Queen Takes Rose (Wicked Villains #6) - Katee Robert Page 0,16

her teeth. “And if you hadn’t been such a little brat in the car, you’d be coming all over my mouth right now. Again.” Stroke. “And again.” Stroke.

“Just obey,” I say softly. “Surely it’s not too much to ask of you. You deny us both when you throw tantrums.”

A single tear escapes. “I hate you.”

“Maybe.” I release her and shrug. “But you don’t hate what I do to you.” I reach up and undo the cuffs around her wrist one at a time, pausing to rub the circulation back into her hands. The cuffs themselves weren’t overly tight, but I towed the line of how long she should have them above her head. “Do you have circulation problems?” Something I should have asked before starting this.

“No,” she whispers, staring at where I gently massage her hand. “I’m okay.”

“In that case, you’re more than capable of cleaning up after yourself.” I drop her hand and head for the door. I pause just before leaving the room. “Clean the toys and put them away, then come to the door at the end of the hallway. Don’t tarry.”

I’m smiling as I walk out the door.

Yes, things are coming along perfectly.

6

Aurora

My legs barely hold me up as I watch the door close behind Malone. At this point, any other Dominant would have wrapped me up for some cuddles to bring me down. I don’t know why I expected the same of her. Maybe that’s how she treats other submissives. Of course it wouldn’t apply to me.

I don’t want it to apply to me. Letting her beat me, fucking her, all of that can be waved away in the name of getting close to her. I don’t want to get close to her. It feels good to be held as my adrenaline drops off after a scene, to feel like I’m being treasured by my Dominant.

But Malone isn’t mine. She never will be.

I have been in her care for a few short hours. Surely I’m not in danger of forgetting that already? No. Of course not. I’m simply playing the game.

I gather up the chain and flogger and pad to the wardrobe. The whole room is immaculate, and the wardrobe itself is perfectly organized, right down to the rainbow of strap-ons that Malone is known for. Each is a different size and shape, and I stare at them for a long time, my buzzing brain wondering which one she’ll use on me.

If she’ll use one on me.

She’s edging me so hard right now, I feel a little dizzy from the denied orgasm. I was so close. Remembering the feeling of looking down my body and seeing her mouth on my pussy… I shiver. For a moment there, I was sure she’d throw caution to the wind and push me over the edge.

I find some cleaning solution in the top drawer and methodically clean the clamps. Most of the Dominants I play with don’t bother to order this kind of thing, but when I finally wore Hades down into agreeing to let me work as a submissive, cleaning up after scenes was one of my responsibilities while I trained. It’s tedious work, but soothing in its own way. Putting everything to order and all that.

I hang the flogger on the empty hook and carefully replace the chain in the drawer she pulled it out of. I haven’t stopped shaking. My body is finally realizing that there is no orgasm waiting in the wings and the endorphin crash is about to knock me on my ass.

It’s tempting to disobey her order to come to that room. She’s already said I’m not orgasming tonight, so whatever she has planned is more torment. I probably shouldn’t get a thrill from that, but I am who I am.

Even my enemy can make me wet.

I take a deep breath and leave the playroom. The wood floors are cool beneath my bare feet, and it reminds me of her carrying me so I wouldn’t walk in the parking garages. Every other thing she’s done has been almost cruel, but that? It was almost kind. Protective.

It’s just Dominant instincts. That’s the only explanation that makes sense. No Dominant worth their salt would let their submissive potentially walk on something that might hurt them. Dealing out that hurt is the Dominant’s role, and they do nothing without reason. Letting it happen by accident is an insult.

Malone might be a monster in a number of ways, but from the whispers of the other submissives in