Damaged Queen

by Sam Crescent

  She groaned as he began to push past her muscles. It burned, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It was just weird and strange, and everything she didn’t think she wanted.

  With her face to the fabric, she breathed in and out, trying not to think about his finger in her ass, or anything else.

  “So pretty.”

  He pulled his finger from her but made no move away.

  Next was something hard and a little thicker. It was slick, and she cried out as he filled her ass. This went deeper and spread her ass wider.

  “Now that is a pretty sight. Seeing you completely spread open. Soon you’re going to be spread over my cock, begging for it.” He reached between them and started to stroke her clit.

  The pleasure was intense, and as he touched her, she knew she was only a few strokes away from orgasm.

  Before she could even reach it, he pulled away, not giving her a taste of what was to come. The thing in her ass was also removed, and she whimpered. That surprised her. She wanted it back.

  “Stay there.”

  He left, and behind the bar that was in the pool room there had to be a sink. She heard water running, and then he was back, wiping her up.

  “You can stand now.”

  She did so on shaking legs, watching him. Seconds passed, maybe even minutes, and he finally came back and grabbed his stick. He didn’t miss the next three balls, and neither did she.

  When it came to the final one, he missed his shot, and he lost his boxer briefs.

  She watched and waited.

  His cock stood out, long and thick. The tip was already wet with pre-cum.

  He looked toward her, dropped his stick, and pointed for her to come stand right in front of him.

  She wasn’t about to argue. He was the one in control.

  Her entire body was tense. She wanted an orgasm more than anything else, and as he stared at her, waiting, she would have given anything.

  Draven was in no rush though as he stroked a finger across her nipple. The first touch made her gasp.

  “So sensitive.”

  “Please, Draven.”

  “What is it you want?” he asked.

  “You know what I want.”

  “I’ve got a good idea of what it is you want, yes,” he said. He stroked across her chest, circling her other nipple. “But you see, I didn’t ask for me to tell you. I wanted to hear it come from your sweet lips.”

  “Draven?”

  He stepped back, and she caught hold of his arm, stopping him from leaving her. She didn’t want him to walk away.

  “You know what you have to do.”

  She hated to beg him, but to get what she wanted, she was going to have to. There was no way she could be stubborn, not with this need building inside her.

  “I want you, Draven. I want your cock. I want your mouth on me. I want it all.”

  She cried out as he lifted her up. He placed her on top of the pool table, and within seconds his lips were on hers. He kissed her so hard that their teeth clashed together. She moaned, holding onto his shoulders for support.

  He held her still as he kissed her. He drew her to the edge of the pool table, and his lips were all over her. They trailed down her body, going to her neck and then her tits. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, cupping the mounds and flicking the tip.

  She said his name over and over, wanting more, begging for more, hungry for more.

  He gave it to her as well.

  When he got to her stomach, he opened her thighs, and then his lips were on her pussy. His tongue stroked over her clit, teasing her, driving her need for him higher. She chanted his name.

  When he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her, she knew she was so close to orgasm. He wouldn’t let her go though. He kept her at the precipice, refusing to let her fall over the edge into bliss.

  She whimpered, begged, pleaded, and didn’t want him to stop.

  Draven stopped touching her. He stepped back, and she watched him as he started to touch his cock, his hand running up and down the length.

  “You want this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then spread yourself wide. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

  She lifted her legs, exposing herself to him. He stepped forward.

  “Watch as I fuck you.”

  He put the tip of his cock at her entrance, and she cried out as he sank inch by inch within her, driving deeper. He pulled out, and she saw the evidence of her pleasure on his dick, how slick it was.

  “I’m going to fill you up, and we’re going to watch it spill out of your pussy, baby. I want you to see whose cum is inside you. Who owns you.”

  He pushed back in, holding her knees for leverage as he pounded inside her, making her take all of his cock. He was so long and big that it was at the point of pain. She didn’t protest though. She took his cock and begged for more.

  Draven didn’t let up, and when he finally brought her to orgasm, it was the most amazing experience of her life.

  He didn’t stop, and as he fucked her, the pleasure of his cock prolonged her orgasm until she came a second time. He held her still, keeping her in place as he got closer to orgasm.

  When he finally found his release, she felt each pulse as he filled her with every single drop. He held himself still within her, and she stared up at him, shaken by how intense that had been.

  Draven pulled out of her, and true to his word, they watched as his cum spilled onto the pool table, their combined releases soaking the fabric.

  Chapter Eleven

  “We’re going out,” Draven said, entering the library three days later.

  Harper looked up from her book, and he saw the question in her blue eyes. After they had fucked all night long, he’d abandoned her to take care of business.

  He knew she was upset from being left alone, but he didn’t have time to babysit her feelings, and he needed to get some fucking perspective on his own. Not to mention, Axel was still fucking nowhere to be found and wasn’t answering any of his calls.

  Tillie was demanding his presence at her sex dungeon, and an MC deal had gone in the crapper.

