Dark Queen Series, Part 4

He reached up to punch in her door code when he felt a chill down his spine. Someone was watching him, he was sure of it. He turned and looked along the corridor, but it seemed empty. "Hello?" He asked, listening to his lonely voice echo down the halls, not receiving a reply.

Shrugging to himself he punched her door code in and pushed his way into the room. "Cass? Ya here?"

Her room was empty, he walked across to her bed, upon which was a piece of paper. He picked it up and unfolded it.

Butch,

I've been sent on an assignment. Back in 2 weeks.

See you then. Cassidy.

P.S. Feed my fish.

Butch snorted to himself, "Feed her fish?" He crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it to the floor.

Walking across the small room, he opened her fridge and pulled out a beer, and collapsed back onto Cassidy's bed with a sigh. He opened the can, and was about to take a drink when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He shot the door an angry look, and continued with his drink. But once again the knock came, calm and yet highly persistent.

He sighed and pulled himself off the bed, and stumbled lazily to the door. He pulled it open and was confronted with cleavage.

His mouth dropped open as he took in the large breasts, tightly encased in a very small black top, with a stretched red 'R' emblazoned on it.

Then suddenly remembering himself, he snapped his jaw shut and quickly jerked his head to face level. It was a woman, but that went without saying. Her head was cocked at an almost coy angle, but the look in her deep brown eyes was far from innocent. "Is Cassidy there?" She asked in a low, feminine and breathless voice, as she pushed past Butch into the room.

"Well I - she - I -" Butch mentally kicked himself and started again, this time trying to find some words of more then one syllable. "No, she's gone on an assignment, she won't be back for a fortnight."

"Oh really?" asked the girl, sounding neither upset nor particularly surprised. She sat gracefully on Cassidy's bed, the almost indecently short black skirt rode up her thighs showing a tantalising view of suspenders. She shot a look to the beer can in his hand, "You wouldn't happen to have another of those would you?" She asked, her head once again at the coy angle.

Butch, who now realised he was still standing in the open doorway, probably staring a little too openly at her, coughed nervously, and quickly swung the door shut. "Erm, yeah, sure." He walked over to the fridge and pulled one out and handed it to her.

She sighed heavily as he gave it to her, and he was aware as her chest needlessly grew that it was no accident, but he didn't care. It had been too long since anyone had bother flirting with him, let alone someone this attractive.

That was why he was shocked, he realised. She was incredibly attractive, and ... well, sexy. All his life he's had the less attractive girls coming onto him; the ones who had to make do with second best. If this girl really was coming onto him, she had to be pulling him along, he was sure. In fact she'd probably been put up to this. That's it, he decided. This is a bet, and I'm the damn pawn.

She pulled the tab on the can and some sprays of beer splashed back at her, she gave a tut and with a quick flick of her wrists ran her hands quickly over her breasts, to wipe up the liquid. Butch sat down quickly next to her, just in case the fact her seduction was working began to show.

The girl took a swig from her drink, and then pushed her deep purple hair over her shoulders with her slender, pale hand and then drew her hand slowly down her neck, down her breast and to her lap. "It's unlucky Cassidy isn't here," She said in her powerful and light voice.

"Really?" Butch asked, before taking a long sip from his drink out of severe discomfort.

"Well, unlucky for her maybe," She gave a smile, and then bent and put her beer can on the floor. "She usually enjoys my visits." She looked at Butch, her eyes looking much too knowing for her almost innocent face.

"Oh, really?" Butch asked, his voice slightly cracked. Don't be a kid, she's just trying to get you riled up for a bet, He snapped at himself mentally.

She nodded, and then reached her hand into her top and pulled out a pair of handcuffs which had somehow been concealed down there without changing her cleavage shape at all. She held her hand out, the cuffs hanging off her index finger. "I brought these for our game tonight." She gave a Cheshire smile.

She's just toying with you, Butch tried to remind himself, but his mind was too clouded with images of this woman and Cassidy to pay proper attention. He just stared almost hypnotised at her, sure his mouth had fallen open again.

She moved slightly closer to him, and leaning over pressed one of her hands on his leg, moving it slowly up until it was pressed against his manhood, where his arousal was beginning to manifest. "I excite you, don't I?" She asked, with a dangerous but compelling tone in her voice.

Butch tried to answer, but found it hard to take his mind of what she had said and what she was doing.

"It excites you that someone like me would even act this interested and flirty with you; because you always get the short end of it because of one minor imperfection, doesn't it?"

That snapped Butch out of his stupor, "How did you know that?" He asked, but before he could say any more she pressed her hand hard against his stiffening manhood and against himself he let out a moan.

