"Turn around and sit in my lap," she said.
Beauty was astonished. She at once obeyed and realized she was facing Prince Alexi. But he did not matter to her in these moments. Shaken, sore, she sat shivering on the Queen's thighs, the silk of the Queen's gown cool under her burning bu**ocks, the Queen's left arm cradling her.
The Queen's right hand examined her ni**les, and Beauty looked down through her tears to see those white fingers again pulling the ni**les.
"I had not thought to find you so obedient," said the Queen, pressing Beauty to her ample br**sts, Beauty's hip against the Queen's smooth stomach. Beauty felt tiny as well as helpless, as if she were nothing in this woman's arms, nothing but something small, a child perhaps, no, not even a child.
The Queen's voice grew caressing.
"You are sweet, sweet as Lady Juliana told me you were," she said softly in Beauty's ear.
Beauty bit her lip.
"Your Highness..." she whispered, but she did not know what to say.
"My son has trained you well, and you show great perception."
The Queen's hand plunged down between Beauty's legs and felt the sex, which had never grown cold or dry during all of the worst of the spanking, and Beauty shut her eyes.
"Ah, now why are you so afraid of my hand when it touches you gently?"
And the Queen bent and kissed Beauty's tears, tasting them on Beauty's cheeks and on her eyelids. "Sugar and salt," she said.
Beauty broke into a fresh shower of sobs. The hand between her legs massaged the most moist portion of her, and she knew that her face was flushed, and the pain and the pleasure mingled. She felt overpowered.
Her head fell back against the Queen's shoulder, and her mouth went slack, and she realized the Queen was kissing her throat, and she murmured some strange words that were not words to the Queen, some plea.
"Poor little slave," said the Queen, "poor little obedient slave. I wanted to send you home to get rid of you, to rid my son of his passion for you, my son who is now as enchanted as you were before, under the spell of the one whom he released from the spell, as if all life were a series of enchantments. But you are as perfect in temperament as he said you were, as perfect as more trained slaves, and yet you are fresher, sweeter."
Beauty gasped as the pleasure between her legs washed through her, mounting and mounting. She felt her swollen br**sts might burst, and her bu**ocks, as always, throbbed so that she felt every inch of the abraded flesh relentlessly.
"Now, come, did I spank you so very hard, tell me?"
She took Beauty by the chin and turned her so that Beauty looked into her eyes. They were huge and black and fathomless. The lashes curled upwards, and there seemed a great casing of glass over the eyes, so deep they were, so brilliant.
"Well, answer me," said the Queen with her red lips, and she placed her finger in Beauty's mouth and tugged on her lower lip. "Answer me."
"It was...hard...hard, my Queen..." Beauty said meekly.
"Well, yes, perhaps for such fresh little bu**ocks. But you make Prince Alexi smile with your innocence."
Beauty turned as if bidden to do so but when she gazed at Prince Alexi she did not see him smiling. Rather he was merely looking at her with the strangest expression. It was both remote and loving. And then he looked to the Queen without haste or fear and let his lips lengthen in a smile as she seemed to wish of him.
But the Queen had tipped back Beauty's head again. She kissed Beauty. The Queen's rippling hair fell down around her, full of perfume, and for the first time, Beauty felt the velvety white skin of the Queen's face, and she realized the Queen's br**sts were pressed against her.
Beauty's hips moved forward, she started to gasp, but just before it became too much for her, this shock penetrating to her wet, throbbing sex, the Queen suddenly pushed her down and drew back smiling.
She held Beauty's thighs. Beauty's legs were open. And the hungry little sex wanted for all the world for the legs to be crushed closed against it.
The pleasure subsided slightly, back into that great never ending rhythm of craving.
Beauty moaned, her brows knit in a frown, and the Queen suddenly pushed her off, slapping Beauty's face so hard that Beauty cried out before she could stop herself.
"My Queen, she is so young and tender," said Prince Alexi.
"Don't try my patience," the Queen answered.
Beauty lay facedown on the bed crying.