In The Queens Black Boots. (NSFW new series fiction writing)

I am starting a new series of writing (erotica), a style I have always written and have never brought into public. And with the encouragement of a few and a deal that was made, I have decided to go forth and start here.

Please be advised, this is for adults only.

For a little extra, play this song as you read.

In The Queen’s Black Boots

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The eerie sounds of drums, guitar and background music. The soft song of an almost whispering voice. Her song of sensuality.

Her eyes are masked, hands hold tightly on the rope. Her breath is deep, excitement running in her veins, her heart pulsing in her neck.
Luscious red lips move to the words of the song. Legs rubbing against the burgundy sheets of her bed.
Weight is pushed in the bed as he moves in next to her. His smell is nothing short of a fantasy. He runs his fingers up her leg, the electric tingle created by the touch made her gasp. He blows a foreign smoke close to her mouth as she breathes in. A sweet essence.

His touch climbs over her tight, black corset. A sound escapes her throat, her need speaks strongly.

There are no rules to this evening except one. No talking. Let the body speak for itself; lose your mind and spirit. Give in to the raw feelings, keeping eyes blind to heighten the senses.

He lifts his body over her. Using his nose to find his way, he smells her hair, her neck, her natural scent.

She aches for him; a kiss, a lick a bite. He missed the opportunity. Her need elevates and turns into aggravation. So hard to fight.

He feels her shift in energy and changes his pace. A wise choice to push the temptation deeper. He lowers his body closer to hers, his nose tracing the shape of her covered breasts. He unties the lace of her corset and works his way through the hooks and eyes.

She bites her lip, happiness and anticipation fills her. Wanting to get closer to him; she arches her back as the corset gives way, his face touching her skin between her breasts.
Such a sweet taste, such a delicious touch. She pulls on the rope tighter, a demand to touch him, to feel every muscle, arms and chest and more. The resistance from the ropes, now a bad idea, creates much more intensity. Her leather boot covered legs rubs against his waist, the only limb free to movement.
His hand moves from her back, firmly slides down to her waist. His thumb hooks under her panty line and moves them down as he continues to rub his hand down her thigh.
They keep her legs trapped as he moves it down. Without completely removing them, kept at the ankles, he grabs the middle of her panties, controlling her legs and lifts them high.
His face to her ankle and moving his way down, he kisses her calf, bites at her thigh, his other hand caressing the side of her bum.

Her smell changes into an aroma made to attract. The heat created by their breath, their friction is electrifyingly comforting and exciting.
He knows she wants him but he plans to not give her solace. Not until she cries. The utter satisfaction of turning tease into torment is a pure ambition. His appetite, his hunger to cure this itch is unmatched. Can she go this far?

He kisses her inner thigh, getting closer to that most sacred place. More kisses and bites, the rubbing of pointy teeth against her soft skin. Her hips twitch to the sensation and the anticipation of being oh so close. Skipping her parts that need so much attention, he rubs his face on her pelvis and licks his way to her abdomen.

She growls at him. Her panting breath releases parts of her frustration, and so does the firm grip on her breasts. His other hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb on her lower lip; his mistake, she opens her mouth more invitingly. As the tip of his thumb reaches inside, she licks it so gently. Her tongue warm and wet, inviting to have more. More of his thumb inserts her mouth, wanting her to tease him. She takes it all and sucks with just a little bit of tension. He moans silently, hoping she didn’t hear it, but there is no doubt she did. She sucks a little more as he moans a little more. The moment he is lost in his actions and excitement she bites on his thumb. The moan has changed to a sound of pain.

Time to change his tactics. He rips off the panties from her ankles, letting them get caught on one heel of her boot.
He thrusts his hips letting her feel his growth under his soft black silk pants. He will make her beg.

Tune in next week for the second part :)

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7