Page 79 of Kings & Queen

“Where were you just now? Do not lie to me or look away.”

“I was…was thinking about how I’m not supposed to touch myself. It’s dirty,” I said, the shame in my voice ringing out in the silence of my room.

“I have a small idea of who might have told you that, but I’ll tell you right now that was a motherfucking lie,” Alek crooned in my ear, making my heart constrict. “You have the most beautiful, perfect pink pussy I have ever laid eyes on. I want to paint it, frame it, and hang it in my office. Sweetness, you’re beautiful. Never be ashamed of this.”

He lightly traced the top. “It belongs to the Reaper, to the Crow, and to the Blade. It’s so damn special.”

His eyes grew soft, and he continued to caress me lightly, lovingly, as if he were indeed painting it or drawing it on paper. Then he pulled my hand over to my mound and used my fingers to trace it.

“Do you feel how smooth it is? Do you feel how your lips are soft as satin? Do you have any idea how much I love this—love watching you go crazy when it’s touched?” Electric desire coursed through me as he moved to my clit and circled the tight bud, making me want to cry.

“This is a gift. There’s absolutely nothing gross or dirty about my pussy. Trust me when I say that. I know a thing or two about them. This is heaven right here. The feel, the smell, and, oh god, the taste.”

I moaned as he pushed one of my fingers inside me. The balls jerked as he pushed one of my fingers inside me, and I moaned. I was soaked. He pulled it out and raised it to his lips, then sucked my it into his mouth.

He leaned down and, between each word, kissed me, saying, “I. Never. Want. Any. Other. Pussy. Than. The. One. Right. Here. Between. Your. Legs. You’re it for me, kitten.” He moved my hand back to my pussy. “Now I want to watch as you love on my pussy. Treat her like the queen she is.”

I tentatively moved. “I don’t know how to do it properly,” I said, feeling awkward.

More than anything in the world, I wanted to give way to his words and let them take up residence in my soul. He moved his hand over mine and showed me. I surrendered to the sensation and allowed myself to finally relax under his guidance until he pulled away. I stared deeply into his eyes while I stroked myself.

“May I draw you? I want to capture this moment.” He sounded as desperate as I felt earlier.

“You do? Why?”

“Because you’re everything right now, and I want to remember this feeling forever. Please let me.”

“You may draw me, Master, with the exception that you show me the finished piece.” I moaned, feeling high off the moment.

Full of urgency, he snatched a sketchbook and pencil he must have brought with him, and I trailed my hands up to my breasts and teased my nipples. Once he was sitting across from me, his eyes took on a studious look as they flicked to me and then the paper.

“Mmm, yes, touch those pretty red nipples. Tell me, are they still sore?”

“Yes, but I don’t mind.”

“Move that hand down lower. Now spread those legs for me and touch yourself here.” He moved my hand to my clit. “How does it feel?”

“So good. It’s soft and wet.”

“Precisely why I love it as much as I do. Now I want you to draw smaller circles around this needy clit. Perfect,” he crooned as the pencil scratched the paper. He watched my hand for a minute and then started drawing again.

“Yes, just like that. I want you closer to the edge. Don’t stop,” he encouraged.

I moved my hips, and the balls shifted inside me. While alternating between watching and drawing, he looked enthralled, like he couldn’t take his eyes off me. It felt empowering knowing he really was enjoying watching me touch myself like this.

“Kitten, remember you do not have permission to come. I want you whimpering and delirious with desire so I can capture it. That’s my girl. Closer, closer. Good, now back off. Put your finger inside you.”

I listened to his instructions as he familiarized me with my own body.

“What will you do with the picture when you’re done?” I panted, trying to control my urge to come.

“Don’t worry, this is for my eyes only. I may share it with Nik and Ivan if they ask nicely. I have a portfolio started with several drawings of you. Each one holds a special place in my heart.”

“Will you look at it when I’m gone and miss me?” My heart hurt thinking about leaving. It was going to be damn near impossible to walk away from him.

“We’re not talking about that subject tonight. Didn’t your Master tell you he wants you on the edge?”

“Yes, you did, right on the edge. You like me there, don’t you?” I teased, as he adjusted his cock and nodded. I focused on the sensations surging between my legs and allowed my body to sing for him.