What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” He waved his hand in the air for all to see.
Regarding him through a smiling gaze, I touched the tips of my fingers to my thumb and inserted the index finger of my other hand through the center of the opening they created, making a rude hand gesture. “You can use it alone or share it with a crowd, big boy. You’re a pussy for abusing women, and I thought you should have one to remind you of that fact, lest you forget. I contemplated turning your mouth into a pussy as an added crowd-pleaser, but I decided to be majestic and shit.” I waved my hand nonchalantly and winked at the women.
Smiling, I watched his mouth opening and closing before I spoke again. “And honestly, I wanted to hear your thoughts on your new appendage, and that couldn’t happen with a pussy for a mouth, now could it? I suggest you get out of my throne room now, while I’m being kind enough to allow you to do so. I took into consideration how you allowed an entire town to rape your new bride while picturing my face on her. Somehow, I decided to be lenient with you. I should rip your fucking throat out, but I’m still feeling regal, so shoo, Darrion, before I change my mind and have the flesh whipped from your back until your spine is exposed enough for me to rip it out without fucking up my manicure. Next!”
The silence in the room was deafening, and a few people exited between Darrion and his ex-wife as they departed from separate doorways. I stared at the next couple that approached before lifting my gaze, searching the audience, and finding a common theme. Almost everyone seeking an audience with the queen was couples, except for a few single men.
“My Queen,” the clerk said, not meeting my gaze but instead, staring off to the side where Ryder sat, drinking his whiskey. “This is Geoffrey and Genevieve. Geoffrey states…” the clerk paused, looking at me, then back to Ryder, who watched silently, leaning his lengthy frame against the table with his arms folded. “Geoffrey is rather upset about his wife, and her lack of interest in the bedroom. He states she just lays there and doesn’t enjoy it. She doesn’t come, which makes it hard for him to feed.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” Geoffrey said, studying me carefully, looking like he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. “She finds no pleasure in my touch.”
“Have you tried to get her off, or do you just jump on up and two-pump chump it?”
“I don’t understand, Your Grace,” he said nervously.
“Have you asked your wife what she likes?”
“Why would I?” Geoffrey looked around, confused.
“Because it is her vagina that you’re trying to please, is it not? You can’t just poke it and think it will rejoice that you figured out where your cock fits. Find out what she likes and use your words. Communicate with her, and I’m sure you will figure out how to please her. It is your job to please her, Geoffrey. Fuck, lie on the bed, and let her ride you, at least.”
“I’m supposed to be able to mount her wet hole, and she is expected to feed me for it,” Geoffrey said in frustration.
My mouth opened and closed as my eyes swung to Ryder’s burning gaze as he watched me. His lips tipped up in a smirk as his gaze dropped to my chest, and then lifted, anger pulsing within him at the amount of skin exposed. I tore my eyes from his and frowned at the problem before me.
“Is that what you think it is? A wet hole that is supposed to get pounded and boom, you get fed? You poor, poor woman,” I laughed sympathetically, noting her blush. “I assure you it is not just a hole in which to aim and poke. Try playing with it, arousing it until she’s at least making sounds of pleasure. Explore a little and see what turns her on. If you think you can just aim and shoot, you