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Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Queen's Key by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

The Queen caressed her chin and stared at the prisoner. He was strapped naked to metal chains hanging from the wall. He smiled amicably, clearly at ease in his nudity and her presence. The Queen frowned and shook her head. This was inadmissible. She stepped from the shadows and walked towards him. Her white gown stuck to her body on all the right places and she smiled as she saw his eyes roam over her body with hunger. She lowered her gaze and saw how his body was beginning to respond. Her smile grew. No one won against the Queen.

She stopped mere inches away from him. She climbed upon a footstool, setting herself at eye level with him. His cock stood large and proud, the bulbous tip almost touching her. With the feathery touch of a single finger, she caressed his jaw, enjoying the feel of the shadow of his beard over her thumb. With that same single digit, she began a slow descent across his firm chest, over his tiny puckered nipples, his hipbone and finally caressed his shaft, spreading the glint of precome hanging from its top.

The prisoner opened his mouth to speak. Before he could utter a word, she slapped him.

“You will speak when I command you,” she said harshly.

The man glared at her but said nothing. She smiled sweetly at him and gently tucked behind his ear the strands of long blond hair that she had released from its restraints when she hit him.

He stared at her defiantly, his grey eyes reflecting anger but also desire. She laughed and kissed his full mouth. Her tongue slipped past his lips beckoning him to open for her. He obeyed and she pressed herself closer to him, tasting his mouth and at the same time wanting him to yearn for the softness of her body as she pressed it against him. Her hands travelled down his body, her nails raking a path across his chest and finally resting on his groin. He took a step back at the sudden contact and she laughed again. Pulling her gown over her head, she let him see her naked form. His gaze fell between her breasts and she smiled. She traced the outline of her necklace: a simple cord that held the key to his freedom.

Her hand slipped past the key onto her breasts. His gaze followed, making her skin burn. Passion cursed through her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself to her own gentle touch. Aptly she pinched and tweaked her hardened nipples. She moaned as her hands roamed lower down her body and dipped between her legs. Spreading her pink lips, she pushed two trembling fingers inside her sopping core. Deliberately slowly, aware that he was watching, she began to move them in and out of her. She introduced a third finger and was rewarded by the prisoner’s sharp intake of breath.

She pulled her fingers out and placed them on her lips. The prisoner grunted and she laughed, enjoying his torment. On impulse, she took her lubricated fingers and offered them to him. Slowly, as if afraid that she’d bolt, he pulled out his tongue, drawing in her fingers and licking them like a starved animal.

Looking into his eyes the Queen kneeled on the footstool, her face inches away from his hard cock. Holding it with one hand, she licked it from the base to the top. Delicately she cupped his balls, weighing them in her hands before popping them into her mouth.

The prisoner struggled in his chains as she once more drew his thick shaft into her mouth. She heard his groan as her mouth lavished affection upon him.

He moaned and she backed away, staring him in the eyes. Her body was on fire, almost aching for his girth. Her breath was laboured as she spoke, “Brace yourself.”

Without further warning, she jumped on top of the prisoner. Her legs wound around his torso and her arms around his neck. With practiced ease, she found his waiting cock and impaled herself over it. A strangled moan escaped her lips as her body adjusted to the fullness of his erection. The prisoner thrust his hips forward, but she did not budge. Instead, she glared at him.

“Stay. Still,” she commanded. Her voice was still strong yet laced with lust. Grabbing the cord between her neck she tugged hard, breaking it. Pulling herself up, so that only the tip of his prick rested inside her, she raised her arms and unlocked the chains that bound him. Sweating with exertion, she entwined her arms around the unmoving prisoner and slowly lowered her body over his hard cock. The prisoner looked at her expectantly. She licked her lips. His grey eyes pierced into hers and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Fuck me, Byron,” she ordered, unable to take the strain any longer.

With a growl, Byron spun her around and pressed her back against the wall, all the while pumping into her with animalistic abandon. She cried in ecstasy, her moans echoing in the large bedroom. She dug her nails onto Byron’s muscled shoulders. He lowered his head and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. She cried out his name. With a wicked grin, Byron sucked on one of his fingers until it was dripping with his saliva. An insistent throbbing grew within her. She watched in morbid fascination as he lowered his finger. Her breath hitched, her body humped against him quicker. Gently, Byron parted her ass cheeks. Realization struck. Byron traced her anus with his finger, and her pussy walls contracted. As he thrust his finger inside she bellowed a high pitched cry, her body shaking with an intense orgasm.

“Come with me now, Byron,” she screamed hoarsely.

Capturing her mouth in a kiss, Byron growled and spilled his seed into her.

They toppled to the floor, spent. The Queen laughed and turned to face her prisoner. She kissed him softly and he pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck.

“My King, my love,” she whispered, “Tomorrow, you can have the key.”

Author bio: Appearances are deceiving. By day usually shy and quiet; another face in the crowd. By night Elyzabeth’s calm demeanor transforms. Words flow from her fingers giving life to elaborate fantasies of love and desire. Her first novella comes out this December from Silver publishing. Visit her realm at

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