Page 55 of Merciless Queen
“Is it working?”
Caterina pulled me on top of her, my hips straddling her thigh as I peered down at her. “You want your pleasure? Take it. Use me,bellissima.”
Confusion washed over my face. “H-How? I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll teach you. Whatever you want. Now you just move your hips. Up and down or in a circle. Whatever feels good. Now grind that pretty pussy on my thigh.”
I circled my hips, grinding my pussy on her thigh as the friction caused pleasure to bubble in my core. Caterina gently gripped my hips, her hands resting on me, her tantalizing green eyes looking at me, waiting for consent. She was a remarkable woman, caring for me and my trauma. I nodded, giving her permission to touch me, needing her wicked touch as I moved my hips faster. Her fingers trailed under the shirt, dancing along my skin. I ripped it off my body to give her a full view of my naked chest.
Caterina cupped them, toying with my nipples and sending more pleasure soaring down my spine and directly to my clit. “There you go, pretty girl,” she praised.
“Oh,” I whimpered, falling forward. Caterina continued to grind her thigh against me, sending me closer to the edge. “Kiss me, please.”
She grasped my jaw, carefully pulling me down and slamming her lips to mine in a scorching kiss. My back arched as I whimpered, my orgasm dampening her thigh. She wrapped her arms around me as I collapsed, her lips still on mine as she devoured me. Her hands explored my body, and I sank into her touch. This was…This was the kissing that they wrote books about. Kissing her felt like a spark igniting the dark, a wildfire rushing through my veins.
I pulled away, catching my breath and looking into her green eyes. They were dilated, and her lips were red and swollen from our kisses. “Wow. That’s what kissing should be like?”
“Yes, princess. That’s exactly how kissing should be.”
“Can we do that more? I like it. I like how you feel.”
She brushed my hair out of my face. “We can do whatever you want. I told you, we can experience everything you missed out on.”
I collapsed back onto the bed, kicking my leg over hers, and sank into her touch. “I feel safe with you, and it terrifies me. Why does it scare me?”
“You never had that safety in your life, so this feeling is foreign and scary.”
I shrugged. “You scared me in the beginning. But now, you’re saving me.”
“I’ll always save you.”
I’ll always save you.It made my heart dance. “Thank you. Uhm also, why do you have a dino tattooed on your right butt cheek?”
She groaned. “I was drunk and let Spencer tattoo anything she wanted. She thought a T-Rex in a party hat would be hilarious. She has a pterodactyl with a party hat on her left ass cheek, so she says they’re matching best friend tattoos.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s actually cute.” I sat back, getting comfortable in her arms, and finally decided to ask the question that was burning a hole in my mind. “Our first night, you said I didn’t need a safe word. What’s a safe word and why would I need it?”
“A safe word is used with BDSM. I like to be rough with my partners. I enjoy being in control of their pleasure. I enjoy bondage, orgasm control and denial, gagging my partner, and using their body for my own pleasure. But I get my pleasure from pleasing my partner. I like over stimulation and edging. I like giving my partner pleasure, but I also like edging them until they beg or overstimulate until they beg me to stop.”
“D-Do you stop?”
“If the safe word is used, yes. There are some aspects of BDSM and certain scenes wherenoandstopcan be a part ofthe scene. There is nothing wrong with it. I can see the concern in your eyes,” she said, and I diverted my eyes. “Sex can be fun and addicting with the right partners. Sex isn’t black and white. There’s so many dimensions to it.”
I furrowed my brows, looking back up at her. How could sex be roughandenjoyable? “If I wanted you to be rough with me, would you?”
“Maybe in the future. But right now, you are learning what you like and still trying to process everything that happened to you.”
I snuggled into her. “Can you teach me how to defend myself?”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “If anything happens. I don’t want to be scared anymore. If anything does happen because Vincenzo is merciless, I want the chance to protect myself. I want to fight if anyone tries to touch me again. I don’t want to be the same scared little girl I’ve been for the last ten years.”
“Lucky for you, I already have the best person for the job coming to train with you. She’ll be here in a few days. Now, what do you want to do today? Elizabeth mentioned that you’ve wanted to try things?”
I nodded. “A decade passed while I was trapped. I don’t remember a lot of things or how certain things taste. I want to feel the wind in my face, the sun on my skin outside of the perimeter. The house is beautiful, but I need freedom. I want normalcy back in my life.”
“Let’s get dressed then. I’ll take us to my favorite coffee shop.”
