Chapter 432: The Queen Eats Last
Natalia climbed into my lap, her eyes never leaving mine. The frost at her fingertips sent shivers across my chest, a deliberate contrast to the heat radiating between her legs.
"My turn," she purred, her voice dropping an octave. "And I’m not nearly as gentle as Skylar."
I laughed, genuine amusent bubbling up from sowhere deep. "That what you call gentle? Bubblegum almost broke my dick off."
Skylar flipped
off from her position against the wall, but I caught the smile she tried to hide.
Natalia leaned forward until her lips brushed against my ear. Her breath ca hot against my skin while her fingers remained icy cold on my chest. "I’m going to ride you until you forget everyone else in this room."
"Big talk from soone who’s about to get pinned to this mattress." I grabbed her wrists, flipping our positions in one smooth motion. Her back hit the bed with a soft thud, purple hair splaying across the sheets like spilled wine.
"You think so?" A smile spread across her face, not the polite one she showed at school but the feral grin reserved for monts like this. A thin layer of frost crept across her skin, adding a glittering sheen to her naked body. "Make
yield, then."
Challenge fucking accepted.
I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The ice lted where I touched her, steam rising between our bodies. With my other hand, I grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at .
"Who do you belong to?"
She tried to maintain her defiance, but I could see the hunger burning behind it. "Make
say it."
From the corner of the room, Akari whistled. "Damn, he’s got her speaking in commands."
"Shut up, Akari," Natalia snapped, not looking away from .
I released her jaw, trailing my fingers down her throat, between her breasts, over her stomach. She arched into the touch, her body betraying what her mouth wouldn’t say.
When I reached between her legs, I found her soaking wet. I slid two fingers inside her without warning, watching her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent gasp.
"You’re fucking drenched," I murmured, curling my fingers inside her. "You sure you don’t want to tell
who you belong to?"
She bit her lip, holding back the words, but her hips betrayed her, grinding down against my hand. The frost across her skin intensified, little crystalline patterns forming and dissolving with her breathing.
I withdrew my fingers, positioning myself at her entrance instead. Her legs wrapped around my waist imdiately, trying to pull
in.
"Uh-uh." I shook my head. "Not until you say it."
"Bastard," she hissed, but there was no real venom in it. Just desperate need.
"Three little words, Natalia." I pressed just the tip inside her, enough to make her whimper. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To."
Her resistance crumbled. "You," she gasped. "I belong to you. Now fuck
before I freeze your dick off."
The room filled with soft laughter from our audience, but I barely heard it. I slamd into her in one hard thrust that knocked the breath from both our lungs.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed.
"That’s the idea," I growled, releasing her wrists to grab her hips instead. I needed better leverage for what ca next.
I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her with enough force to rock the entire bed fra against the wall, a trono of impact and pleasure that filled the room. Each thrust pulled sounds from her that none of her classmates would have believed possible coming from soone they called an ice princess — desperate, needy, utterly unguarded moans that belonged to an entirely different woman from the one who walked those halls with her chin raised and her expression carved from frost.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice cracking on the word, her nails raking twin lines of fire down my back with enough force to draw blood. I felt the sting of it and said nothing, because pain from her was just another flavour of this.
I complied without hesitation. I hooked my arms under the backs of her knees and pressed her legs up toward her chest, folding her nearly in half and changing the angle until I could feel myself hitting sowhere deeper inside her. The effect was imdiate and gratifying. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth fell open in a long, trembling exhalation that was too overwheld to even be a proper scream.
"Is that what you needed?" I asked, not slowing down for so much as a heartbeat. "Want every single one of them to see exactly how you fall apart for ?"
"Yes," she gasped, the word punched out of her on the back of a particularly vicious thrust. Her head tipped back, throat exposed, a bead of condensation trailing down her collarbone from the frost still ghosting across her skin. "Show them. Show them all why you’re mine."
Behind us, I caught movent in my peripheral vision. A quiet, involuntary sound drifted from sowhere in the room — Emi.
A single glance confird what I’d already suspected. Our audience was far from passive.
Emi sat with her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hand buried between her thighs, eyes fixed on the two of us with a helpless, glassy intensity that told
she had stopped pretending to be rely a spectator so ti ago.
Skylar had her shoulder pressed against the wall with her arms folded in that signature posture of manufactured boredom, but the performance had slipped entirely — her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid pulls of breath, and the red of her lipstick was slightly smudged where she’d bitten it.
Akari hadn’t bothered with pretence at all; she watched with open, unabashed hunger, one hand idly working at the fabric of her top, fingers grazing her breast with lazy, self-indulgent ease.
And Celeste was the most interesting of all. She observed with the sa exacting, analytical attention she levelled at everything, cataloguing the scene with those wide periwinkle eyes like she was committing it to mory, but her knuckles where she gripped the sheet beside her had gone bone-white.
I filed every detail away and brought my full attention back to the woman beneath . "Touch yourself," I commanded, pitching my voice low and deliberate, loud enough to carry. "Show them how you co for ."
Her hand snaked between us, fingers finding her clit and circling it. The combination of her touch and my thrusts quickly pushed her toward the edge. I could feel her tightening around , her inner walls clenching rhythmically.
"Look at you," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "The perfect ice princess, lting all over my cock."
"Shut up," she gasped, but her body responded to my words, growing impossibly tighter around .
I leaned down, voice dropping to a whisper ant only for her. "I want you to co so hard you soak this mattress. Show them what happens when I fuck what’s mine."
Her eyes locked with mine, sothing vulnerable and raw passing between us. Then her body seized, back bowing, head thrown back as her orgasm crashed through her. She scread my na – not Satori, but my real na, the one only she knew – and the sound of it nearly pushed
over the edge.
But I wasn’t finished with her yet. I slowed my thrusts, giving her a mont to ride out the waves of pleasure, then pulled out completely. Before she could protest, I flipped her onto her stomach.
"Hands and knees," I ordered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on her pale skin.
She complied imdiately, raising her hips toward , looking back over her shoulder with hooded eyes. "Don’t stop now," she panted. "I’m nowhere near done with you."
"Good," I replied, positioning myself behind her. "Because I plan to fuck every last sarcastic comnt out of you."
I pushed back inside her in one smooth motion, groaning at the feeling of her tight heat enveloping
again. From this angle, I could go deeper, and I took full advantage, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as I slamd into her.
"Yes," she moaned, dropping down to her elbows, changing the angle further. "Just like that. Fuck
like you own ."
"I do own you." I tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her head back. "The System made sure of that."
Even in the midst of what we were doing, I saw Cel’s expression shift at the ntion of the System. But I didn’t have ti to analyze it because Natalia pushed back against , eting each thrust with desperate hunger.
"Harder," she demanded. "Make
feel it tomorrow. Make all of them see what happens when I let you fuck ."
I obliged, releasing her hair to grab her shoulders instead, using the leverage to pull her back onto my cock with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by Natalia’s increasingly loud moans and the quieter sounds from our audience.
"You love this," I said, reaching around to grab one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between my fingers. "Love showing off what a slut you are for ."
"Only for you," she gasped. "No one else—ah!—no one else gets to see
like this."
Sothing possessive roared through
at her words. I slapped her ass again, harder this ti, watching the pale skin bloom red under my hand.
"Mine," I growled, barely recognizing my own voice. "Say it again."
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