Queen

He didn't respond to my question, his hand simply dropped to his side and he smiled at me with a single nod.

It unnerved me again.

I didn't know if it was because of the dried blood staining his body or the fact that I knew every time he smiled, there was a chance that it was a complete farce. He could be cold when he wanted to, calculating without even trying, and he could manipulate me like fucking silly buddy in his fingers.

I was a fool for him.

I didn't even know why I continued to challenge him. I squirmed under his gaze. "Stand up."

The make me was on the tip of my tongue but I bit it back and did as he said. He regarded me with a nod as if I'd made a smart choice and I held back a smile. See, I could be smart sometimes.

"Your wrists," he demanded. I held them out and he wrapped the leather around them with a practiced rigor that I couldn't help but watch. His long fingers were delicate yet strong and moved with intention, just like him.

"Where'd you learn to do this?" I asked him, making light conversation.

"I've tied a lot of people up, Princess," he said as he secured the buckle and loop.

A thought popped up in my head. "Any women?"

He paused, eyeing me. "Some."

"Any sexually?"

"Most, yes."

A bitter laugh escaped my mouth. "You know it's okay to lie to me sometimes, right?"

His mouth tilted up into a smile and he shook his head before letting go of my wrists. "Sit." I sat at the edge of the bed and he crouched on his hunches. "Does it bother you?"

"What?"

"The women before you."

Fuck yes! Anyone being with him that wasn't me bothered me- it enraged me, but I wasn't psychotic.

People were entitled to a past. I understood that.

So I settled on a, "No."

It seemed like the best answer at the moment, the most logical, but as I looked down at him, I wondered exactly how many women he had looked at like this. Touched like this.

"Hm." He hummed before tapping my leg. "Lie back."

I did as he said, and he kept a hand on my ankle, keeping me at the edge of the bed. When I was flat against the mattress, he pulled my leg over his shoulder. His warmed breath fanned my inner thigh, sending a sizzling trail of need straight to my pussy.

He had just fucking breathed on me and I was like a dog in heat- I was already ready to beg. But pride, the sweltering demon that it was, kept my mouth shut and left me to suffer in silence.

He placed a gentle kiss against my calf, dragging his mouth, wet and relentless to my inner thigh.  His finger hooked into my panties, his knuckle grazing my clit.

My breath caught as his finger lingered there, my center clenching as if it could reach out and claim his fingers. My body's reaction to him was so fucking obvious that it was embarrassing.

"I'll buy you new ones," he said.

"What-"

He snapped the material, tearing the last morsel of fabric I had left on my body and I let out a slow exhale. "You can't rip all my clothes, Syn," I argued.

He lifted himself over me, his knee on the bed between my legs. My breath faltered at the warmth radiating from his body.

"What is wrapping paper for if not to be torn away?" He whispered before lowering his mouth to mine for a quick kiss.

"It's fucking-" He kissed me again, leaving me breathless and stealing my words before pulling away. "-expensive ass paper."

He barely considered my words before saying, "Good thing I have a lot of money."

I rolled my eyes and he grabbed my wrists, lifting them above my head. He claimed my mouth with a ferocity that could rival that of a drowning man- as if he were sinking in the water and my lips were his oxygen.

I could feel the need radiating from his body and it matched my own as I writhed against his body for more. More kisses, more of his hands on me, more of his tongue- even if there were five of him on top of me, I'd need more.

He broke the kiss before kissing a sloppy trail down my neck. He claimed my breasts as he did with my mouth, his hand squeezing as he bit and sucked on my sensitive skin.

I brought my wrists to my chest, needing to hold something to me but he pushed them back, sending me a dazzling grin before continuing his relentless assault on my nipples.

I moaned, squirming under the weight of him, my body begging for relief that he wasn't inclined to give me just yet. I had tested him, I knew we were far from him giving me what I wanted.

He licked down my stomach and glanced up at me when he reached the apex of my thighs. I could feel his breath against my sex, practically teasing with the proximity. He eyed me and I narrowed my gaze back at him. He smiled and I knew right then that he wouldn't give me the satisfaction of-

His mouth engulfed my pussy and the world around me shattered as he sucked my clit, his tongue moving in a devastating swirl. His mouth moved with hunger, his tongue flicking and licking all over as if he'd been a starved man.

