Page 33 of Her Cruel Empire
I guide her to stand and then lead her to the bed, pushing her down against silk sheets. Her body responds to mine with that devastating honesty just as it did last night—no performance, no design. Just pure need and unequivocal trust.
She is so much more vulnerable than she knows.
I pin her wrists above her head. Hold her in place as I kiss her deeply, tongue plunging into her mouth. Taking, taking, taking.
I leave her gasping when I pull back. She tries to lean up, to find my mouth again. “Don’t move,” I tell her. “You stay right there.”
I stand to strip out of my own clothes, taking my time, enjoying the way her gaze lingers over my body. Naked, I move back over her, and Robin’s hands go to my hips. I guide her lips to whereI want them, and smile as I feel her tongue swirling around my nipple. “Good girl. Suck.”
Robin closes her lips around me and sucks gently, teasing the bud to hardness, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Her tongue licks softly, and then she sucks again, harder, making me moan. My hands tangle in her hair. She moves her mouth to my other breast, and her fingers start playing with the slick nipple, rolling it between her fingertips and pinching softly.
“Oh, yes. Like that.” I close my eyes, enjoying her touch, her mouth. Her tongue licks, swirls, circles. Teasing, licking, sucking. My hands tighten in her hair. “Yes, that’s a good start,” I tell her, stroking her hair. “But now I need that sweet little mouth somewhere else.”
I climb higher over her, guiding her mouth to my cunt. “Let’s use that talented tongue of yours,” I murmur. A moment later, her tongue finds my clit, and she laps eagerly, making me buck and shiver. “That’s it. Oh, that feels good.”
Robin moans beneath me, her lips and tongue working, sucking and licking, kissing and teasing. Her hands grasp my thighs, nails digging in.
She’s enjoying herself.
“Yes, come on,” I breathe. “More. Make me come all over that gorgeous face.”
I ride her mouth hard, her tongue sliding inside me, flicking across my clit, her fingers squeezing at my ass, pulling me closer. She moans, the vibration shooting through me and bringing me closer to the edge.
I rock faster, reach down behind myself to grab at one of her tits, the flesh warm and soft, her nipple stone hard. “You’re mine now, little bird,” I pant. “Aren’t you?”
She can’t answer, but her mouth doesn’t stop. I groan, buck, press harder against her face. She’s so eager, her tongue by turns soft and hard and hot?—
I come with a sharp cry, hips jerking , making sure I smear my scent all over her face.
And now it’s time I finally tasted her.
I roll off, get to my feet, and grab her ankles, yanking her down the bed. She gives a little gasp-laugh that sends another shudder of pleasure through me. “Knees up,” I tell her. “Hold your legs open for me. Show me that pretty little cunt.”
Robin actually flushes, but obediently lifts her knees and spreads them, holding them in place and exposing her pussy to my hungry eyes. A surge of triumph rises in my chest.
“Already soaking for me.” I slide a finger over the wet lips. “I bet you taste like strawberries and cream. Let’s find out.” I let her watch me raise my finger to my lips, licking her sweetness off with a soft hum.
Then I’m back on the bed, crawling between her legs. “Mm, this tasty little thing is mine,” I say, letting the heat in my voice melt into a low, sensual tone. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it,” Robin gasps, her chest heaving. “Please.”
“Not good enough.” I lean closer, nuzzling her inner thigh. She shudders.
“Please, I want your mouth. On my pussy. Please.”
“Such a dirty little girl,” I whisper. “I think I’ll make you wait.”
Robin whines, squirming under me. Her legs try to close, but I’m between them. “Eva, please,” she whispers. “Make me come.”
“You’ll have to wait.”
She groans, arching up, but I hold her hips down and slide two fingers inside her instead, watching her face as I do. Her eyelids flutter shut, and her mouth opens soundlessly.
“I can see you like having something inside that greedy little cunt,” I say conversationally, as if we’re talking about the weather. “And I’d like to fuck you with a strap-on before our time together is up. Would you like that?”
Robin shudders. “Yes.”
“Yes. Because you’re my agreeable little toy, aren’t you?”
