Page 151 of The Frost Touched Queen

“Tell me, kitten. Tell me and all of this can be over.”

My brain can no longer comprehend words. My mind is suddenly a blank canvas. The only form of communication that still exists is the slashing sounds in the air and the marks of the whip on my skin. They write their poems on my flesh. Poems that only Teo gets to read.

Slash.

Slash.

Slash.

“I WANT TO COME!”

My breathing comes out in spurts as I wait for his cruel rejection or kind mercy. And when I feel the small cuts of the ends of the horsehair whip, tears begin to stream down the corners of my eyes. I’m about to wave the white flag of surrender and defeat and utter out the last word that I want to spill from my lips. But then my tears are accompanied by an unhinged laugh when I feel Teo’s fingers play through my slick folds. It takes me a minute to recognize that I’m the one laughing. But all too soon do those wails of joy morph into wails of ecstasy as Teo finds my hidden pressure point and begins to flick it with the tips of his fingers just as his whip flicks against my sensitive flesh.

The combination of Teo’s forbidden touch and the constant slash of his whip pushes me over the edge, and like a shooting star dropping from the night and plunging into the earth, I erupt. All of me convulses as I let the orgasm have its way with me. I give in to it and ride it out, praying that by the end of it, I’m still somewhat recognizable. For I fear that after this, I will never be the same. But just as I climb to its peak, my mind goes completely blank, protecting me from the fall.

And I cry.

And cry.

And cry.

Because up until tonight, I believed that power was just an illusion people said to themselves that they had.

This… this is true power.

To be able to shatter into a million tiny pieces and still feel whole, is the most powerful experience I’ve ever had. It’s the relinquishing of power that ends up giving it back to me and ultimately setting me free.

After the shock of experiencing such a thing begins to fade, I feel Teo hurriedly rush to unknot the binds on my wrists and ankles. I don’t move an inch; my body and soul are too eviscerated to move a muscle. When Teo finally has me free, he pulls the blindfold away from my eyes and then picks me up and cradles me in his lap.

“Shh, kitten. It’s all over now. Shh, love.”

I try to open my eyes, but even the dim lighting in this room is too bright for me.

“Shh, kitten. You did so good, love. So fucking good. I’m so proud of you.”

More tears stream down my face at his praise, my heart preening at his words.

I snuggle into his chest, his scent invading my senses and comforting me. It’s only when I shift my ass on his lap, that I feel his wet clothing underneath.

Again, I force myself to open my eyes, but all I can accomplish is a small sliver of an opening. Thankfully it’s enough to see Teo’s lips. The same lips that look so soft right now. My hand lifts of its own accord, as I run my thumb across his bottom lip.

“Teo,” I rasp out, my voice still hoarse from all the loud wails I screamed out in the past hour.

“Hmm,” he hums as he soothingly runs his fingers through my hair.

“Did you… did you come?”

“Yes, kitten. I did,” he replies serenely. “How could I not when you came so fucking beautifully?”

Again, his words feel like butterfly kisses on my skin.

“Teo?”

“Yes, kitten. Tell me what you need,” he asks, his voice remaining calm and sure, while I’m still swimming to the shores of my own sanity.

“I need you to kiss me,” I hear myself say—no, beg him.

Again, he doesn’t even wait to give me a response, leaning in to press a tender kiss to my lips.

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