets out a lusty moan, gripping my hips. “Harder,” he croaks, and I do. He lifts me up and slams me back down on his cock over and over. I'm done for. With one last squeeze, I strangle his cock with my cunt and cum again. Not as powerfully as the last, but still just as amazing. Neo grunts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and my god, I don’t think I've ever felt a cock twitch out its release with that much power in my life. I can feel jets of warm cum coat my insides, filling me up and starting to leak out of me. Yup, I'm keeping him. This is the closest thing to a real vibrating cock I'm gonna get without added help.

My eyes snap open, and I realize my hands are still around Neo's neck. Oops. But he didn't try to throw me off him. I let go.

“Sorry.” I cringe as he gasps, taking in air, trying to fill his lungs. “I’ve never choked someone before, unless it was to kill.” I bite my lip.

“Don't be,” he grins, getting his breathing under control, his voice still gravelly. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever let a woman do to me.”

I giggle. “Well, I'm happy to help.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.” He groans. “I really can't wait until you take me to your dungeon.”

“You know, you would be my first,” I shrug, aware that we are having this conversation while his still hard cock is buried deep inside me.

“Really?” He looks at me unsure.

“It’s a lot harder to find men who would let you do anything to them. Word on the street is I'm a crazy bitch,” I wink, and he chuckles.

“Well, that makes us each other’s first in some kind of way,” he says.

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