Page 16 of The Queen's Joker
I smile because most submissives don’t maintain eye contact. That wouldn’t be Queen’s style, but that’s not what I want from her. Everything I have ever done in one of these rooms, I have pretended they were her. Now I have her here, and I feel like we are laying the groundwork because I want her to submit her pleasure to me. To let me pleasure her with a bite of pain until she falls apart at the seams. I know my Queen loves a little pain. I watched her for years, and she gets into her head overthinking, and I want the button turned off or at least on silent. As I grab her right arm, I slide my hand down to her hand and kiss her wrist before placing it into the cloth cuff. I do the same to the other side and pull them up so she is stretching slightly.
Her body is tense. I reach into my pocket and bring a black silk tie to cover her eyes. I want her not to anticipate my next move. Overwhelming her body with the pleasure that she deserves and needs. “Your safe word?” I don’t intend to let her use it, but with her past, I don’t exactly know what might trigger her.
“Meatloaf.”
I chuckle and nod because of their song I Would Do Anything for Love. I kiss her shoulder and breathe in her scent as I tie the blindfold over her beautiful eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect. I don’t know which part of you I want to touch first.”
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “Is this how all your sessions start?”
That earns her a smack on the ass, and then I rub it before giving it another slight spank. “Don’t bring up the past. This is about us. They didn’t matter then, and they don’t matter now. You are what matters and the only person I have ever wanted.” I give her another spank. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”
She hesitates, and once again, I give her ass another smack. I admire her skin turning pink from my palm. Still wearing her heels, I lightly smack the inside of her thighs until she spreads them to my liking. “Turn off that beautiful brain for me.” My fingers pull the cups of her bra to the side, exposing her nipples, suck one into my mouth, and run my tongue around it, letting it come to a point before I blow cool air over it. She is magnificent. I move away and go to the toys and grab two nipple clamps and return, starting my teasing over again before placing one at a time and tightening slowly until they are tight but not too tight. I put a slight chain between them so I could pull them simultaneously. Her breath catches, and I slide down her body. “You know, over the years of watching you with others, I could always tell what you liked and didn’t. I would stroke my cock and pretend that it was me sliding up into that pretty pussy. However, I would have never left you wanting.” Lean close to her ear and whisper the last part, “We know they all left you wanting.”
My gaze runs down her body, loving the mix of tattoos and lingerie. My fingers run over her damp panties and slide them down her thighs. Unable to stop myself from tasting her a second longer, I bury my face in her heat while trying to move her legs over my shoulders. Her legs are stiff, and I spank her clit and gently pull on the chain. “I’m in control here, baby. Until you tell me otherwise, never be afraid to use your safe word. I might be in control, but you have all the power.” You always have, I almost add as I flatten my tongue and run up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. “Who’s in control, baby?”
Her legs loosen slightly. “You are in control of my pleasure, J.”
I give her a small smack on her butt. “What’s my name, baby? Who’s between these beautiful thighs?” I am on my knees and push her back slightly so I can take all of her in. I use my fingers to spread her, giving me complete access.
“Joker! You are!” I reward her by lapping and feasting on her just as she likes, letting her get close to her peak before backing down. I want to build this. “Stop teasing me!”
My eyes roll at her impatience, but I am glad she is ready. My tongue licks back up to her clit as I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them slightly. Within seconds of pumping my fingers and pulling her clit into my mouth with a bite of pain, Queen comes undone. Her legs’ grip my head, locking me in place as I lap up all she offers, my fingers never stopping. I usually would punish someone for coming without permission, but I want to make her feel amazing. Normally, I wouldn’t want to take her this quickly in a session, but our time is limited.
I pull her to me, letting her legs wrap around my waist as I pull her in for a kiss. She moans into my mouth as I rock my hardness against her core. Slowly, I remove her blindfold and let her see. “Do you want me to fuck you here or on the bed?” I ask her, letting her have some control. She was a good girl and followed instructions so that I could adjust. Let go of the reins some. My Queen is perfect and I want a lot of control, but I also want her to know how much I want her in charge. I have seen her in the field for years; she can lead beautifully, and while I never thought I would like that, I can make an exception with her.
“I want to touch you. Please. Go sit on that chair.” She motions to the one in the corner that is mainly used for voyeur sessions. It has a protective covering, so I am game for whatever. I undo her arms from the restraints, and she falls into my waiting arms. My hands massage her arms to her wrists, rubbing them as her mouth searches for mine. “I love you, J.”