  All in all, he wasn’t ready to deal with Harper or what she wanted to talk about. He had his own problems, and they didn’t include her.

  “Where are we going?”

  “First, we’re going shopping. I looked at your clothes and they’re all crap.”

  “Hey, don’t talk about my clothes like that. They have feelings too.”

  “No, the person that wears them has feelings.”

  “Exactly, and this person is a little pissed off right now.”

  “And I don’t give a shit. Get ready. We leave in ten minutes.”

  “Hold on a minute,” Harper said. “You’re going to come in here after three days, making demands, and I don’t even get a ‘Hi, Harper’?”

  “Hi, Harper. Get your shit together.”

  “Draven.”

  “Not fucking now. Do you really think I’ve got time for all of this girly shit right now? I’ve got things to do, and it doesn’t involve holding your hand. Get ready.”

  He slammed the door closed and didn’t look back.

  The guards stayed silent as he stalked past them. He went to his car, climbed behind the wheel, and waited for Harper to arrive. She didn’t keep him waiting long.

  She didn’t change out of the sweatpants and shirt, and her hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush. She slammed the car door closed.

  He didn’t care. Pulling off the drive, he headed in the direction of the city.

  “We’re leaving Stonewall?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where’s Axel?”

  “None of your business.”

  “You’ve not seen him? Heard from him?”

  “Nope. He’s doing whatever he wants to do.”

  “Do you know he was screwing my boss? Was he supposed to be doing Stephanie? She was a good woman. A nice woman. A little naive when it came to men, but I don
’t want her hurt.”

  “Harper, the only reason Axel was there was to get an easy fuck. The fact you were working there was a mere coincidence, nothing more.”

  “Are you going to tell me why you’re in a pissy mood?”

  “Nope.”

  “What are we doing then?”

  “We are going shopping. Then afterward, we’re going to have some fun.”

  “All out of Stonewall?”

  “I’m not trapped there, Harper. If you want to stay there, be my fucking guest and go back there. I’ve got other things to do.” He brought the car to an abrupt stop.

  “I’m good.”

  “Seriously, I’m not in the fucking mood for whatever bullshit you’re playing.”

  “I’m not playing any bullshit, Draven. I just, it has been three days.”

  “Is your pussy missing me?” He knew he was being a prick, but right now, he didn’t want to be anything else.

  “Why are you being a prick?”

  “I want to have some fun, babe. You want to make this hard, then you can go back to the cells. I’ll gladly put you there, or are you going to prove to me that you’re loyal to me?”

  “I’m ready to have some fun.” She stayed looking at straight ahead but not at him.

  He wouldn’t allow her to put on music. The drive helped him to unwind.

  After a few minutes, Harper leaned back, and she fell asleep. The silence was a welcome reprieve from the darkness swirling inside him. One of the jobs he had to deal with was a girl. She’d been taken off the street and put in one of the brothels he owned. She didn’t last a weekend. A couple of clients decided to use her as a punching bag, and Draven had to clean up the mess.

  The men were two well-known businessmen, and he was already working on dealing with them.

  “Pussy is all around you, son. You got to learn to cut yourself off. They earn a living. They could be on the streets, but they’re not. They get tested regularly, and they take cock. Expensive cock. You want to be weak, cry for them. You’ll dig your own grave.”

  Draven ran a hand down his face, trying to clear the disgust from his mind. His hands shook, and he gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

  He shouldn’t care.

  But he did.

  For a long time, he’d cut off all feeling, all caring for anything and everything. He didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.

  A few weeks of Harper in his life and the rage that bubbled within him threatened to spill out and completely destroy him.

  Harper let out a moan and turned over. He glanced over at her, and she looked so peaceful in sleep. So beautiful and innocent.

  He thought about what they did on the pool table, seeing his cum spill from inside her.

  It turned him on knowing there was nothing between them. She belonged to him just as he belonged to her.

  He was falling again. He had to stop that shit.

  She didn’t want any more punishments, and yet, could he trust her?

  According to the guards, she made no attempt to escape. She always stayed within the grounds and didn’t even try to tempt them to leave.

  She’d asked Ian and of course Hannah to let her go, and she repeatedly asked him to let her go.

  He couldn’t bring himself to let her though. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was to keep her around and to use her before throwing her aside. So far, that hadn’t worked.

  One look at her, and he knew he couldn’t do that, not after being balls deep inside her.

  His father always had the evidence of Harper’s misdeeds, whenever Draven felt … the need for her. She’d betrayed them all, but Draven had never admitted to anyone how he felt. There were moments in the first five years, where he would miss her, crave her touch. In those moments, it was like his father knew, and he’d get to see how fucking stupid he was. Harper wasn’t the girl he thought she once was, but something far deadlier.

  He held onto the steering wheel driving them for three hours straight. His first stop was to get her some clothes.

  Draven liked to look at her body, and the only way to do that was to dress her appropriately.

