Pre Order! HER MAJESTY & THE VIRGIN by: N.J. Adel

Theo
“God forbid I ask Your Majesty to apologize. All I ask for is…the kindness and care Your Majesty has always showed me.” I wish for a lot more, though. A kiss. A word of affection. Permission to give her my heart as I’ve given her my body and soul. But she’s made it clear love is another crime in her book.
~*~*~
“You do what you’ve done to me today to all the other men who…pleasure you?”
“Only the ones who enjoy it as much as I do.”
“Which part do you enjoy the most? Playing with all the men or torturing them?”
“Both.”
I tremble. “You’re a sadist.”
She dings me with a look that says she’s done playing games. “I am.”

Her Majesty
Theodore is a virgin. My virgin. Everything he is, everything he learns will be for me.
I’ve never before fantasized about teaching a man how to touch me for my own gratification. I do now. It’s seductive. A promise of far, far more than a quick, anonymous coupling.

~*~*~

Having each one of the three for the first time has been a joyful experience. Having them together is even better.
For me. For the boys.
Definitely not for Theo.
He doesn’t complain, but I can see it in his eyes.
When he’s thrusting his cock between my tits while one of the boys is taking me from behind. When I’m probing a boy’s virgin rosebud with one gentle finger, and kissing the lips of another. When Theo doesn’t know whether I’m moaning for him. Whether I’m coming for him.
~*~*~
“This is not how I imagined cooking for you would be like.” He sets the table with dishes and silverware.
I laugh.
“And you’re enjoying this because it’s humiliating?”
“Not just that. I enjoy it because you’re very sexy naked, and even though I’ve had you four times this morning, I’m famished for you.”

Quinn
“What I do with my time is completely up to me to decide, Sir Quinlan.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I wish to call you.” She steps in front of me and marches. A gesture that means she doesn’t want me to walk by her side or talk anymore.
I stifle all my anger, resentment and jealousy and follow her.
Anywhere. To hell and beyond. It’s what I do.
I follow her.

~*~*~
Her eyes tear me to shreds.
Take her revenge.
You have broken me, Elysia.
For good.
Why am I still standing? Why haven’t I collapsed yet?
Do I still relish her punishment? Is there any level of pain I can’t take?
There is.
This.

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