My heart feels like it swells three times its normal size. To have this woman’s love, the amount of pride I feel that she chose me. She could have anyone, and it’s me she wants to spend her time with and give her body to. I carry her over to the chair and run my hands down her back as she kisses me like I am her only lifeline in this world.
She straddles me and undoes my pants, palming my cock. My pants go to my knees, and she teases the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She circles me around her entrance, and I let out a moan. “I have always loved you, my Queen.”
Her juices run down my shaft, but we stare at each other, and I have never felt so intimate and exposed as I do now. She runs her hand down from my neck, down my chest before finding my cock. I don’t move and let her take complete control. Back and forth, she runs the head of my cock through her folds before sliding just the tip in. “Tell me this is forever, that you will not get tired and move on.”
My hands run down her back, but don’t move her forward. I swat her ass once more, which makes her sink down a little lower. I grasp her face between my hands and pull her mouth to mine. “Have you not been listening? I’m yours forever, yours always, and you are my constant. You’re tattooed on my skin, and if I could, you would be on my heart. Never question my devotion to you again. Give into me, baby.”
“I needed to hear the words because I am done.” She pushes me down farther inside of her. “I will not fight against my happiness.” Queen drops the rest of the way, and now I am fully inside of her, and it’s so hard not to move. “You’re my happiness.” She groans before kissing me; she bites my lower lip, pulling as she sits back. “You feel so fucking good.”
She throws her head back as she slides up and down my cock. “Damn, I will never get used to how amazing you feel.”
My hands slide down her back and grip her ass, helping to lift her and shift her on my cock. I want to position her, so my cock and piercings hit that spot inside of her that makes her come undone. I don’t let her stop when she slows down, gripping her hips, and fucking up into her, knowing I hit that perfect place that makes her head throw backwards. Her pussy flutters. I grip her tighter and pull her movement and hitting it over and over before thrusting deep and letting her clit glide down, creating that perfect storm of friction that has her coming undone. “Come with me,” she says, but is already gone a few thrusts later, and I am joining her.
Chapter twenty-three
My legs are shaking in the best possible way. Joker holds me close, and now I wish we were already home. I hate to admit that I am slightly a homebody. However, with this experience, I have a few things from this adventure that will go into my shopping cart. “Did it meet your expectations?” I’m unsure what his were or if he had any, but I feel confident about it all now.
He pulls me back and his hands push my hair back out of my eyes and face. My face now rests in his palms. “Queen, I don’t have the words to describe how I feel since this started. All I know is that I feel happy, but that doesn’t even cover it. It’s you and me.” He kisses my palm, and I understand his words because I feel the same way. I am so glad I got to see this place, though. There is a part of me I know would always question whether something would be missing from his life. I also in a way understand what he wants with the control, and it’s also what I need to turn off my brain.
“Can we pick up pizza on the way home?” I ask as I kiss his lips and lean against him, needing one more minute with him surrounding me. Pulling back, I look around the room, searching for my panties. “Have you seen my panties?”
As he pulls up his pants, he reaches into this pocket, producing a pair of lacy panties. Then he pockets them again. “I think I’ll hold on to them. The thought of my cum trickling out of you while we walk out of this place turns me on more than I thought it would.” I roll my eyes as he pulls out his phone to order pizza. My middle finger rises to flip him off and I hear him chuckle with his phone still in hand. “According to the time, we have 15 minutes before we get kicked out of this room. We can have a drink at the bar and get the pizza.”
A groan escapes me, but I get moving, knowing there is no choice but to leave. “You order while I get myself together?”
He takes the used items and puts them in a metal bowl as he speaks to our favorite pizza place and writes on a clipboard beside the bowl. I pull my clothes on and cringe slightly at putting my heels back on. I walk over to a mirror and try to fix my makeup that has smeared and run over my face. He walks over and wraps his arms around my middle while looking at me in the mirror. “You’re messing up all my hard work.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, you’re probably the only person who would like to look at your handy work.” I laugh and give up. At least the lipstick is no longer running down my chin, and my mascara is better. “Can we skip the drink and wait in the car for the pizza? It’s official… I no longer enjoy wearing heels. I’ve gotten soft from no longer doing fieldwork.”
He kisses my cheek. “Of course.” He leans down and puts my heels on for me. He looks up from securing my heels into place. Joker kisses up my thigh. “Special occasions, though, right? They are pretty sexy.”