Page 20 of Brutal Queen

We continue like this for the next half an hour, peeling and chopping. The soft thud of our knives as they hit the wood calming my racing mind much better than the pacing I’d been doing.

“Okay, then. What now?”

“Now we sauté the garlic. Or well, I do. You can get us a glass of wine from the larder. You can’t cook Italian food without wine.”

It doesn’t take me long to find a nice Montepulciano. I open it first under the pretence that the time it will take to find some wine glasses in the dishwasher is enough time for it to breathe. While I may have been brought up to know proper wine etiquette, nobody’s got time for that kind of shit. Any sort of refined palette my father tried to instil in me has long been replaced by a love of eating and drinking whatever I like.

And dicking whoever I like, come to think of it. Although I would argue my taste in men and women is impeccable. There, my palette is unquestionable.

I would love nothing more than to bend my little queen over this counter and bury my cock in her, but that’s not what she needs right now. The look on her face reminds me of Enzo’s the night we washed her hair when she first came home to us. She needs to do something for him, and until he walks through that door, this is it.

I bimble around the kitchen in the periphery, tidying up after her, washing and drying the dishes, leaving her to zone out as she tinkers with her sauce. She’s adorable, standingbehind the massive stainless-steel pot. I can barely see her over the top of it. I head back to the larder and get the little steps we keep in there to reach the top shelves. She doesn’t notice as I place it down beside her, so I lift her onto it.

The shocked squeak that bursts out from her is equally adorable.

“There, now you can see what you’re doing,” I say as I stand behind her, keeping one arm coiled around her waist while I use the other to pull her long dark tresses away from her neck so I can nip and nuzzle at her nape. “You carry on, ignore me.”

“That’s kind of difficult when you're biting my neck like a horny vampire.”

“Are you complaining, Aurora?” I purr, before I scrape my teeth along her pulse point, waiting for her answer. I’m rewarded with a soft moan as she shakes her head, while a quiet “nuh-uh” escapes her.

I have an idea. A way to help soothe her.

Sliding my hand under the waistband of what I assume are my sweats she’s wearing, I find her bare and can’t stop the moan that rumbles in my throat. She whimpers as the sound vibrates against her neck. I always love how sensitive she is here; it’s like having an orgasm shortcut.

We’ve learned that one of the most enjoyable ways to get her to comewithoutour cocks is with three strategically placed tongues. One feasting on her pussy, one lavishing her tits, and one right here, sucking and pulling where the slope of her neck meets her collarbone. The way she falls apart for us when we ravish her like that is heaven. Sometimes I think her cries of ecstasy and the taste of her pretty cunt could sustain me forever.

I move without thinking. One hand burrows under her shirt, palming her breasts, the other now toying with her slickfolds. Keeping a steady pressure on her throat, I move my fingers in time with the roll of my tongue. Circling her clit in a figure-eight, careful to tease the bundle of nerves in slow sweeping passes, bringing her to the brink but not allowing her to come.

Not yet.

“In a minute, you’re going to give me what I want.”

“What do you want, Benedict?” she croons.

“I want your cum soaking my hand, and your cries wringing in my ears. But not until I give you permission,mia reginetta.”

“I can get on board with that,” she says with a giggle before I move my hand to her throat to replace my mouth.

“Then I’m going to bend you over the counter, fuck you hard, and fill you up,” I rasp, pressing my rigid length against her ass and appreciating the added height from the little stool, as my cock is cushioned between her cheeks. “Do you want that, Aurora? Me taking what I want from you and your eager little pussy?”

“Oh fuck, yes,” she pleads, her tone and compliance confirming how easily she’s slipping into a submissive head space.

“I’ve been thinking recently about how often I’m overcome with the desire to strip you naked, bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, and fill you to the fucking brim.” Her legs buckle at my words. “Would you like that? Have me take what I want, whenever I want it? Use you like my fucktoy on demand?”

I release her neck, returning my attention to her breasts. Her nipples peak as I take my time rolling each bud between my thumb and forefinger, tugging and pinching just to make her moan the way I like. I love her noises, every single one ofthem. They make my cock leak and my balls tighten in anticipation.

I stop toying with her clit and thrust two fingers inside her, her walls tightening around them.

“Your pussy never lies,” I growl. “Do you like the idea of me taking you whenever I want?”

I can’t help but chuckle as her pussy clenches in response. “Just what I thought. That’s definitely something we’re going to explore,mia reginetta. But right now I want you begging for my permission to come.”

“Please, Benny, please let me come. I need it. Please,” she whines.

My fingers glide up to her swollen clit and pinch and roll in time with the gentle tugs and squeezes on her firm tits. As soon as I bite down on her nape, she shatters. Loudly. Her arms fall to her sides as she goes limp and the wooden spoon falls to the floor.

With her orgasm still rolling through her, I hoist her off the stool and lay her face down on the kitchen island. Her legs dangle, making it easier for me to wrench down her sweatpants and cast them aside.

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