She swallowed with difficulty. “Lay down on the bed.”
As he moved to do her bidding, she knelt and reached under the bed. She pulled out a small red bag containing some of the toys they’d bought at the adult store. Removing a pair of leather handcuffs, she stood and provocatively crawled onto the bed as Remy stared at her through hooded eyes.
“You know what Millie’s favorite thing about this bed was?” she purred.
He shook his head.
“Being able to tie up her lovers.” Zandra straddled Remy’s lap, feeling his cock twitch and throb against her mound through her sheer skirt. Ignoring her own body’s reaction to the delicious contact, she fastened the leather cuffs onto his wrists. His lips curved in lazy amusement as he watched her link the chain through the heavy iron bedposts.
As powerful as he was, she knew he could escape at any time without even exerting himself. So she figured she’d better give him some incentive not to.
“Don’t try to pull yourself free,” she warned, “or you’ll damage the bed. It’s an antique, worth a fortune. I don’t want anything to happen to it. Do you understand?”
His eyes danced with mischief. “Yes, ma’am.”
She arched a brow.
“Yes, my queen,” he dutifully amended.
“That’s better.” She slid off his lap and ran an appreciative eye over him, enjoying the sight of him bound to the headboard. Brutally male and hers for the taking. “Mmm. I ought to tie you up more often.”
He leered. “Or maybe I could tie you up next time?”
Zandra shot him a stern look. “Are you being impertinent?”
“No, Your Highness.”
“Better not be.”
Sliding off the bed, she retrieved the goody bag from the floor and set it down on the bedside table. She removed a flesh-toned dildo and stroked it, glad that she’d bypassed the brightly colored dildos at the store and selected one that looked realistic enough to suit her purposes.
She turned and slithered back onto the bed, then lay back on her elbows with her booted feet planted on the mattress. As Remy watched, she lifted the sheer skirt out of the way and slowly spread her legs, baring the smooth-shaven mound of her * to his dark, smoldering gaze.
He shuddered and groaned, his cock jumping against his chiseled stomach.
Enjoying his reaction, she ran the dildo up and down her labia. Her nerve endings sizzled with arousal, and moisture leaked from her sex. She circled her opening with the curved tip of the toy, then slowly slid it inside.
Her soft gasp joined Remy’s agonized groan.
She stared at his strained face, the muscles pulled taut over his clenched jaw as he watched her push the dildo deeper inside her wet cunt.
With his wrists bound to the headboard, he couldn’t reach down to stroke his raging erection to relieve some of the pressure. He could only watch and burn with frustration as Zandra began fucking herself with the rubber cock, moaning with pleasure.
“Damn you,” he growled at her, his chest heaving as his breathing accelerated. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Not at all. You’d be no good to me dead.” She sat up, ripped away the skirt, spread her knees on the bed and began riding the dildo in earnest.
She thought Remy would go crazy.
“Zandra,” he groaned, his hips surging off the bed. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Don’t call me that,” she panted sharply. “I’m your queen, remember?”
“Yes...Your Highness.”
“What’s wrong?” she taunted wickedly. “Don’t like watching me ride another cock? Hmm? It’s nowhere near as big as yours, but—” she paused to moan as she shoved the dildo even deeper “—it feels so good.”
Remy swore harshly, his eyes slamming shut.
“Open your eyes, slave,” she commanded. “Watch what I’m doing.”
When he did, the raw hunger in his gaze nearly undid her.