Page 37 of Her Dark Promise

I needed more, needed to see if I could feel anything else. I withdrew my hand a moment and saw surprise enter his features until I licked my hand and grabbed onto his cock, firmly stroking his cock agonizingly slowly. He shut his eyes and angled his head back, exposing his neck to me.

He was enjoying this and surprisingly, so was I. He was determined to not say anything, but I would get it out of him one way or another. I leaned forward and ran my nose along his neck, causing him to stiffen even more and hold his breath. And then I licked the ball at his throat.

“What is your name?” I nibbled along his jaw.

He tried to suppress another moan, but he couldn’t. He had grown even bigger. I could feel it pressing even harder against me. I surprised myself when I started to move back and forth with the motion of my hands on him as if he were fucking me.

“Bastian Corleone,” he breathed out the words.

The moment his answer left his lips, I stood up, leaving him wanting more. He would never admit it, but his body didn’t lie. He wanted me even if I did have him tied up in my tower.

He licked his dry lips and looked at me with hooded eyes. The mere possibility of sex could drive sane men to insanity, and I wanted to know exactly how far I could push him until he broke.

His eyes roamed my body. I had chosen to wear a floor-length satin gown with a plunging neckline that hugged my curves—revealing and easily discardable. Something I was sure the women of his time did not do.

I shrugged it off until I was completely naked in front of him. I wasn’t shy and would often walk around the grounds in the nude, loving the way it allowed me a little piece of freedom. I also wasn’t naive enough not to see the way my body made men react and would use it to my advantage when necessary.

I despised the way women were always made to feel bad about having a body that made men weak in the knees or women sick with envy.

In my opinion, women should use the assets that the gods gave them.

Mmmm… Bastian…

His eyes were heavy with lust. I knew what he was thinking, but I wouldn’t give him the release his body so desperately needed. He needed to learn his place and know when to shut that big mouth of his.

“Watch and learn.”

I called Callum.

“Yes, your grace?”

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me naked in front of the prisoner. He kept his eyes on the stranger, and Bastian’s eyes were on him. I knew he was confused, but not for long.

I walked over to another chair, brought it closer to Bastian, and sat down on the edge. The look on his face as I spread mylegs open, allowing him to see all of me, was exhilarating, a mix of arousal, disbelief, and shock. I lifted one knee up, licked my fingers tasting him on me, and rubbed them up and down my pussy.

I looked at Callum and said, “Show our prisoner how to properly treat a queen.”

He looked over to Bastian and then back at me, smiling, and knelt in front of me. With one more look at my face, waiting for approval, I nodded.

He wrapped his arms under my legs, pulled me closer to him, and started playing with my clit with his tongue. He pulled away and sucked on two fingers before inserting them inside. He resumed his position of playing with my clit with his tongue.

My eyes never left Bastian as I started moaning, one hand gripping Callum’s hair, pushing him further into me, and the other holding onto the top of the chair, back arched. Callum and I had never had an audience and it was revolutionary. I wondered how long it would take for Bastian to give in to his desires and take me as well. To have Callum watch us. I closed my eyes and imagined Bastian’s head between my thighs. I pinched my nipples and imagined Callum sucking them, biting them.

How hard would I need to work to convince Bastian to join us?

I opened my eyes and met his heated ones. Maybe I wouldn’t have to try so hard, I smiled to myself. Callum curled his fingers and hit that spot in my inner walls that always had my legs shaking, squeezing his head with my thighs. I was panting as I called out Callum’s name and reached my climax. I was so sensitive while Callum cleaned me with his tongue, causing me to groan a little more.

Once he was finished, I stood up and walked over to Bastian, leaning forward and running my hands from his knees to his hips. His cock twitched, begging to be touched. I knew that hewas in pain from being worked up with no release and he would not be getting one tonight.

“Let this serve as a lesson to do as you are told. I don’t enjoy asking twice.” I turned away and left, not even bothering to put my clothes back on, with Callum in tow.

I left him strapped to the chair, not wanting him to touch himself, and smiled as I heard him yelling a string of harsh words directed toward me.

I returned to my room to bathe when Callum rushed in front of me to start my bath. I knew he was dying to know what that was all about, and I didn’t really know myself. I hadn’t meant for it to go that far, but it was as if I wasn’t in control of my body. I could attribute it to being in the heat of the moment, but when we looked into each others’ eyes, it was as if my body simply reacted.

I didn’t care what to call it, all I knew was that for the first time in years, I felt…excited.

And what the queen wants, the queen gets.

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