Page 55 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
The answer to that is no. But I don't tell him.
He grabs my top and rips it down the middle. I’m lying bound and exposed, and I want more. He lowers his head and glides his tongue over my pussy, then plants a soft kiss on it. More kisses shower my body. “God, your body is so soft and perfect.” He reaches my breasts and lays soft, peppering kisses on both. He moves to my nipple and bites one, then crosses to the other. “That was for trying to escape.” He sits up. I lookdown, and his hand is gripping his cock. There is no stopping this. He rubs his cock up and down the outside of my pussy.
“Oh god.” I pull on the restraints, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“This is for the limp-dick comment.” He continues to torture me. If he keeps doing this, I'm going to come. He stops and pulls back. Then he does it again. I can see the precum dripping from his dick. My mouth waters. “Beg for it,” he orders me.
“Never.”
His hand goes to my nipple and pinches it. I buck my hips off the bed. The pleasure skyrockets through my body.
“Beg for it.”
“No.”
He moves to the other nipple and does it again. I refuse to give in. He pulls back, and I can feel him adjust himself.
His hands grab my waist. “Just this once, I'll let it go. I can’t hold back any longer.Baby, I'm not wearing a condom. I know we’re both clean. And you won’t be fucking anyone else. But I need you to say yes.”
The haze of desire and lust is interrupted by a request for consent from him. That alone is everything. I nod. “Yes.”
In one intense thrust, he slams into me.
“Oh fuck!”
He pulls out and does it again. “This is for saying you’re going to fuck that nobody Frank.” He fucks me with such vigor. “This pussy belongs to me. Do you fucking understand?”
Jesus, what the hell is happening? This is just him saying these things in the moment. So I decide to go with it.
“Yes, Miles.”
“Say it again,” he commands as he pounds into me. I can feel all of him.
“Yes, Miles!” I feel the tingle in my spine. Fuck, that was fast.
“Veronica, I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick.” He pulls out, and the feeling passes. Then he slams into me again. He’s torturing me by denying me my release. My whimpers begin to turn into cries.
“Please,” I beg.
“Come with me, baby.”
And I do, right along with him. I feel his throbbing cock fill me with his cum. My climax continues to milk him. He pulls out, and I feel my pussy dripping.
“I’m not done with you.”
He moves over me and unties my wrists. He takes one and kisses the indentations of the strap, then does the same to the other. He positions himself at my entrance and enters me again. Without warning, he sits on the bed and pulls me up to him.
“Now wrap those legs around me and bounce on my dick. Use me. Take it out on me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Scratch me. Bite me. Do whatever you want to me, baby. I know you have it in you.”
I can feel my pussy tighten around his dick at the permission to hurt him. I use his shoulder as an anchor, and I start to bounce on his dick.
“Oh fuck.” I’ve never had this power over anyone. I want more. My hands go to his hair, and I pull it back. I lick his neck. Then I leave a trail of bite marks up to his chin until I reach his lips. I kiss him and bite his lips. He hisses but doesn’t stop me.
“Why are you letting me hurt you?” I ask, moaning.