The pressure was building in my core but I resisted, the reminder of our little game ringing behind the heat flooding my ears. His teeth- a gentle bite against my clit served as a warning when I tried to pull back and I was back at his mercy. He rewarded me for my submission, his tongue moving flat against me and removing any memory of his bite.

He pushed two fingers into me and I moaned out. The unexpected delight only amplified as his thick thumb rubbed slow intoxicating circles in tangent with his tongue.

My toes curled, the exquisite amalgamation sending me full throttle toward the edge. Moans that didn't even sound like me left my mouth and everything in me was engulfed in flames created by him.

And I was more than willing to let myself burn in them.

Then it all just, stopped, snatching the air from my lungs. I heard him laugh from between my legs, the rumble sending a vibration- a spark through my body that kept those nerve endings bouncing from wall to wall ignited.

"Syn," I gritted out breathlessly, the air leaving and entering my body in spurs.

He looked up at me. "Ready to beg already?" He licked his fingers as he watched me and I swallowed a breath. There was no fucking way. I could already see that smug ass look in his eyes.

I shook my head. "No, not at all. I simply wanted to point out that the vibrator would've made me come by now."

"Hmm. We'll test that theory later."

What? He stood up before I could question him further and rolled his shoulders, irritation evident on his features. Had I done something?

"Scoot back," he muttered. "There's no fucking reason I should be this jealous of my goddamn hand."

I smiled a bit as he flexed his hands and arms, genuinely upset. I moved to do as he said, looking at each side of me to see which side I'd need to fall on to move up on the bed without looking like a fucking whale out of water. With a frown, I settled on mini bounces back until my feet lifted from the floor.

"Aaghh!" Syn screamed, leaning into my face with a grin. I looked at him in shock as his hands opened wide a few inches from my face before closing into fists as if I were some treasure he wasn't allowed to touch. "You're so fucking cute!" I smiled at the loving aggression and he moved toward me. "I forgot your hands were tied, I'll help you."

He lifted me, placing me a few feet back onto the bed and I sat in anticipation as he removed his briefs. My eyes landed on his cock, long and thick, standing at full attention, and my core clenched, mouth practically salivating.

He wrapped a hand around the base, giving himself slow strokes as he walked toward the bed and I swore in that moment I could've broken the restraints and jumped on him.

It was only when he laughed that my eyes moved back to him. Damn. I almost forgot he was actually attached to that thing.

My cheeks flushed at being caught so shamelessly but then I remembered who I was with...the man who watched my pussy intently after we fucked so he watch himself spill out of me.

So I got staring at his dick...he'd live.

I just wasn't sure if I would if he continued touching himself like that. He wasn't the only one jealous of his hand now.

"Princess," he began, his voice low. "I'm dying to bury myself in that sweet pussy..." My mouth dropped- how vulgar...I wanted him to say it again. "But I don't think you deserve it. You've truly pushed my limits today."

I wanted to bang my head against the wall. As hot as it all was, I needed him right the fuck now. I wondered suddenly if it were possible for a person to spontaneously combust, if it wasn't, I was very close to becoming a scientific phenomenon.

"I'm sorry," I apologized immediately- I'd apologize for fucking breathing with how down bad I was right now.

He smiled with a slight tilt of his head as he looked down at me. "How sorry?"

"Uh," I searched for the word. "Unexplainably?" Yes, so sorry that I couldn't even find the words to express how badly I felt- screw me. "Satisfied?"

"Not nearly," he whispered. "But if your mouth is incapable of forming the words I'm searching for then perhaps some assistance is what you need. Come."

I bit back a groan, my body feeling like a ton as I got on all fours. Crawling with hands tied was something I never imagined would be as difficult as it was. But within a few seconds and a lot of help from my legs, I made it to him.

He was distracted, his eyes on my behind and I mentally praised myself. So okay, I could've managed to make it here without swaying my ass so much. Oopsie!