  They entered the first store, and Harper dragged her feet like a damn child.

  “You’re not leaving here until you’ve got clothes, or I’ll start making you walk around my house naked.”

  “You’re a sadist.”

  “Not even close,” he said.

  His threat seemed to do the trick as she picked up some jeans, shirts, and he got her some dresses to try on.

  She wrinkled her nose, but he ignored that. She was going to look amazing by his side, and of course he loved seeing her walk around his home.

  When he was in his office and Harper walked the gardens, he often stopped to watch her. He didn’t know what it was, but seeing her, knowing she was close by, it offered him a comfort he didn’t realize he needed.

  Once they had all of her clothes that she’d need, he spared no expense. He could afford it.

  Next was that night’s evening gown. He had no interest in returning to Stonewall. Draven ordered for his woman to look the part for a date, and the staff accommodated him.

  Much to Harper’s annoyance, she was cleaned up, hair done into a neat style, and of course, her nails, makeup, and dress were dealt with.

  It took them two hours, but as Harper left the room, Draven could only stare.

  When they walked into the store, she’d looked like she walked off the streets in comparison. Her hair was glossed and falling around her in ringlets, her skin flawless with a hint of makeup. The dress, which was black, molded to every single curve and seemed to help enhance her beauty.

  She looked stunning. There was no other word for it.

  Actually, she looked like a queen. His queen.

  She ran her hands down her stomach. “How do I look?”

  “Beautiful.”

  “Well, they pulled and pretty much stitched this into place.” She shrugged, wrapping an arm across her middle.

  “We’re heading out to dinner.”

  He held his hand out, and she took it.

  They walked to the payment desk, and he handed over his card. He struggled when it came to not looking at Harper.

  To him, she had always been a looker.

  Her icy blue eyes, raven hair, and curves. Some boys or men liked a woman with no extra flesh, no weight. For him, he loved to feel her body against him, her softness, even when they were younger.

  Having her in his arms was like a fucking dream to him.

  Harper hadn’t lost her curves, and since he’d been feeding her, she seemed to have this glow about her, this natural beauty that just drew him.

  Draven arranged for the rest of her packages to be brought back to Stonewall, and when they were done, he took her hand and led her back to the car.

  “Do you still love Italian?”

  “Of course.”

  “Good.”

  He drove them to one of the best Italian restaurants the city held. It wasn’t one he owned either. His reach was far but not this far. Was that why he picked this? To be far from any of his influences?

  He wanted to remind Harper that he was more than what his father had made him.

  The valet opened the door for Harper, but Draven rushed around and took over. No one but himself was going to be touching her tonight.

  There was no way he’d even be able to share her, not with anyone.

  “I’ll take it from here.”

  He held her hand, and he went to the maître d’ and gave his name. Within a matter of minutes, they were seated.

  The soft candlelight gave a romantic feel to the room. He stared across the table at her, and she looked around her.

  “This is a really nice place,” she said.

  “I heard they have the best pasta in the world.”

  She laughed. “That’s Italy.”

  “And this is a little slice of it.”

  “So, are you going to tell me what is
wrong with you or are we going to pretend everything is more than fine?”

  “I had a trying day at work, Harper. Let’s say, it was one of the worst I’ve had.”

  “You keep a list of worst days?”

  “Yes. Two of them are because of Buck and Jett.” He saw her wince. He liked seeing her pain.

  In a strange way, it was her punishment for knowing they died because of her.

  “You must really hate me. You keep throwing their deaths up in my face, and you always look satisfied when it hurts.”

  He sat back. She made no move to run. They were in a different city. There were no guards around to keep them both in check.

  He was on his own when it came to her, and yet, if she did try to run, he’d catch her. She’d been gone from his life once, but never again. Her time for running was over.

  She flicked a hand back, and he watched her hair fall away.

  The waiter came to get their drinks order. He opted for whiskey while she just took some water.

  “Not feeling well?” he asked.

  “I’m feeling fine. I just don’t want to not remember the night before.”

  “You don’t remember the night?” Draven asked.

  “No.” She shrugged. “That’s why I’m going to keep a clear head.”

  The waiter brought them their drinks. He took a sip of whiskey. It would be his one and only for the night.

  Harper looked through the menu, and he was more occupied with her.

  “You’re staring,” she said, looking up.

  He smiled. “You look pretty.”

  “It’s amazing what a couple of hours can do, right?”

  “So true.” He winked at her. “I couldn’t see you sitting through all that in high school.”

  For the first time that day and night, he saw her smile.

  “Could you imagine? No way in hell would I allow someone to poke and prod me. It would drive me insane.”

  “And now you sat through it willingly.”

  “You look so very proud.”

  “I am.”

  Silence fell on their table, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was … relaxing.

  He signaled the waiter over and gave their order when they were ready, and Harper sat back, sipping at her water the moment they were alone again.

  “I could get used to this.”