ebookslot Chapter 638: A Queen’s Sore Spots
Chapter 638: A Queen’s Sore Spots
Marina’s voice dropped to a purr, her eyes dark with lust and amusement. "Now I order my slave..." she said, her fingers tracing my chest, her touch possessive, teasing. "...to hug me to sleep..." Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, her breath hot against my skin.I didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, I lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a princess. Marina gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson as my hand cupped her ass, supporting her weight. The heat of her skin seeped through the fabric of her dress, her body trembling slightly in my grip.
"B-Becareful..." she stammered, her voice breathy, her eyes flickering away in embarrassment. "It’s all swollen down there..." Her cheeks burned deeper red, her fingers clutching at my shirt.
I remembered—oh, I remembered—the way I’d spanked her ass earlier, the sound of my hand against her skin, the way her body had jerked with every strike. The memory sent a jolt of lust through me, my cock throbbing in my pants.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, my hands lingering on her waist, her hips, her thighs. The scent of her—perfume, arousal, power—filled the air, intoxicating me. She shifted slightly, her dress riding up to reveal the red, swollen skin of her ass, the marks from my hand still visible, fading but present.
I pulled back slightly, my voice low, respectful. "Does Ma’am want me to massage her before sleeping?" I asked, my eyes flickering over her body, my fingers itching to touch her, to soothe her, to tease her.
Marina’s body melted into the mattress, her black pencil dress ridden up to her hips, exposing the red, swollen curves of her ass—the handprints from my earlier spanking still visible, angry and fading, like brands burned into her flesh.
The sight of them made my cock throb painfully in my pants, aching to claim her again. She shifted slightly, her cheeks flushing crimson as she felt my gaze on her, her voice low, teasing, breathy.
"Hmm..." she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation, her lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Let’s... see..." she paused, her breath hitching as my hands hovered over her skin, "...how my slave... can massage me..." Her fingers traced the line of her thigh, her touch slow, deliberate, daring me to begin.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
My hands slid up her legs, my fingers kneading the tight muscles of her thighs, working my way higher, closer to the swollen flesh of her ass.
The heat of her skin was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume, arousal, and power—filling my nose as I leaned in, my breath hot against her skin. The red imprints of my hand stood out starkly against her pale flesh, begging for my touch.
"You... better... be good..." she purred, her voice thick with lust and amusement, pausing between each word as if savoring the tension.
"Otherwise..." she gasped as my thumbs brushed against the swollen skin of her ass, "...there will be... punishment..." Her voice was breathy, broken, her body trembling beneath my hands.
I smiled, my voice low, teasing, my fingers already tracing the curve of her ass, dipping into the crease between her cheeks. "And if I am good?" I asked, my hands spreading her cheeks slightly, my thumbs brushing against the red, swollen skin, tracing the outline of my handprints.
The heat of her flesh was unbearable, the sight of my marks on her body filling me with a primitive sense of ownership, of possession.
Marina’s smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief, but her breath was ragged, her voice trembling as my touch sent shivers through her. "You..." she moaned, her voice mocking but weak, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
"There is..." She paused, her body jerking as my thumbs pressed into the swollen flesh of her ass, soothing the ache but igniting a new kind of fire.
"...But you have to... wait..." Her lips curled into a smirk, but her voice dropped to a whisper, breathy and needy.
"Until my... swollenness... stops..." She shifted slightly, her ass pressing into the mattress, her voice laced with amusement and desperation.
"Otherwise... I won’t be able to... get out of... bed... for days..." Her words were punctuated by soft moans as my fingers worked their magic, her body betraying her tough exterior.
I nodded, my hands continuing their work, but I wasn’t just massaging her—I was worshipping her. My thumbs circled the red imprints, applying just enough pressure to ease the tension, but not enough to hurt.
The heat of her body seeped into my palms, her skin soft and smooth beneath my touch.
Then, I reached for the oil—a luxurious blend of lavender and sandalwood, its scent rich and intoxicating. I poured a small amount into my palm, rubbing my hands together to warm it before applying it to her skin.
The oil glistened as I spread it over her ass, my fingers sliding over the swollen flesh, the red handprints slowly fading beneath my touch—not from the massage alone, but from my Eternal Vitality, sneakily healing her skin as I worked.
Marina moaned softly, her body arching slightly, her voice breaking as my hands moved lower, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass, dipping into the crease between her cheeks.
"Ahh... Dexter..." she whimpered, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into the sheets as my fingers brushed against her asshole—swollen, red, still sensitive from our earlier session.
The oil made my touch slick and sensual, and I didn’t stop there.
My fingers slid further, brushing against her pussy—swollen, dripping, aching for touch. Here, too, my Eternal Vitality worked in secret, healing the soreness from our earlier session, preparing her for more.
Marina gasped, her body jerking as my fingers teased her lips, spreading the oil over her pussy, the heat of her arousal seeping into my skin.
"Nnngh... fuck..." she moaned, her voice breaking, her back arching as my fingers circled her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her tremble.
"You’re... cheating..." she murmured, her eyes dark with lust, her voice accusatory but weak—betrayed by her own desire.
"My pussy... it was... so swollen..." she panted, her words punctuated by soft gasps as my fingers worked their magic. "And my... asshole... it was... burning..." Her voice was raw, needy, her body trembling beneath my touch.