Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
My breath hitched.
I stroked again. “Q-queen. . .please. . .”
My thighs shook beneath me.
Still, she didn’t touch me.
Still, she didn’t give me permission to touch her.
She simply leaned forward again, and whispered, “Now stop.”
My hand froze in place, my grip was still tight around my shaft. The denial was a hot knife in my gut, but I complied. In the hazy fog of lust, there was a semblance of clarity. This woman had enraptured me completely—her power over me was absolute.
The way she wielded her sexuality was like a weapon.
Dangerous.
Intoxicating.
Somehow. . .I removed my hand from my cock, and the absence of touch immediately made me yearn for more. “Queen. . .please. . .”
“Please what?”
“I want to eat your pussy, fuck you, then eat your pussy some more, then stuff my cock in your mouth, make you choke on my cum, and then take it out and fuck you hard in your ass, make you unable to walk tomorrow.”
She blinked in shock.
Yeah. Hiroko didn’t give you a lesson for how to deal with that. Did she?
And then I saw it—that flicker. The tremble in her thighs. The way her breath hitched for just a moment, barely perceptible, but enough for a man like me to feel it like a seismic shift.
Her nipples, already stiff, now strained harder against the air. Her chest rose, faster and shallower.
Yeah. You want that too. Don’t you?
Her fingers twitched slightly on the armrest again, not in control—but in bare restraint. I understood more than I needed from seeing all those signs. She was just as close to falling as I was.
My Queen.
My sensual tormentor.
My flame.
She was hanging by a thread too. And fuck if that didn’t make me smirk. Even here—cock out, knees bruised, heart in her hands—I still had her.
My submission was still power.
My restraint, her seduction.
And my arousal?
Her undoing.
She cleared her throat and studied me. “Have you ever heard of a Queening Throne?”
“No, Queen.”
“This is it.” She pointed to the throne she sat on. “In middle ages, many women of wealth had male tongue slaves that would serve them whenever their husbands were away.”
“Mmmm.”
“The idea of only sitting on a man's face would allow them to experience some pleasure but remain faithful to their husbands.”
As she spoke, the image crashed through my mind like a fever dream I hadn’t known I needed. A wealthy woman—middle-aged, bored, aching—trapped in some cold castle. Her husband gone to war or tucked in someone else’s bed.
And beneath the lonely wealthy woman, a man’s face and her cunt descending onto his mouth, burying his breath in her warmth.
His tongue serving.
Her moans echoing through stone halls.
Fuck yeah.
Right now. . .I ached to be that man for Nyomi.
“Lay down.” She pointed to the hole between her thighs. “Right there.”
My cock twitched with renewed hunger.
I smirked. “Lay down, Queen?”
“On your back, Dragon.” Her eyes dragged over my body. “And slide your head beneath my throne.”
Damn right I will.
She continued, “You see. . .my king is gone and I am very bored, so. . .I expect you to serve me.”
And that was when it hit me.
She was role-playing.
My Tiger Queen was slipping into an erotic fantasy—casting me as some tongue-thirsty servant while she played the bored duchess on her queening throne, abandoned by her king.
I should’ve easily respected the game, but blood pounded behind my eyes, thick with possession.
I looked up at her, still kneeling, cock heavy and jutting. “Queen.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”
“I will do as you please. . .but understand this. When your king returns, I will kill him.”
She widened her eyes in fear. “W-what?”
I let the weight of my words settle between us. “Because this is my pussy. And I am the only one who will ever serve you. Not even in role play can I stomach the idea of another man between your thighs.”
She blinked and then looked close to laughing, but did a good job of hiding it. “Well. . .understood.”
Then, I was already moving, as if my bones belonged to her now. I lowered, sliding to the cold marble floor. My cock bobbed with every shift. The ache in my thighs barely registered. All that mattered was obeying her order.
Once I got on the floor, I turned around, inched back, and positioned my head on the cushion.
And the sight!
Her pussy glistened right above me, lips still flushed from arousal. The view was heavenly obscene. Divine. I almost wept. Even more, I was paralyzed in absolute erotic obedience.
I exhaled like a dying man finding air again. “Queen. . .”
From above, she peered down at me with a wicked smile curving those lips. “Good little Dragon.”
Fuck yeah. I’m a good little Dragon. Wait until you meet my tongue. I’ll show you and your pussy.
Right when I thought she was going to tell me to lick her pussy, she moved to grab something from the side of the throne.