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Her teeth grab her bottom lip when she sees my erection for her. With hesitant steps, her body adjusts to the erotic intrusion, reaching for her handbag on my throne. I lick my lips when she lifts her skirt and tucks a little silver bullet into her panties, right over her clitoris, before she hands the remote to me.
“Good girl.” I slide it into my pocket before grabbing her leash. “Now, all night, I’ll test you. I’ll make your pussy drip but you can’t come. No matter what you feel or what you hear.” I tug her chain. “You don’t come for your king until I fuck your ass.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
RUBY
Axel blindfolds me.
He said he wanted me to watch an initiation, when really, he wants me to feel it.
I kneel on a soft pillow while he caresses my head in his lap. A lace bondage mask and silk blindfold hide my hair, face, and eyes. Only my ruby lips are revealed.
But I get the impression through whispers that all are intrigued by our display.
I can feel Axel’s erection pressed against my cheek. I sense the poignant moments and passion in the air. I hear every reverent and erotic word said. And I fight the maddening buzz of the vibrator against my clit.
In holy moments that sound like the wedding of Nash to Vale, officiated by Sire and Axel, he clicks off the vibrator and lets me breathe.
In hot moments, like when Nash tells Vale, “Show my brothers what’s mine to fuck,” Axel tortures me, igniting the luscious hum against my aching pussy, my panties soaked, while the toy in my ass only intensifies the sensation.
I hear Nash spanking Vale before taunting herwhile she sucks his cock. I hear the other queens admire some toy he’s torturing her with. Then, Vale begs him to fuck her ass, and I hear Axel bark at him minutes later, “She needs to come like that,” he orders. “If she doesn’t like it, stop.”
God, I love that about him.
Axel was born to dominate. He will stalk, chase, claim, and kill, but he will never take.
“No, I love it. I love Nash.” Vale’s consent is demanding: “Don’t stop. I want it.”
I bite my lip at the lust in her voice and fight mine. But when she says, “Yes, Daddy, fill my ass with your cum,” I shudder, stifling my moan with a dangerously close orgasm.
Axel clicks the bullet off, and I pant against his thigh. Holding my lace-covered cheek against his thick cock, he’s taunting me with what he’ll give me tonight.
Finally, their sex ends, their breath panting as murmurs of approval fill the room. Then it sounds like some rise to get more drinks. Like that was the wedding, and the reception is next.
But Axel doesn’t rise, and obediently, I kneel.
My legs and back are starting to cramp, but I’m too stubborn to protest. There’s something about this ultimate submission that gives me supreme power. I can feel the praise in Axel’s touch, loving our bond.
A heavy knock raps on the door, making me jump. Voices fall silent as thudding, booted feet enter the room.
Who is it?
Who wasn’t here before?
I don’t know. I just hear Sire clear his throat, proclaiming, “Now that all are present, let us continue.”
It sounds like another ceremony, but it’s between Nash, Vale, and Jace this time. My ears strain to hear this part since Axel said he’ll allow Grant to be my second king.
At first, it sounds like Jace is so serious and sweet, agreeing to protect Vale, too.
But then Axel chimes in, “Each queen decides how to receive a second king. A queen may receive more than two kings if that is her or his desire, for we are here to honor our queen’s flesh. Be it tonight or any other, we always serve our queens.”
But Axel’s hand, caressing my head, holds it even tighter, not cruelly, with jealousy. No, his hand feels warm and fierce with protection, almost shaking with …with fear?
No. Fury.
Only Axel and I know about his father finding them, and The Queen isn’t here. I haven’t heard her, so it’s only the kings with their new queens gathered.