Chapter 148

The brush landed in my hair, bristle side down, and my eyes flew open in shock. I almost lost my balance in surprise, but I tightened my core in order to stay upright. Queen Angelina gently slid the brush down my freshly washed tresses. Her hands glided down lightly after each stroke, following the course of the bristles. I remained stock still in confusion.
"My Queen...?"
"Shhh, "she repeated, and then began to quietly hum an old lullaby under her breath. It was one my mother used to sing to me as a child every night before bed. Images of poppy fields with singing nightingales, and the calming sound of flowing rivers filled my mind's eye, as peace encased my being. I lost count of the minutes we stayed like that, as if time had paused and led me into a new dimension.

The Queen ceased her administration on my crown, tying my coarse hair back with, what I assumed to be, one of the many ribbons intricately placed in her own hair.
"I had asked you a question. And you answered truthfully," she began, stepping around to face my front.
"It will be the last I ever ask of your opinion. Although, I never asked for such flippancy, nor do I tolerate such contemptuous behavior. I am the Queen of this country, whether you like it or not. As was my mother, and my mother's mother, and her mother before that. I am from a long line of royalty, no matter how I choose to run my castle or even the peasants that dwell in the surrounding lands."
As she spoke, Queen Angelina took a seat once again on her chaise, sitting upright. She placed the hair brush at her side and spread her skirts out, covering over half the length of the lounge. She then calmly rubbed her hands over the embroidered crimson fabrics as if to remove unwanted wrinkles, though there were none.
"Yes, I would say I'm selfish, and indeed I take slaves for mere pleasure, and also for labor. I pay their families well for the services I receive and I've yet to hear a complaint because of it.
"It is my way of helping to circulate money into the village, is it not?" The Queen raised a brow, but I remained silent, knowing the question to be hypothetical.
"You're learning," she mused, before continuing on.
"Do you want to know why I brushed your hair?" Again, a hypothetical question, and yet I nodded. A faint smile curled on her lips.
"There are two reasons. The first being because you have an aura of hatred and anger surrounding you. In my chambers, I'd rather be surrounded only by pleasant auras. Happiness, calm, submissive, pleasurable," she listed, counting off her fingers at each depicted mood.
"Pick any one of those but ire and hostility, I will not put up with." Queen Angelina glanced over to her hair brush. Lifting it, she slowly spun the handle, contemplating the raised pattern on its back and the rough bristles on its opposite side.
"The second reason was because your words angered me. Not that they weren't true, but to hear them from an untrained slave..." She shook her head as if to rid herself of the thought.
"The way you spoke was treason, and it cannot go unpunished. I pride myself in being a fair Queen to my slaves. One of my own rules is that I never punish in anger. If that were to happen," she paused. "No, let's not think of that."
Nevertheless, that was precisely what I began to think about. My mind couldn't wrap around her logic, but at the same time, I was relieved that I would not be punished while she was angry. I didn't want to be punished at all, although I knew I deserved it for the way I spoke earlier. She was Royalty after all, and deserved a little respect. Only a little; and that's all the inch I was willing to give.
"Now, come to me." Her eyes hardened and her tone took on more authority.
I stood, my mind spinning at the thought of what she would do next. This woman was too bipolar. Before I could latch onto any feeling of comfort in her presence, she switched back to her dominating persona. I began to stand and walk my way over to her when she held up her palm to stop me.
"On your knees," she commanded. "Always crawl to me unless I say otherwise, or until your training is completed."
I sunk back down to the plush carpet, and did as the Queen instructed. I gradually crept towards her until I was a foot from her poised body.
"Closer."
I didn't know what she meant. I was already close enough to smell the sweet, floral, essence, emanating from her skin. I eased forward.
"Close enough." The tip of my nose touched her billowing skirts and I waited patiently for her next order.
Instead of saying anything more, she roamed her warm hands over my body. I remained frozen in place as I was subjected to her touch. Queen Angelina passed her fingertips along my swinging breasts, causing me to shiver in unwanted pleasure. She then trailed her hands upward, over my shoulders and down along my spine. As she drew her hands along my waist and over my hips, I couldn't help my arousal. Her touch was comforting, like a massage over my earlier abused flesh.
I felt as my back arched under the Queen's graze across my upturned rump. The heat from her fingers seemed to send an electric current straight to my libido. I wanted more, but at the same time my mind was telling me that I didn't. My excitement was made evident to us both as the smell of my earthy musk mingled with the floral tones in the air. Only the sound of my erratic breathing echoed in my ears, along with my heartbeat as it palpated in an unfamiliar rhythm.
The Queen never faltered in her physical examination of my backside. She massaged the excess fat, kneading over the reddened skin. Her long fingers dipped between the crack of my lower cheeks and I felt as her digit rimmed the tiny circumference of my puckered opening. Instead of flinching away, I pushed into the contact, surrendering to it.
"Hmmm," Queen Angelina hummed in confusion at my change of heart.
"Quickly learning to submit, I see."
I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't submit. Not yet, not this quickly. I cannot lose myself so simply. My thoughts were torn in two. Half of me knew I should submit and that I had no choice, and yet the other half remained stubborn. I grit my teeth, but remained still.
"No." The words erupted from my throat before I could stop them. Queen Angelina clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
"I didn't think so," she concurred. "It's never so simple with your kind."
She leaned forward and dipped her fingers lower still, coming in contact with my wet mound.
"And yet," she began, pushing inside my folds. "Your body betrays you."
The Queen took her time toying with my sex. She milked her fingers in and out of my moist, warm cavern. Parting my labia with her ring and index, she sought out my engorged clit with her middle finger. As she thrummed against my sensitive bud, I couldn't help but moan. Rocking my hips, I tried to increase the pressure of her skilled touch on that region. I became feverish with lust, wanting more; so much more.
I felt as I began to reach the precipice of my pleasure. The need to cum crawled along the pit of my stomach. My ears rang as blood rushed up my neck, while tingles cascaded along my hairline and over my sensitive nipples.
"Please," I begged, not knowing what I begged for; my thoughts still at war.
Just as I was about to reach climax, and for the second time that day, my wants were rejected.
"Argh!" I screamed out in frustration, as the evil woman ran her coated finger along my spine, wiping off the residue in the process. Frustrated tears pricked in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
"I'll make you a deal," Queen Angelina began, with her eyebrows raised. "You owe me a punishment for your treasonous behavior, and you want your sweet release.
"I want you to think of me as a fair Mistress, so, if you take your punishment without fight, I will allow you your pleasure."
She waited calmly for my reply. Her emerald, calculating eyes stared unyieldingly into my own. My heartbeat thrummed loudly, and faster than before; I was sure the sound echoed throughout the large chambers. I wondered if the sound of my pulse could be heard by the guards, standing watch on the other side of the door.
My mind swirled in every direction. I could not discern one thought from another. Seconds turned into minutes. I clutched at the carpet under me, the soft fibers bunching into my palms, as sweat beaded down my brow, back and chest.
All lies, everything she said was a lie. She was not the Queen…she was a fucking demon whore. She was the one who had taken away Luke from me. She was the reason that I was separated from my Kingdom, from my mates and was trying to find her weakness. Outside she showed a great persona but I knew that inside her was a demonic bug God named Kromoth who would take control of everything if not stopped.
And I am Sin, the Queen of Amorentia. I looked at Angelina and vowed, never are you going to win me. I am going to obliterate you till you forget your own existence from this universe.