She smiled wickedly, "That's the answer I was looking for." She stood, moving her hand quickly to the collar of his top and pulling him to his feet. She grabbed his wrist and slapped the handcuffs down onto it. She pulled it behind his back and tried to grab his other wrist, but he pulled away.

"Hold on a fucking minute, I thought you just said you and Cassidy where an item!"

The girl gave an exasperated sigh, "How incredibly old fashioned. Do you know what the world is like today?"

Butch wondered if he was supposed to answer, but she continued on, grabbing his free wrist with surprising strength and pulling it behind his back.

"Cassidy, God love her, is incredibly naive about the world and our situation, she appears to think she is the only one." She gave a short laugh and moved around to face Butch, she pulled his face to hers harshly and kissed him with violent passion.

She pulled apart, and pushed him to the bed, "Everyone I meet knows instinctively not to pursue me, not to hate me or love me, not to wonder where I go off to every day. But dear sweet Cassidy has broken all these rules," She gave a rueful smile. "You can't help admire that, can you?"

She leaned forward and kissed his again, biting down on his lips as she pulled away, "I give ultimate pleasure to those I decide are worth it, and you could be one of those people Butch." She pushed her hand against his manhood again, rough and yet sensuous. "And I know you want to be one of those people." She leaned close to his face, her lips just barely apart from his, her hot breath pushing against his face as she whispered her last word, "Desperately."

She pulled back, hands on her slender waist, head cocked. "You can have it all Butch," She said powerfully. "But Cassidy will never learn you even know the slightest thing about me, let alone anything else. Got it?"

Butch barely had to think about this deal for a second, "She'll never know," He said in his gruff voice.

She smiled; it was the kind of smile a Persian gave when it catches a pikachu. Then her lips were forcefully upon his again, as she pushed him to a lying position on the bed. She felt his arm muscles tense as she felt him pull against the handcuffs, trying to free himself, and she smiled wickedly and then broke off the kiss. She looked evilly at Butch as he gasped for Breath, although she herself seemed not to suffer from a similar loss of breath.

She pulled herself slowly down Butch's body, she reached his crotch and paused. He let out another moan, knowing she was delaying this on purpose. She smiled to herself, and then slowly unzipped his pants, releasing his length from it's confines.

Her fingers wrapped and moved along his manhood with an excruciating slowness. An audible groan escaped his lips and he felt sheer pleasure as she stroked his rod slowly harder and harder, pulling and rubbing more than she should.

She let go momentarily and kissed him again, both of them fighting for the control of the kiss. Her hand pushed roughly against his still stiffening length as she pushed her tongue hard into his mouth. Butch could feel her hard nipples even through the layers of clothes, and yet apart from that there was no other sign that she was aroused.

Then she broke off the kiss, and his thoughts quickly left his mind as he felt her lips close around his searing length.

She took him into her mouth and worked his rod with intensity with her tongue, her hands massaging his balls, bringing his feelings of pleasure he had never experienced before. He bit his lip trying to keep from moaning again, his hands pulling at the cuffs behind his back.

As she worked back and forth along his manhood, his groans made her smile against his organ. Picking up momentum, she could feel him lifting his hips, trying to thrust into her. She felt his manhood grow hard and withdrew her sumptuous mouth from him before he had a chance to reach his climax, biting down on his length as she did so.

He gasped and moaned, as she pulled herself to straddle his stomach. "We don't want all the fun over and done with already do we?" She smiled again; and then pushed her hands against her breasts, still encased tightly in her top, and gave a moan that made a shot of pleasure run through Butch, and he closed his eyes momentarily against it.

He opened his eyes as she removed the tight cloth, she cupped her beasts, rubbing her fingers over the hard nipples. She smiled a secret smile, and hoisted her hips upwards, and pulled her skirt up so it was more like a belt around her waist. Beneath the skirt she was wearing a suspender belt and nothing else; the spot where she had been sitting on Butch's chest had a damp stain. Still everything else about her suggested she wasn't in the least aroused, and her lack of arousal did wonders for Butch's.

She slid her hands down her body slowly, and then pushed two fingers into her core; she removed them with a powerful look on her face and then held them before his lips. "Since I walked into this room you've wanted to taste me Butch. Go on, taste."

He lifted his head and flicked his tongue out to lick her wet fingers, she pushed her fingers into his mouth, his tongue working around them, as they slid in and out of his mouth. He gave another low moan in his throat. She saw his muscles flex as he once again tried to pull out of the handcuffs.

She pulled her fingers harshly from his lips and pressed her hot mouth against his again, biting his tongue and lips, and this time he bit back. She pulled herself upright; a look of amusement on her face.

