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I wasn’t sure if taking her toAmbrosiawas the right move, but watching her eyes sparkle as we walked through the doors of my club, the familiar blue lights bouncing off the walls, made the trip far worth it. I could tell that she was uncomfortable, and it took a moment before our paces matched, keeping her from being tugged on senselessly by my leash, but she wore the mask of confidence well, making me swell with pride. What a good fucking girl she was.

This trip would be far different than her first, that I would assure her.

Servers greeted me like they would any ruler, bringing me goblet after goblet of blood, and fawning over Cecelia from a safe distance. All eyes were on us, but that was a phenomenon I was used to. My eyes focused on no one but her and the way her lips wrapped around a cherry that I placed on her tongue.

I could see howAmbrosiasoothed her after a while, each step she took, each drink she sipped, made her giddy.

“Baby, let’s go sit. Come watch my kingdom with me,”

I led her to my throne, a large black seat on a platform that overlooked the dance floor. It was regal, fit for a goddess, and it was my favorite part aboutAmbrosia, rivaling my glass office above us. It was a staple of the club, people would come from either end of the city to get a glimpse of me sitting atop it.

I grabbed Cecelia by the waist, sat her on my lap, and toyed with the fabric that held us together. No one, not even Narcissa, had ever shared this space with me. It made the entire night feel likemore, like the shift in the air meant something to both of us.

We watched the crowd as they danced. “I thought they would be paying attention to us,” she whispered in admission, though she couldn’t see my nod.

“The people in this place come to dance, get drunk, and be drunk,” I pointed with a long slender finger towards a couple in the middle of the floor, a male’s mouth locked onto the neck of his partner’s. Cecelia followed my hand, and I could feel her shiver as she noticed them. They moved together in tandem, drinker, and donator. “They bow to me, but here, they submit to each other.” Shyly, she turned away.

“Watch them,” I commanded, bucking my knee so that she let out a small yelp. She abided, and I could see her interest intensify the longer she watched. My hands moved up and down her body, fondling her breasts absentmindedly. I tugged at her collar with one hand.

“Do you like that they see you chained to me?” I whispered in her ear. Cecelia nodded quickly, and I tugged at the collar harder.

“What did we say about using your words?” I growled.

“Yes, Mercy, I enjoy them seeing me with you.”

“That is not what I asked, sweet thing, I asked if you liked that they see you chained to me.”

“Am I supposed to like it?”

I was not as soft with her as I had been earlier. In this world, I was Queen, and a Queen would never let her pet disobey her command. I grabbed her choker and tightened it from behind, hearing her breathing hitch. It was a good thing she’d told me she could tolerate this type of pain. My little flower would truly see me in my glory tonight. All the dark and cruel parts of me were on full display here atAmbrosia. Now that she’d seen it, how quick would it be until she ran away from it?

“They all wish they were you, right now.” I loosened my grip, watching her chest heave as her breathing returned to normal. “They want to bed a Queen, too.”

“Why me, then?” she asked almost desperately, “Why did you choose me?”

“Because I know the real you,” I whispered, though the music in the room was so loud that my low voice would never have carried past us. I couldn’t be too careful, though; the walls always had ears. “I know that you would fight me back if I pushed you enough. You would be my ruin, and I look forward to that day.”

Cecelia stiffened as my knees bucked again, causing her to lose balance from my lap. She stumbled off and turned to look at me. I beckoned her face forward and pressed down on her shoulders until she kneeled before me, hands at her sides.

“But here, I will not be ruined. And I know that you, my little flower, as much as you crave power, would submit to me. You wouldworshipme.”

She was dizzied by my words, looking into my eyes as she placed both of her hands on my exposed thighs.

“Worship me, Cecelia,” I said, my voice velvet, dripping like honey. “Show this room full of people that you are the only one, the onlyhuman, who knows what a Queen tastes like.”

As if she was mesmerized, moved forward by hypnosis or compulsion, Cece spread my legs and slid my skirt up until she saw my wet heat on full display. I watched as she licked her lips, tossing her head back toward the crowd below. They continued to dance, oblivious to her precarious position on my throne.

Cecelia lowered her head, slowly at first, flicking her tongue hesitantly against the center of my clit. She explored me with her tongue, darting in and out, letting loose a feral moan as she found her rhythm, using her tongue to pry me apart. I arched my spine, an intense desire filling my eyes as I watched her taste me, eat me, in front of my people.

She pushed the first two fingers on one hand into me, pumping in and out as she licked my cunt. I closed my eyes and felt my head fall backward, my open mouth gasping for air as she fucked me with her pretty. Fucking. Mouth. Cece’s other hand wrapped possessively around the space where my hips met thigh, and pulled me to her as if I could get any closer than I was, my core throbbing against her hot breath.

“That’s my girl,” I huffed, “God, you look so beautiful on your knees.”

She paused, looking up at me, and I could feel the space behind my ribcage pound with intensity before she sent me the tiniest smirk and continued her destruction of the place that now belonged to her.

Cecelia was going to be my ruin.

I came to shortly after, the crowd seemingly oblivious to our publicly displayed sin, except for a voyeur in the corner.