25. King Lawrence
King Lawrence
There was something about time.
It slowed. It flew. It stopped.
What I knew about the clock was that no matter the situation, it never did what we wanted. For months I’d waited for some sort of update on Penelope, and for months there was no news to be told.
At first, the days dragged by. They took forever. They were full of buried guilt and demanding calls. I had her picture on every news station. Posters on every restaurant and department store. But then those days turned to weeks.
Time passed a little faster. The news found other stories, cutting the segments about the missing Taylors from in-depth details to brief mentions. The chaos of everyday life carried on. The guilt eased.
Then… months.
Hyperspeed kicked in. Duties carried on stealing most of the time. Old habits came roaring back. Ones… spiked with fantasies of her, just like they always had since I’d first laid eyes on her in person.
Whack!
Whack!
“Please! Your Maj—”
Whack!
Whack!
“Your M-Majesty!”
“That’s right. Did you miss me?” I rocked forward on my knees, nuzzling my face against the blood oozing from the brunette’s thigh. She hung from the ceiling in my basement room, bound by cuffs at her wrists. Her ankles were also secured, keeping her legs spread wide.
I sunk my teeth into her muscle, tugging back enough to make her sob and cry out again. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-Yes.” A sob left her as I lifted, flicking my tongue over her clit.
“So say it, then,” I snapped.
“I’ve m-missed you. I have.”
I smiled, going back to trace my tongue along the length of her pussy. The brunette moaned, immediately sniffling. I sucked against the top of her slit, pulling back to trace the tip of my cane over one of her welted and bleeding legs.
“You haven’t told me how much you like this.” I tsked, shaking my head as I looked up to meet blue eyes. Not her eyes. Penelope’s were a brighter blue, but it was close enough.
“I love this, Your Majesty. You a-always know how to make me feel good.”
My lids narrowed, and I stood, reaching to rub my fingers over the wetness between her legs.
“And what else?”
The woman’s lips parted as she searched for words. My free hand left her pussy as I latched around her throat, pulling her in just shy of my lips. I flicked my wrist, striking the cane against the back of her thigh, twice.
“Ahh!”
“How about how honored you are that I chose you? Are you not grateful that I’m showing you such attention?”
“I’m so grateful, Your Majesty. H-Honored. Yes.”
My lip peeled back as I glared into her eyes.
Eyes that feared me.
Eyes… I may keep.
“I don’t believe you, but we have all the time in the world. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to prove it to me.” My hand squeezed against her throat so tight her face turned red. “For your sake, you better be convincing.”