The Queen Avianna

CHAPTER 05

WARNING: s****l CONTENT

Finally concurred for all that I'm still frantic.

Still in two minds of what to look forward to. Though the alcohol in me guarantees all will be well.

The girls landed me one of their lingerie sets and cuffed me up on the bed. They put a blind fold over my eyes. I guess this is what Kellie meant when she said you can't see them.

A part of me hoped I get someone who knows what their doing.I may be drunk but I'm still alive.

It would be way better if I get the best experience of my life just to at least lift my spirits. Even though I might not even remember the next morning.

"I'll be sure not to disappoint you," one of the girls which I recognize as Susan says.

"We're leaving. Someone will be here in a few minutes," Brooke says.

" I'm ready for whatever you have for me," *I guess* I chuckle nervously.

" That's the spirit." They both leave, I hear the door shut. The quietness brings a bit of panic. Rethinking my choices in the darkness. Still I feel like it. I don't feel like backing out. It my be the alcohol making the decision. Usually doesn't always make the best decisions, but f*ck it.

I'll deal with it in the morning. Right now, I'll just flow with the river and see where it spits me.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door opening again. I knew it wasn't the girls. I could smell them and its a more masculine cologne. Bold and divine, and I could tell it was expensive. Believe me, I know expensive when I smell it. I've been there.

I feel nervous as the footsteps descend closer and closer. The whole aura around him was majestic for an unknown reason. It propels me to want to take off my blind fold and see who it is. But I can't. Even if I wanted to. Not with these hands tied.

I felt him plump right next to me and his perfume becomes even more intoxicating. I judge this may not be as bad.

A sensation of his hand grazing my cheek, electric sparks wave through out my whole body. I've heard about electric sparks before but never thought they were real.

Goosebumps, sure. Butterflies, okay. But never the sparks.

The more I feel his touch, the more I feel them. The more I want him to continue touching me.

His fingers are soft on my skin but leaving permanent damage. I never thought you could long for someone to touch you more.

Maybe I'm too drunk. But if I am, then I'm glad.

His fingers move in circles around the edges of my neck, studying every possible bone.

He hasn't even done anything yet but I'm embarrassed of how wet I am already. I couldn't wait for what more is to come from this majestic man.

I feel his nose touch my neck followed by a long whiff. Is he sniffing me? It's weird, I think, but I kind of liked it. I probably smell like booze and sweat , all my cologne burned out from all the intense dancing.

Then followed by a light kiss but enough to make my whole body crazy. His breath burning like wild fire.

His teeth like vampiric fangs as they nibble my delicate skin. A grunt leaves my mouth, my body urging towards his.

His hot lips part with mine. Kisses are way too personal for me. I wasn't sure about it but he didn't seem to care. He seem to have more control over my lips more than I.

I never thought a kiss alone can be so enchanting.

I never want for it to stop. I block out all thought about what this is, what it might mean the next time I open my eyes again. And I kissed him until all thought disappeared from my mind and I become a living pulse, conscious only of what I want to do to him.

I didn't even know nor can see him but for some reason I felt so attracted to him. I couldn't explain my attraction towards him and the more he touched the harder I feel the pull.

His hand tracing along my spine sending shivers flickering everywhere. Until his fingers trace along my lace lining. But I want way more than that.

Like reading my mind his hand slip inside rubbing against the most delicate parts of my skin.

"Mhhhm!" Slipping two fingers inside me and I arched my body to meet him. Like a magician working his wand. Soft moans escaping my mouth with every stroke and pull.

"What's your name?" he whispers his hot breath burning my ears. His beard tickling my skin. Hearing his voice for the first time I think I melted. Processing the deep, fruity voice in my mind. It took me just as long to answer his question.

Scared that I might have already forgotten my own name. It felt hard to find words for it.

"Avi-Avianna," my voice faint and brittle.

" Beautiful name for a beautiful queen, " he whispers again. Did he just call me a queen? Beautiful queen? I couldn't control the smile that spreads on my face.

" What's yours? " I ask. Even though knowing it didn't matter. I didn't care who he was but only what he was about to do to me.

" Maybe I'd like you to be a judge of that," he replies running his finger along my breastbone.

"Huh?" I breathe not understanding his words. I hadn't realized my bra was already unfastened. Caressing my breasts licking my hard n*pples, then moved his lips slowly down my stomach. Ecstasy burning . Through the darkness I feel he has many hands touching me everywhere at once. Many mouths, which move so deft over my body.

Removing my lace, kissing me right about my pubic bone. He slips two fingers inside me again. His tongue move between my legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, in a rhythm like a giant wave.

My thighs shaking with pleasure, my moans begging for more. All this and I couldn't even touch him. I couldn't see what was happening. I could only imagine and it is somehow refreshing. I was not scared to see what he looks. If he has a face only a mother can love.

The feeling is just enticing.

My body resonates already hitting the climax.

Swift and proficient he shifts his position, inclined over my body. Feeling that he is too as naked. Pushing away the need to see what towers over me.

He brushed and kissed my breasts once again. Pinching and twisting painfully and deliciously. I feel like I'm in a dream. A very wonderful dream. I want him soldered to me, head to toe. Shivers passing recklessly through my body.

All the things I want him to do. To do them for as long as I live. Isn't it painful I could never know this stranger. This could be our first and last ride.

He lays his full length over me. Enjoying his weight and being crushed under his burning body. The man was muscular, I could now feel him. Goodness me, the scent and taste and feel of him was majestic. It was like tiny fireworks going off all over my body, bits of me I'd thought dead reigniting to life.

Feeling my legs forced apart he asked, "Are ready?"

"Yes do it..." I cried like a little desperate baby. My mouth opens as I feel him forcing himself inside me. Maybe I wanted to scream but my airways were suddenly blocked.

It didn't take long for me to reach my

His strong c*ck was now freely moving in and out. My loud moans filling the whole room.

His lips laid over my mouth kissing me so dearly. His whole body burning over me. I could mistaken him for a sick man with fever but he moves far way better than a healthy man.

His movement so deft that he's done this more than a thousand times.

climax again. Bucking my hips, beginning to come.