I looked up at him and his eyes flicked back to mine, his eyes hooded with pure unadulterated want and desire. I was glad to see it wasn't only me who was affected. "Open your mouth, Princess."

My eyes flickered down to his dick, huge and his tip glistening with precum. I opened my mouth, tongue flat before moving my eyes back to him. He shook his head slowly, his hand holding my jaw. "I'll never fucking understand how I survived so many years without you."

Likewise.

He guided his tip into my mouth, slowly, my tongue tasting every thick inch of him. He went a bit further before stopping and my eyes watered a bit.

"Relax your throat. I know you can take more than that, Princess."

I exhaled through my nose, doing exactly as he said he pushed further into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, he let out a grunt of approval and tapped my cheek with his forefingers.

"That's my girl. I'm proud of you."

His words made me giddy- I was a grown-ass woman. The Queen of hell at that and here I was wanting to burst at the seams because of this man's praise. His cock was in my mouth and the need to please him in every way possible because of those few words struck me.

What the fuck happened to sisterhood...to feminism- I was a fucking traitor but I couldn't care. Until feminism could make me this fucking wet, it'd have to wait.

I thought up a quick apology to my sisters in solidarity before bobbing my head and giving him my all. He moved slowly, letting me take control of the pace I wanted to go until I was ready for him. When my jaw was slack, yearning for more, he obliged. His hand fisted my hair and he thrust in and out, his restraint clear from his tight grip. I appreciated it. He was too big as it and I liked my throat intact.

"Fuck, you are amazing," he said. I know.

Tears flowed down my cheeks at the pressure, my mouth filled with him, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled out. I took deep breaths, trying to steady myself as saliva fell down my chin. I didn't even want to see how the fuck I looked right now.

Before I could catch my breath any further, he cursed and grabbed my face, slamming his lips onto mine.

I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me like he'd been holding back this entire time. It was unpracticed, messy, and uninhibited as he licked all over my chin and mouth before taking my lips again. It was wild. I laughed against his mouth and he leaned into me, forcing me back onto my hind legs as I gave into him.

He pulled away, letting out a breath before staring down into my eyes. "You will beg." There was a desperation in his words- as if he didn't know if it'd be me or him and that had me smiling ear to ear.

I moved back, letting myself fall back onto the mattress before opening my legs. "Make me."

His gaze settled between my legs, that desperation being taken over by something darker. Something that challenged me and fought for dominance. "Have it your way, then."

He grabbed my leg, flipping me over and I yelped. My elbows were bent under me, my breathing ragged as he smacked my ass.

Hard.

I winced, burying my face into the bed and in an attempt to move away from him...I ended up exactly where he wanted me. I knew it the moment I felt the bed dip behind me and his hands on my hips.

He lined himself right at my entrance and without so much as a warning, thrust deep into me. My scream- filled with pleasure and pain was burrowed into the thick sheets of the bed.

He held it there for a few moments, imposing as ever, forcing me to adjust to his size- remind my pussy who exactly it belonged to.

I tried to move, the need for him to claim and extinguish that ache growing strong, but he held me in place.

The please was on the tip of my tongue, pounding against my gritted teeth for escape. "I won't hold it against you," he said, voice breathy as if he could read my mind. "This once. Give in to me and I will give you whatever it is you want."

"Syn..." I let out a muffled moan.

"Say it," he whispered, barely holding it together. He pulled out ever so slowly, leaving me almost empty before burying himself into me again- giving me a taste of what was to come if I said the words he wanted to hear.

The sample was just too damn sweet.

"Please!" I cried out.

"Please stop?" He asked me. "You need to be a lot more specific than that."

"Fuck me, Syn. Please," I choked out in frustration. "I want to come. Make me or I will do it my damn self!"

He chuckled. "Close enough- I'll take it."

His hands gripped at my hips and he thrust in and out of me, making me scream his name. He took me to my peak, filling me before pulling back and going straight back in and shattering my world all over again.

My body shook, heat rushing through my head as I buried it into the bed, my moans muffled by the sheets.

His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back up. "Nope, I want to hear you."