She rubbed her body back across his stomach and then straddled his hips, posing above him, knowing he was burning for his release. She gave her wicked grin again, as she remained her, the tip of his manhood pressing into her core just the tiniest bit, her hands on his stomach, holding him down with surprising strength. She watched him stain with his handcuffs and against her, feeling the need to go further, much further. She laughed at his efforts quietly and with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"All good things to those who wait, Butch," She said in an innocent voice. Butch strained once again with the cuffs, and then looked up at her. She looked puzzled, but they both knew it was all an act. "Are you waiting for release?" She asked softly. "Do you want your Queen to give you what you desire?"

"Yes," He said quickly, "Yes I want you-" He paused and then smiled o himself as if he had cracked a code. "My Queen."

"Good." She smiled. "Very good." She closed her eyes and sat down on him, impaling the Rocketeer within her. Butch let out a heavy sigh, only then realising how long he had been waiting for this.

She kept her eyes closed, and licked her lips, then began to rock back and forth, back and forth, slowly and slower, slower and slowly. She looked at him, smiling devilishly rubbing her fingers roughly over her nipples as she knew he longed to with her.

Her face came closer to his, her voice a whisper "Do you want me to be a girl? Tell you how big you are, how you can hit every point inside me? Or is your Queen treating you the way you've dreamt of all your life?"

"You know you are," He murmured between his moans.

She pulled back, and smiled. She picked up speed, rocking intensely; with a need Butch understand since he felt it himself. She pushed herself onto him as deep he could go, bringing their lions into contact.

Butch pulled against the cuffs again to no avail. He felt himself sheathed deep within her. He felt her rocking slowly, quickly, slowly, slower and he couldn't escape the groans that escaped his lips. He wanted his release in her, he wanted to bring her to her own climax, but he felt non of this was his doing, if he could get free of the bonds... But it was impossible.

Closing his eyes, he felt her move up and down his shaft, the friction between them arousing a lust that was buried deep within. A fire coursed through his body as she began to pick up momentum. Lifting his hips, he tried to pump into her in an effort to finally cum and have the pleasure of climax fill his body.

He felt her muscles begin tighten around him, and was still amazed at how, with all past of her body giving away her arousal, she still seemed calm, cool and incredible in control. Her breath was still normal. Her face showed no signs of excitement... That, Butch decided, was the most sexy thing about her.

She felt her muscles tighten around him and pulled herself almost all the way off his rod, when suddenly she brought herself back down quickly setting off the spasms deep within her core that rocked her body. Butch felt her walls spasm and almost immediately his seed spill into her, which a loud moan, more like a cry, then his head fell back against the bed, exhausted.

He looked up at the girl, who was sitting her adjusting her hair, looking thoughtful, but also as if nothing had happened. Any signs she had been aroused and cum were just not one her face, she was not out of breath even slightly. He frowned; it irritated him, but also aroused him.

Suddenly he noticed that he was still inside her. Moving his hips slightly, he heard her gasp. A wicked grin crossed his face as he pushed himself up and into her.

Her face took on a look of shock and surprise, then it vanished and she became the powerful Queen again. Sitting as still as possible, she could feel him trying to push himself deep within her. "So you think you can go again?" she smirked, moving slowly back and forth.

Butch groaned beneath her and felt helpless at her mercy again. He felt as though he was on fire, lifting his hips toward her. Each time he tried to thrust into her, he was met with the agonizing reality that he couldn't move.

He felt her moving on his length and felt a burning deep inside of him begin slowly at first until it hit him all at once. He came as his hot liquid poured from him into her essence, yelling with his orgasm; "Oh my Queen!"

She smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, biting them as the pulled apart. Bending she picked up her top and pulled it on, and pulled her skirt back down. She shot a look back him , as he lay on the bed, panting. She smirked, "I was thinking of leaving you here. Waiting for when Cassidy came home."

His eyes widened and he pulled himself up clumsily due to the fact his hands where still cuffed behind his back. "You fucking wouldn't dare!"

She held her index finger to her lips and looked thoughtful, then a smile spread across her face. "I'll let you go, but then I'll need you for another game. I'll let you go, but you must play the game when I call for you Butch. Do you agree with your Queen?"

"I agree and will obey, my Queen," He rushed, not knowing what game she had in mind, but anything to get him out of these handcuffs.

She grabbed him arm and spun him roughly round, she pulled a key from somewhere on her person and unlocked the cuffs, she pushed the key into his hands. "You'll take care of these for your Queen wont you?"

"Well.. I.. Yes." He said with a dejected sigh. If he hadn't felt tired and confused by everything that was happening, he probably would have attacked her now with her own handcuffs.

She looked around the room bemused, "And if you clean up poor Cass' room, then next time I'll make you cum even harder." She pushed her way out of the room leaving Butch's head spinning.

He wasn't sure he could cum any harder then he had cum today, but, he thought with a grin, it's going to be great fun trying.

To Be Continued...