“My Queen, the prisoner you requested.”

 “Thank you Sasha, that will be all.” Queen Lala waved a delicate hand, her long red fingernails, shining under the overhead lights. “You may speak.”

 Eyes the color of dark indigo flashed with anger, “You wanted to see me Lala, make your demand.”

Lala stiffened at the insolent tone. Stepping forward, her eyes roaming over the magnificent bare chest on display, Lala’s nostrils flared at the spicy aroma of sweat and male muskiness animating from the prisoner in front of her. Reaching out with the leather-riding crop, she traced the shape of his pecks, “I am your Queen, and you will bow down before me.”

 Hands clenching under the leather restraints, the prisoner, clenched his teeth as his hard abdominal muscles quivered under the gentle touch of the crop, “I bow down to no one, especially while under restraint.”

One delicately arched black brow rose at his petulant answer, a saucy grin, lighting her beautiful face, as she stepped around him to inspect him from the rear. Lala expelled a gasp of delight as she inspected the burgeoning muscles of his back, and then lower, her eyes feasting on the round firm globs of his ass, perfectly showcased in the tight leather pants. Not able to help herself, she lifted a hand to grasp a firm hold of one perfectly shaped cheek. “What is your name, prisoner?” She asked in a sensual whisper, squeezing and rubbing the firm cheeks.

 “Drake.”

 “And do you know why you are here in my chamber, Drake?” Dropping the riding crop, she lifted her other hand to caress and mold the broad muscles of his back, not able to resist any further temptation, her tongue darted out to trace the flesh on display.

 Drake’s muscles contracted when he felt the smooth velvety texture of Lala’s tongue tracing the contours of his back. Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back, savoring the sweet excitement building in him. “You want to talk?” he jokingly husked out. 

Lala laughed, allowing her hands to massage and rub over his satiny skin. “Not exactly.” She purred softly as she stepped around to the front of Drake to scrape her nails over his broad chest and down his hard abdominal muscles. “I want to fuck you.” She stated before capturing one hard male nipple between her teeth, then flicking it with her tongue.

 “I don’t do dominatrix games sweetheart. I like to be in charge. And I can’t do that with my hands tied.” He chided between clenched teeth.

Not wanting to make the other one jealous, Lala trailed a wet path over to the other hard nipple, clamoring for her attention, “But I love it when a man is at my mercy.”

 “When was the last time you allowed a man to take charge?”

She straightened up, her green eyes flashing her displeasure, “Never.”

 And before Lala knew what was happening Drake had lifted his arms up, and over her head, effectively pinning her luscious curves against his solid frame, his hands still shackled with the leather restraints. “Then untie me and let me show you what you’ve been missing,” his indigo eyes shimmering with desire, pinned his gaze to her full sensual lips.

“What—what if you tried to escape.” She stated breathlessly.

 He threw back his head and barked with laughter, his black as night hair shining under the lights when he looked back down, capturing her emerald gaze, “Trust me, with you in my arms, ready and willing, wild animals couldn’t drag me away.” And then his warm firm lips swooped down to capture hers in a possessive kiss.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips before prying hers apart with determination. He sought and found her tongue, gliding and sucking, mating until they both were gasping for air. “Untie me, Lala, now!” He demanded in a heated rush, while lifting his arms from around her ample waist.

 She was so turned on she was shaking with desire. With trembling fingers she fumbled with the ties, only managing to loosen them before Drake gave a roar of frustration, then tore them the rest of the way off.

Once freed, Drake clasped her softly rounded arms in a firm grasp, hauling her roughly up against his solid frame, his fingers tightening firmly, “Tell me now if you don’t like it rough, Lala, because you’ve got me so horny right now, I don’t know how much foreplay there’ll be.” 

 Her long ebony hair flowing over creamy shoulders when she shook her head, Lala whispered hoarsely, “Just fuck me Drake, I trust you.”

With a groan of surrender, he captured her mouth with his one once more, while he bent down to lift her high in his arms, the kiss continued as he moved over to the bed and placed her gently upon the satin sheets. Tearing his mouth from hers, he clasped the collar of her gown, ripping it down the center, leaving her completely bare to his hungry gaze.

 Lala couldn’t explain why she didn’t feel self-conscious with Drake hovering above her, his dark magnetic eyes sweeping over her. Her nipples hardened to painful peeks, her pussy was dripping and wet. With half hooded eyes, she clamped her thighs together in order to alleviate the ache in her swelling pussy as she lifted a hand to run it softly down his abdomen. “Please.” Is all she could manage.

Sucking in a shuddering breath, Drake growled deep in his throat before stating, “You are so beautiful Lala.” Quickly undoing the buttons on his leather pants, he gave a quick push, allowing his huge cock to spring forward in all its glory.

 Shaking her head in the negative, Lala stated hoarsely, “I don’t need false flattery Drake, I just need you.”

When Drake stretched out beside her on the bed, he slipped his arms around her luscious curves, pulling her up tightly against him. Capturing one of her delicate hands, he guided it to his ridged cock, her fingers automatically curling around the shaft causing him to shudder in response. Cupping her jaw, he tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him, “Trust me, I wouldn’t be hard enough to drill nails, if I didn’t find you desirable.”

 Lala massaged her hand up and down his ridged shaft, luxuriating in the velvety feel in her hand, “Kiss me Drake!”

He bent his head to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, plunging his tongue in and out of her moist cavern, showing her what he intended to do to her hot pussy. Wrenching his mouth away from hers, he clasped her hand, pulling it away from his straining erection, “You’ve got me right on the edge, sweetheart. If I let you continue, it will be over before it begins.”

 Dropping a quick possessive kiss on her lips, Drake slide down to suckle her breasts into straining peeks, then continued nibbling and kissing his way over her softly rounded stomach until he reached the nest of black curls that covered her pussy.

Spreading her ample thighs, making a soft bedding for his head, Lala cried out with pleasure when Drake parted her swollen lips. He stroked his tongue from her heated core to the tip of her clit, “Ah Lala!” He moaned with pleasure, “You are so hot and wet, you’re already creaming!”

 “Please Drake!” She pleaded, her hips bucking and wreathing as the tension built within her. “Ooohhh! Drake! I’m going to cum!”

He slipped two fingers into her heated core, pumping in and out at high speed, while his mouth flicked and sucked at her clit, “Let yourself go sweetheart, I want to taste all of you!”

 “Oh god! Yes, yes, yes!” Lala cried out as her body quaked from her orgasm.

Drake pushed up onto his knees, gripping both of her legs in firm but gentle hands, he spread her further open, and then he plunged his swollen cock into her tingling pussy, filling her completely. He stayed there for a moment, buried balls deep in her, trying to staff off his impending orgasm. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, when Lala’s internal muscles began to clench at him. “Lala don’t move!” He stated between clenched teeth, “I don’t want to hurt you!”

 Shaking her head in the negative, she lifted her hands to grasp and knead her breasts, pinching the nipples causing a friction of need to shoot straight to her pussy, “You won’t hurt me Drake, honestly,” she pleaded, “just fuck me…hard!”

Not able to resist her pleas any longer, Drake pulled out, then plunged back in her welcoming heat. He continued to pump in and out in a fulfilling act, until at last they both stiffened, before exploding in climax.

 Collapsing on his forearms, panting for breath, his forehead resting against hers, Drake growled in contentment. “Now, that was worth a bow, my queen.” He stated sealing it with a kiss.