Pressure built between my legs with every maddening pump. My moans, his groans- the slapping of my ass against him every time he filled me, took me to the very edge.

I cried, tears falling down my cheeks as I begged him for more and he gave it to me. Every. Fucking. Thing. He held nothing back and every please was met with compliance and need before he took what he wanted from me.

I was close, I could see a bright call of euphoria beckoning me to free myself in its glory, but I served a greater entity. And he hadn't said I could come just yet.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, coming to a slow. "If you come now you'll have to wait for me. If you can take it, then go ahead, Princess."

I was seconds away from genuinely tweaking like a maniac so at his words, I let go and screamed my release which in the end felt less like a release and more like torture as he kept pounding into me.

My body couldn't even react before plunging me back to ground zero and letting him build me up all over again. My body felt weak, my legs threatening to give. They would have a long time ago if it weren't for him holding me in place.

I cried out, everything more intense and sensitive than the first time. I could barely hold it together anymore as tears poured down my face. "Okay, baby, alright," Syn pulled out giving me a kiss on my shoulder before flipping me on my back and spreading my legs.

I shook my head, my bound hands moving to his chest and he laughed, breathless before placing a hot kiss on my lips. "I think you have one more in there for me," he whispered, igniting something in me but there was no way I'd survive.

"I can't," my voice wasn't much louder than a whisper as I looked at him. He took that as a challenge.

"Wanna bet?" He whispered my previous words, teasing me before lifting my wrists above my head.

He leaned in for a kiss, drawing my permission from my lips as he entered me, slowly. His hand moved from my wrist to my arm, guiding and letting them fall around his shoulders.

"Wrap your legs around me, Princess," he instructed.

"You're trying to kill me," I pouted, doing as he said and he kissed me.

"'Not today."

He pulled out of me before slamming back in and I moaned out, shutting my eyes tight. My fingers turned into fists and I almost unraveled all over again right there.

"Look at me," he said, slowing. My eyes fluttered open to meet his and he looked deep into them. Deeper than anyone had ever before and my head swirled. "You with me?"

I nodded, "I'm with you."

My body shook under him as understanding passed through us. We were together. One.

"I love you so fucking much," I proclaimed with a cry and he tensed above me, letting out a short laugh. "More than love you, actually. We should get married today."

"Come for me, first," he gritted out and I knew he wasn't far behind. My core clenched around him, pulsing before I screamed out my climax. With another two pumps, he thrust into me and stilled, filling me with his release.

He cursed into my neck, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress and a surge of happiness shot through me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a koala as if he'd be plucked away if I didn't and he groaned. "Let me untie you, Princess," he said.

Hesitantly, I let him go and brought my wrists to him as he pulled out and sat up. He undid the binding, glancing at me every few seconds. When the leather was off my wrists, he placed a kiss on each of them and rubbed tender circles into them with his fingers.

We stayed quiet, the uncertainty of what would happen when we left this room circling the air. He placed a kiss against my palm and I cupped his cheek. "Are you with me?"

He looked at me deeply before nodding his head. "Always."

"Then we will figure everything out today."

He simply nodded, lowering himself to the bed and pulling my body against his. "I more than love you too, Princess. With everything in me...but never pour your heart out to me while I'm fucking you again."

"Mm. Why?"

"It makes me feel like a whore," he said. "It'd have the same effect as you calling me a good boy and I'm not sure I'm into that,"

"Syn?"

"Hm."

"Get off me."

"Okay. I can be very into it if you'd like," he backtracked, holding me even tighter and I laughed, shaking my head against him.

There was a storm waiting for us the moment we left the sanctuary of the cell. We'd entered it fractured, both of us wanting- begging the other to bend. And now we were leaving on the same fucking page for once.

I hoped, no matter what, what we'd built in here was strong enough to weather it all.

Even if it wasn't...I could always kidnap him again.

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Author's Note

Well, I hope y'all enjoyed hehehe🤭 I def enjoyed writing these and I hope yall can already see what type of book this is going to be😩
You're either in or you're out.

I'm must rest now and when I awaken, I will react to your thought✨ lmkkk❤️ Muah!