Page 51 of Monarch
She is falling in love with Mari. Or at the very least, she wants to be fucked by her.
And that I do not want to witness.
I am no stranger to self-inflicted pain, but I will not put myself through that.
I drain my glass, slam it back onto the bar behind me, and then march out of the room. The soft light in the corridor outside is more of a shock than it should be, and I find myself blinking furiously as I head to the stairs and descend them quickly. It’s almost like I’m trying to stop myself from crying. I ignore Nadia, who is talking on the phone but tries to catch my eye. It’s not as easy to slip past Joel, who is exactly where he was when I walked in, standing in the very front lobby.
“Well, that was quick,” he says, not exactly giving me space to walk past.
I don’t have a problem with Joel, but he definitely has a problem with me. I get it. His loyalty is with Roos, who he’s known a lot longer than he’s known me. It’s only because of Roos that he knows me, but we have always gotten along. Or we used to.
“Not really my thing tonight,” I explain, knowing that the chances of him reporting our conversation back to Roos and Mari are high.
He snorts. “Is that right?”
“Do you give all the members such a grilling on their way out?” I tilt my head to the side. I can play his game if he wants.
“Only the ones who treat my friends like shit.” His voice is low.
“Jesus, someone else who thinks Roos can’t stand up for herself. You do know she’s a grown woman, right? She doesn’t need people fighting her battles for her.”
Joel’s expression turns sly. “So you agree you’re a problem for her?”
I swallow down a hot ball of defiance. “Look, I’m on my way out so, you know, just let me leave.”
“I shouldn’t have let you in in the first place.”
It’s my turn to give him a smug look. “Well, that wouldn’t be keeping with the QISS ethos now, would it?”
Joel’s shoulders expand as he sucks in a breath. “If it were up to me, you’d be banned already.”
“Well, it’s not up to you.” A thought crosses my mind. “In fact, it’s my understanding the only way I’d be banned is if Roos asked you to officially request it. Which means…” I pause for effect because sometimes, I am that cunty. “She hasn’t requested it.”
“Doesn’t mean she wants you around her.” Joel steps closer to me, and I take full advantage of his momentum by slipping past him.
“So everyone keeps telling me.” I pull the door open but don’t walk out. I turn back to Joel. “Everyone except Roos. See you around, Joel.”
I rush out and let the door slam behind me. As I walk out into the night, I’m surprised to realise I have a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mari
“Oh, God, Mari, yes,” Roos whimpers in my arms as I continue to play with her.
This is not how I expected or planned to take Roos. We’re both still on the floor of the stage. She is lying between my open legs, and I have one hand on her pretty little dick and the other gripping her face so she looks at me as I take her over the edge.
When I’d been spanking her, I’d fantasized about fucking in a private room. I assume this place is full of them. Or going back to her place, or my hotel room. I’d imagined passionate lovemaking, careful touches because of the damage done to her thighs and butt. A massage, even. Aloe vera and candles. Aftercare for hours.
But after Roos had collapsed into my arms, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she’d looked at me and begged. Begged with her eyes and begged with her words.
“Please, Mx Mari. Now. I need you. Please take me.”
So I am. I’m taking her pleasure like it’s my own. I’m taking control of her body, while she continues to control my mind. I’m giving her what she needs, knowing I need it just as much. Which is why I roll my hips into her back. There’s enough friction behind the fly of my jeans that I have some pressure on my clit, which has been swollen and throbbing since Mother Maria’s first strike of her riding crop, but I don’t know if I will come.
I also don’t care. All my energy, all my focus is on Roos and making her orgasm, yes, but really, more than that, I want to makeher come undone. That’s what she said she needed. To feel. Pain, pleasure, everything. That’s what I want to give her.
So I move my hand quickly, trying to desperately imitate a vibrator around her sensitive tip. I maintain eye contact as I keep her gaze fixed on mine. And I tell her just how much she means to me.
