Page 135 of Mafie Queen

“Hey, Bro. Oh, shit.” Damien’s voice comes over the speaker clear as day. I don’t move, stunned with what he’s doing. Usually, when one of them gets me alone, they keep it that way.

“Did I say you could stop, Princess?” I shake my head and continue on my knees, crawling to him. I keep my eyes downcast because this is a bit much even for me.

“Eyes on me.” As he commands it, my eyes snap up, locking with his.

“Damn.” Damien sounds breathless.

“I do not need to see your dick, Damien.” Alexi’s gaze never leaves mine though. I try and fail not to smile as I obey.

When I reach his middle, kneeling between his legs, he takes my hair in his hand.

“Now, suck Daddy’s cock until you gag. I want your throat to choke on every last inch of me. I want it so fucking raw by the time we are done, you do not think of talking back to me ever again.”

I nod and slip him into my mouth, my hand curling around his base to pump him while I fit him as far as he will go. I gag and choke as spit drips from my chin. I do everything he asks.

The camera stays on me the whole time, and I can hear Damien’s grunts of approval. To anyone else this might seem like too much, but I know my dark knight. He is struggling and losing control of the world he tries so hard to rule.

I want to be his outlet, an offering on an altar just for him. I want to be used and taken. I want to be punished and thrown around. Because with him, those acts mean freedom from our own minds.

With the men I love, BDSM heals us on a level no one else can touch. So if he asked me to lick his perfectly polished dress shoes, I would do it and thank him like Daddy’s good girl.

His grip tightens on my hair as he pushes me past my limits. He makes good on the promise of me not talking back because I swear my vocal cords nearly snap with how far his cock is shoved down my esophagus. My nose touches his pelvis as my throat convulses around him.

I fight for air, relief, and when he gives it to me, I heave for breath. As soon as my lungs are full, he resumes punishing my throat until it’s as raw as my ass.

Alexi pulls out at the last second, yanking my head up so that his cum can decorate my face. Lev may be the one who loves a canvas, but Alexi paints his cum on my face with just as much talent and enthusiasm.

He sighs, rubbing two fingers around the mess and pushing it into my skin as if he were trying to claim me for all others to see.

“Now, stand up. I want you to show Damien what happens when you talk back.”

I do as I’m told, standing and turning so Damien can see the marks Alexi left. I doubt I will be able to sit straight for at least a week.

“Bend over and spread your legs. I want him to see how red your cunt is from my hand.”

Obeying, I bend, but a wave of dizziness hits me. I sway slightly and can just make out Alexi placing the phone down after cutting Damien off and ending the call. He comes to my side and helps me upright before hoisting me into his arms.

My head swims, but it doesn’t go black. Nor does my subconscious seem to fade. It just feels fuzzy.

Cool water touches my lips as a cloth wipes my face. The sensations help bring me back to normal. Well, as normal as a girl can be after she was just punished and edged within an inch of her life.

Alexi watches me, but I let my body curl into him. I think we’re in the bathroom when he moves me to the bed.

“You did so good, Princess.”

“Hmm,” I hum into his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“No, not Daddy. Not now.”

He kisses me softly, softer than Alexi has ever done anything with me. His fingers roam my body gently, and I have to open my eyes to stare at him because I feel like he’s been replaced with someone else.

“What do you mean not now?”

“Now, it is my turn to apologize.”

He kisses my neck, my chest. Everywhere his lips touch feels like a fire is left in their wake.

“You don’t need to apologize, Batman. I get it.”

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