Chapter 52 #2
“Ahh,” I murmur, voice smooth, amused, “that is my hellion of an empress. Notice how she does not toy around, gentlemen? She goes right for the jewels. She is quite fond of them, after all.” My lips twist into a proud smile as she leers down at Oleg, eyes aflame. He jerks in the chains.
“Trying to kill my husband wasn’t your worst choice, Oleg,” she croons while he whimpers. “No…trying to kill him when his queen was at his side? That was your grave error.”
Fuck, I love her.
While she works, her authority absolute and terrifying, I casually pass around the contract details. Each tycoon leans forward, trying to appear composed, but Oleg’s screams make a few of them blanch. One even lunges over his chair to retch. Heat courses through me at her unflinching wrath.
When Valentina finishes, she gingerly places the castrated organ on Oleg’s head, her hands steady, her eyes bright with royal fire. She tosses her hair back onto her shoulder, the ends marked by her work, and turns to me, a queen returning to her throne.
My cock is hard as a scepter as she crawls back to me, her hands leaving bloody prints across the table.
Her arousal drops with them. As she slides back to my side, she offers me the dagger.
God, her tits jiggle with her heaving breath, the adrenaline still humming through her.
After giving her a handkerchief, I clean the blade carefully, then pull her onto my lap again.
I grin dangerously at the tycoons, letting my gaze roam over each of them, asserting sharp dominance. “I trust the contract terms are satisfactory.”
They do not miss a beat. One by one, without even reading, they scrawl their signatures, eyes flicking nervously to us. Shock and awe are written on every face, but beneath it lies respect—and fear.
Together, we don’t just play the game. We own the board.
I prove it when I bend her over the table, yank on the choker so the pearls clatter to the floor, but catch the diamond—all so I may slide the jewel into her drenched depths. Valentina whines in protest, but her pussy still sucks it in like the good girl she is.
“Hold it there, Moya Samotsvet.” I lower my voice, breathing the command along her ear. “Hold the jewel, and do not let it drop.”
In full view of my new syndicate, I take my belt to her lovely bottom. She’s healed well since our last time about two weeks ago. But I’ll never tire of leaving my marks on her skin. Most of the time, it’s by my hand.
Tonight, it’s my belt. Because she went full-on savage, my little hellion, and she requires grounding for that feral energy.
She needs to know who is still in control, who rules over her.
She may move with freedom, but I hold her chain, reserving the right to bring her back to me at any time I damn well choose.
This is not punishment. It’s worship, dark and primal.
Syndicate members’ pupils dilate, their muscles tense with the lust for what they cannot have as I lash her ass with the leather, licking at her plump flesh.
She twists and groans, her nipples rubbing against the hardwood of the table, her cries muffled from her sealed lips, and pretty tears wetting her flushed cheeks.
But my wife takes it so damn beautifully.
Once I’ve cooked her bottom raw, I cup her mound, feeling the soft, wet lips and her pussy shuddering, straining to hold in the gem.
A hint of it has slipped beyond her opening, but aside from that, she has performed perfectly.
As she always does. So, I touch her burning clitoris and catch the diamond when it drops, then rub her flaming ass.
She hisses, clenching those cheeks, but her hips lift with her desire.
“You want to be fucked, woman?” My woman.
She nods furiously.
“Where?”
A pause. And then…voice cracking, she says, “Wherever you desire, Moya Korona.”
I notch myself to her pussy and shove inside the soaked heaven.
She yelps from the suddenness, but I train my eyes on the viewers, sharpening them with a warning.
“Keep your dicks in your pants. Or under the table. I don’t give a fuck if you ruin your pants.
The only dick Valentina Makarova will see tonight is mine.
The only dick worthy enough to honor a queen. ”
When her cunt clamps down mercilessly, betraying how much that aroused her, I shake my head with a laugh. Her cries and moans of pleasure echo through the room as her pussy pulses all around my cock.
Fisting her hair and yanking her back, I growl low in her ear, “Did I give you permission to come?”
She shakes her head. “No, my Lord.”
“Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes, but…” I feel the brat rising, and I let it. My cock twitches inside her as she licks her lips and flicks her eyes to mine. “With all due respect, your punishments only make me come harder. So, won’t it be just a revolving cycle?”
A few of the men can’t contain the laughter blowing through their cheeks. Oh, she will most certainly be punished.
Pulling myself from her, my dick drenched in her fluids, I part those burning cheeks. Without hesitation, I slide into her back hole. She groans through every inch until I’m fully seated in her ass. Sweat slicks her skin. It beads on the foreheads of the spectators.
Still gripping her hair, I bring one hand around her chest and knead her full breasts, twisting the nipples harshly. She bucks, struggling against the pain. I slap each one, loving how they bounce, how those nipples grow rock hard for me.
Now, I fuck her. Deep, slow, and deliberate.
The force shakes her whole body. As I pick up the rhythm, I bring my hand down to her naughty center—and strike her.
It’s the first time she shrieks. Driving my cock into her dirty ass, I slam my hand between her legs, unleashing hell on her tender nub with its hypersensitive nerves.
I grind my erection inside those inner walls, grunting through each thrust, my pelvis slapping the smoldering mess of her buttocks.
She drips more.
“Look at you,” I hum low, lowering one hand to palm her flaming bottom, feeling her shiver. “You love it in any hole you can get, don’t you, dirty girl? Love me fucking your ass while I spank your sopping wet pussy. Such a slut for me. Only for me.”
Heavy breaths thunder through the room. A few close-mouthed groans. I ignore them all. Only her.
Then, I pick up the jewel, still wet with her juices, and press it to her inflamed clit, rubbing as my fingers pump in and out of her.
“I-I can’t stop, oh, God, I’m going to come!” she cries, long and soprano.
Her whole body vibrates. One more strike of my hand targeting her clitoris, and Valentina convulses. I sink three fingers into her sloppy cunt, groaning deeply at her strong muscles pulsating around my fingers, sucking them like her life depends on it.
Pounding my cock in quick, fiery thrusts, I bury myself deep in her ass, shooting my cum in her filthy hole. With the heel of my hand palming her clit, and my other tugging at her nipples, it doesn’t take long to send her over the edge again.
After her tight ass milks the final drops from my cock, I regain my composure, give her backside another slap, and shove myself back into my pants.
And with the calm ferocity of a king, I sit back down on my throne, take my breathless and sated queen in my lap, and narrow my eyes upon my new syndicate—made possible by Valentina’s demonstration.
“Thank you, gentlemen. You are dismissed.”