Page 63 of Merciless Queen
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you what happens to needy little whores who don’t listen.”
She caressed my ass, causing me to moan. I wanted her. I felt like a sick, depraved woman for wanting her like this, but my body was practically begging her. How could I want this with her after ten years of abuse? Why was I getting off on the idea of her hurting me and fucking me like everyone else had? There was something wrong with me. Right? Shouldn’t I have wanted sensual and soft sex instead of disastrous and brutal?
She pulled me down slightly, her knee slipping between my thighs and hitting my cunt. I grinded against her like a horny teenager, trying to get off. Her hand met my right ass cheek, leaving a sting behind before she did the same thing to my left. Heat burned my cheeks, my breathing becoming more erratic, and my clit throbbed, needing friction or her mouth to send me to oblivion.
Caterina got a steady rhythm going, the sound of skin on skin echoing through her room sounding like roars of thunder. If anyone walked in here, they would think we were having intense sex instead of her spanking my bare ass.
“Oh,” I whimpered, gripping onto the desk. “Please, Caterina.” I ground my pussy against her leg, and I shuddered. My body was so needy, I could come just from fucking her thigh like I did that one morning. I would prefer her hands or her mouth, but I was not picky right now. I just needed to come before my entire being combusted.
“What does my pretty little whore need?”
“You!” I screamed. “God, please.”
She flipped me over onto my back, nuzzling her body between my thighs. “This pretty pussy belongs to me, and no one else. Say it.”
Say it.
I shook the memory from my head. She was not him. I was safe with her. Everything she was doing was of my own free will, even if it was slightly depraved.
“Yes!” I forced out. “My pussy is yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right, baby. You are mine.”
I gasped when she ripped my sleep shirt like it was a thin piece of paper and not cotton. The fabric dropped at my side, leaving me completely exposed to her. Her body dropped between my thighs, spreading me wide. She had a perfect view of my pussy, and I knew I was soaked.
My ass was still burning from her spanks, and my pussy was throbbing with a need only she could satisfy. Why did I want her to be rough with me? Why did I want her to fuck me with her hand wrapped around my throat, bringing me to the brink and letting me crash land back to earth? She saved me. I knew she'd never hurt me like he did or any of those other men. She calmed the demons clawing at my subconscious, begging to be released to terrorize me and drag me under a dark abyss.
I lifted myself up on my elbows, watching her intense gaze on my naked pussy. She was eyeing me like she wanted to devour me whole, and goddamn it, I was going to let her. Caterina kissed my inner thighs, nipping my skin. Her mouth wasn’t on my pussy yet, and I already felt like I was going to explode.
Her eyes peered up at me with a sly smirk spread across her lips. “Between your legs is the closest thing I’ll get to heaven. My own personal paradise I never want to leave.” And then she was on me. Her lips locked around my clit as she plunged two fingers deep inside me, stretching me wide.
She was not gentle, but fuck, she was hitting every spot. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, faster and faster until I was crying out and she was pushing down my arching hips. I threw my head back, gripping my breasts as the pleasure built upinside me. God. She was talented with her tongue. How could something like this feel so good? Did sex always feel like this? The intensity. The bond. Thelove.
I couldn’t be in love with her.
She couldn’t love me. Caterina already made that a ground rule. Everything could be done, but she couldn’t love me. It was a weakness.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” I cried out, my thighs shaking as she continued to destroy me. “Oh, God! Caterina!” When her name fell from my lips, she groaned, which sent ripples through my throbbing core.
Once she was satisfied and I was mush on her desk, she finally rose up and leaned over me, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss. This was something I never experienced. None of the men, besides Vincenzo, kissed me. None of them went down on me. I was, in their words,disgusting used pussy, yet everyone still wanted me. I was their favorite.
Tasting myself on her lips was something completely euphoric. It was hot. Fuck. She really went in and devoured me like a starved man. She pulled her lips from mine and tapped my bottom lip with her middle and ring finger. I opened my mouth, taking her fingers in and sucking them clean. I moaned while tasting myself.
“You are delicious. I can stay between your thighs for hours, and I still won’t be satisfied.”
“I-Is it really that good?”
“Oh yes.”
I sucked in my bottom lip as she pulled me up. My arms wrapped around her waist. “C-Can I taste you?”
She arched her brow. “Have you ever gone down on a girl before?”
I frowned. “N-No. I’ve only been forced to…” I trailed off, seeing all the men who forced me to my knees and suffocated me.
“Hey, come back to me. It’s okay. I was curious as to what you experienced freely, I didn’t realize. But yes, I prefer oral after I’ve showered. It’s a personal preference for me when I let women taste me.”
