Page 52 of The Queen's Line

"The others," I murmured at the sound of their voices at the other end of the long room.

"Stay quiet," Owen murmured, and then his fingertips were on my skin, grazing against the inside of my thighs.

I whimpered and then forced out a long breath as my eyes shut and my nails dug into the wood shelf. "If you see a spider, you'd better pull me down from here," I hissed, and then I bit my lip as Owen pressed one long, thick finger inside of me.

"How long have you been so wet?" Owen asked.

"Since you and Cosmo sat down on either side of me," I breathed in a whisper as Owen's finger slid out, spreading my arousal over my sex, and then pressed back in again.

Owen huffed and I opened my eyes, my lips parting in an 'o' as he pumped his finger inside of me. He was careful not to touch anywhere else, but he leaned in and sucked along my throat and down to my shoulder, leaving my skin wet from long licks of his tongue. My pulse pounded in my ear and my breath sounded twenty times louder than usual, even as I tried to keep it quiet and shallow. Owen added a second finger as soon as the first was completely slippery, and I failed to stifle my groan.

"Please," I whispered, nuzzling against Owen's ear as he bit gently on the muscle of my shoulder.

"I should let you come," he said.

"Yes!"

"But I'd rather you do it on my cock."

I swallowed my whine and let my head fall back onto the shelf, staring up at the glow of the candlelight barely illuminating a darkened discolored painting over the ceiling.

"It doesn't hurt?" Owen asked.

I shook my head quickly. "Add another."

I was growing used to the feeling of being filled, or rather, growing addicted to it, and I arched in place as Owen pressed a third finger into me. His hands were bigger than Cosmo’s, and this was a new and beautiful stretch. I wanted to ride his hand like I had with Cosmo, but I was already at the very edge of keeping my balance. His fingers twisted inside of me, and my head fell back to the shelf with athunk,hair bumping into dusty books as my mouth parted on a silent cry. Owen's fingers could barely move inside of me. The stretching sensation was a heavier version of Cosmo's initial intrusion, but with a little wiggle, my silence broke with a ragged moan.

The fingers dragged out of me with perfect, agonizing slowness, my body trembling with every tiny retreat, my chest heaving as I attempted to catch my breath. I lifted my head and Owen was there, his tongue thrusting into my open mouth, licking and battling against my own as his hands rustled between us, occasionally nudging me lightly. I was ready to jump down from my forced position on the shelf when I finally felt the fat, blunt head of his cock pressing against me, sliding in my wetness.

"I want you to watch, Mistress," Owen breathed, and my head dropped forward, my skirts bunched just high enough to reveal my naked sex and his massive cock poised to take me. "But you must be quiet," he added, one arm wrapping around my waist.

His other hand, the one with the fingers that had been inside me, raised to my mouth. I thought he meant to cover my lips to stifle my cries at first, until he forced the fingers I'd taken in my sex between my lips, filling my mouth with my own tart flavor. My eyes widened, and I moaned around his fingers, sucking on them roughly and making Owen grin. He might be the one to call me Mistress, but he excelled at mastering me.

I didn't bother trying to stay quiet, and I don't think Owen really meant for me to, because his smile grew wider as he began to thrust his way into me, my sex resisting the thick intrusion for a moment before giving him passage. I was loud and eager, fascinated by the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed by him. It was at the threshold of pain, but Owen was gentle and patient.

"Watch," he reminded me, and my eyes dropped.

My sex was red, and some of the wetness was glinting from the high candlelight as I watched him push and retreat, growing shining and slick with every short thrust. The deeper he went, the closer he moved until his chest blocked my view. His fingers pressed down on my tongue and his hips rolled, demanding every nerve inside of me tofeelhim, and my eyes fell shut. Tightness turned into a pulsing, pounding feeling, even as Owen remained still, slowly sinking upwards into me.

"You can only take so much of me like this," Owen said, and I groaned at the thought that there might be more, both wary and craving to learn it. "Do you like it?"

I nodded rapidly, sucking and licking on the fingers in my mouth, and Owen rewarded me by starting to fuck. The first real thrust, and I was breathless. The second, and I cried out, stunned by the places he reached inside of me. Cosmo had made sure to stimulate my clit, but Owen ignored it entirely, and the pleasure was heavier and less sharp, but also more uncertain. I didn't know if I would come, but I enjoyed the overwhelming drive and stretch of him inside me all the same.

My hands and feet slipped on the wood as I started to sweat. I wanted to move. To drag Owen down on the floor and learn all of him, ride him like a saddle made perfectly for my pleasure and release. Instead, I let him control the slow and steady pace, my body still learning how to accommodate him, every buck of his body growing sweeter. This was like drinking a bottle of wine by myself, a sort of dragging, dizzy, giggling feeling.

Owen panted, his eyes taking in a view I couldn't see for myself, watching my body swallow him up, sucking on his length as he pulled away. His thrusts grew more urgent, faster and a little deeper, and I moaned loudly and bit on his fingers to show my approval. Owen grunted and our skin began to slap, a little wetness smacking at the inside of my thighs.

I begged, but the words were muffled, and then I praised and crooned nonsensically in thanks as I realized Iwouldcome, and it would be strong. Owen gasped as I started to clutch.

"That's it, little Mistress. Gush and squeeze around me. I'm going to carry you to the table and give you all of me next, whether the others are still there or not. Would you like that?"

Apparently, I would, because I came with a surprised little scream, my hands slipping. Owen's hand pulled from my mouth, and he pinned me in place, hands on my waist, as he fucked me roughly through my orgasm. The magic was there on my fingertips, and I wanted badly to cling to Owen, to drag him under its force with me, but my fingers flashed wide.

Candlelight flared, not just from above, but all around us, and the library groaned, wooden shelves straightening. There was a sound of glass sprinkling and mending with a squeak, the opposite of a shattering.

And all through it, I trembled and clutched gratefully around Owen's cock. He pressed in deep, arms circling my waist and his mouth sucking on my throat as I shuddered and began to settle, his hips still nudging.

"Good work, Mistress," Owen chuckled. "Do you want more?"