Page 75 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

We pass my showroom and enter my dungeon from one of the rooms off to the side. I flick the lights on, and a red hue fills the space. Letting go of Dean’s tie, I let him take the room in and explore while I lock the door.

He’s never been in here before, and I want him to be able to feel comfortable and to trust me.

“Wanna know something?” I ask him as I start to remove my shorts and top, leaving me in only my bra and panties.

He turns to look at me, his eyes devouring my body. “What?” he asks, his desire filled eyes meeting mine.

“Neo was the first person who I’ve brought here, then Beast took me and Harlow as we hovered together. But I’ve never had anyone else,” I tell him, then walk over to my table of toys that are already set up and waiting for me. Running my fingertips along each item as I decide what I want to use, I can feel him watching me again. My hand stops at the black bunny mask. I pick it up and slip it on before grabbing the crop.

“When I brought Neo here, I told him that I didn’t play by the rules that most dom and subs practice. My only rule was if you didn’t want it, I’d stop. You wanna know why?” I ask him as I stalk towards him, my bare feet cold from the stone floor.

“Why?” he asks as I step close to him.

“Because in order to have a real dom and sub relationship, you need to have trust. I didn’t trust anyone but Evie.”

“And do you now? Trust anyone else, I mean,” he asks as I hook the crop around my wrist, letting it hang as my hands run up his chest and under his jacket. I push it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground before starting on the buttons.

“Yes,” I tell him, my voice a whisper as I look up to meet his eyes. His are heavy lidded, his breath starting to pick up with each button I undo. “Neo.” I undo a button. “Cass.” Another one undone. “Axel,” and another. “And...” I let the word hang in the air for a moment before tilting my head to the side. “You.”

His lips quirk up at the side. “I’m glad. I would never do anything to hurt you ever again.”

“I know,” I tell him, believing my own words. I know he means it, it just took me a while to see. I will never fully let my guard down, I’m not designed for that, but I can open the door a crack and let them in. Only them, my family. That will always include Evie and Sam.

When his shirt is completely open, I step back to admire his bare chest. Licking my lips as I appreciate his body, I get down to my knees in front of the bulge in his pants. He sucks in a breath as I cup his cock, giving it a squeeze before making quick work of his belt. I pull his pants down until they pool around his ankles, and he steps out. I look up at him with a smirk as he stares down at me, pupils blown and chest heaving. Leaning forward, I don’t break eye contact with him as I bite his boxer-covered cock.

He groans, but that's all I do. I stand up and take a step back. With the crop in hand, I use it to push the dress shirt off each shoulder. It slides down his arms, and he lets it drop to the ground.

Standing there before me in only his boxers and tie, I make him finish undressing.

“Take yourself out, Dean; stroke your cock, and think of how it felt with Harlow’s lips around it while you were at the restaurant tonight,” I instruct him, running the crop down his defined chest and stopping over his cock, giving it a few taps.

He swallows thickly, his eyes flaring with heat. He removes his boxers and takes his cock in his hand. Getting a firm grip, he starts to stroke himself slowly. His chest rising and falling a little faster with each pump of his fist. I can see the restraint he’s trying to have as he fights to stay in control.

“Relax,” I tell him as I walk around him, stopping to take a nice long look at his toned ass. I bite my lip and groan as I bend over, biting down hard on his cheek. He lets out a cursed groan. “You’re tense. Stop trying to be in control. Give me your pleasure, Dean.” I run my hands up his back and around to his front.

Placing my cheek to his back, my hands glide down his belly and to his hand that’s grasping his cock. I put mine over his, and he relaxes his hold as I tighten mine. We both work his cock over until he’s moaning my name, his legs shaking and his hips thrusting into the movement.

“Good boy,” I praise him, kissing his back as I remove his hand from his cock. He mutters his protest, but I’m not done with him, I need him cumming in me, not on my floor. “Now climb onto the bed and sit so that your back is against the pillows and headboard.”

He moves over to the mattress, getting into the position I requested.

“Now,” I start while standing at the end of the bed, I place the crop down but keep my bunny mask on. “You’re gonna sit there and take it. I’m going to control the pace. Hard, fast, slow, soft. Whatever I want, while you enjoy the ride. Give me all your stress and worries, let me take them away even if it’s just for tonight.”

He nods, his eyes following me as my hands glide down my body. I hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down. His eyes zero in on my pussy, and he licks his lips.

“I wanna taste you,” he says, his voice sounding desperate.

“You can taste Harlow next time, but right now, this is all about you.”

“ButIwant to.”

“Dean,” I warn, my hands going behind my back to unlatch my bra. I let it slide off my arms and onto the floor, exposing my aching nipples. “You are not in control. Now, before I forget, we need a safe word. Although I don’t plan on doing anything outrageous, it’s still a good idea to have one.” Kneeling on the bed, I start to crawl over to him. His thick, hard cock twitches as he watches my breasts sway with each move I make.

I stop when I’m straddling Dean, my wet pussy on top of the underside of his cock. I moan as I rub my throbbing clit against his hot, velvety skin. I never need any foreplay to be ready for any of my guys, I always am. But the events of tonight have my body humming with need.

Dean goes to grip my hips but I catch his hands and grin. “No, you don’t.”

His brow creases. “I wanna touch you.”

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