Leo stepped back from the table, as he looked down at Belladonna.

She was draped over the table, panting. Her chest heaved against the tight corset of her ruined maid uniform.

Her face was a mess right now. She was flushed red, her lips were swollen from his fucking, and her eyes looked unfocused.

She looked defeated, her legs trembling, but the fire in her eyes hadn't completely died out. She was still a Queen, even if she was currently drooling on a table like a common wench.

"You," she rasped, trying to push herself up on shaky arms, "You think this breaks me? I have endured torture. I have endured war. This is nothing."

Leo smirked. He ignored her and pointed at the floor.

"Do you think I am done? Get down," he commanded.

"What?" she frowned.

"You heard me," Leo said, his voice flat, "Get on your hands and knees. On the floor. Right now."

"I... I am a Queen," she hissed, clutching the edge of the table.

"I do not crawl. The floor is for animals," she said despite the lingering pleasure vibrating in her pussy.

"And right now," Leo said, stepping closer and looming over her, "You aren't a Queen. You are just a bitch in heat who needs to be bred."

He didn't wait for her to argue back. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of her messy black hair, and yanked.

"Down!"

He forced her off the table. She stumbled, her high heels clacking uselessly on the stone, and fell hard. Her knees cracked against the floor.

"Ah! Let go of me!" she hissed, trying to get up.

Leo put a heavy hand on the small of her back and shoved her down flat.

"Stay," he ordered, "Ass up. Face down."

He moved behind her. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, leaving white marks on her pale skin.

He admired the view from behind. Her pale, round ass was stuck in the air, the black lace garters framing her thighs. Her pussy was pink, swollen, and dripping with her juices.

"You act so strong!" Leo whispered, leaning down so his breath hit her ear, "You try and dominate everyone around you!"

"But you just needed the right man to bring you on all fours like a bitch in heat."

He grabbed his still hard cock and slapped it against her wet slit once, twice, coating himself with her juice.

Then, he placed himself against the entrance of her pussy and drove his hips forward.

He entered her from behind with a single, brutal thrust.

"AH!" Belladonna cried out, her head snapping back, as her body arched.

The angle was deep. It hit spots inside her that send a jolt through her body. But Leo did not let her rest this time. He started moving back and forth without stopping.

The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass cheeks echoed in the room.

He reached forward and grabbed her hair again, using it as reins. He pulled her head back until she was looking at the ceiling, exposing her long, white throat.

"Want me to stop? Beg," Leo growled.

He slapped her ass. Smack.

"Never!" she choked out, tears forming in her eyes.

"I guess you are loving it too much for me to stop," Leo smirked and started moving faster. Stone scraped her knees with every thrust.

It was uncomfortable, degrading, and incredibly arousing. Her body betrayed her again. She started to push back against him, meeting his rhythm, her ass shaking with the impact.

"Look at you," Leo taunted, grinding his pubic bone against her buttocks, "Wiggling your ass for me. You like it down here, don't you? You like being my little pet."

"No... I hate it..." she moaned, but her voice lacked conviction.

He hit her cervix. She gasped, her back arching, presenting herself fully to him. She was panting, drooling, completely unable to stop her body from enjoying the abuse.

"You will soon be saying otherwise," Leo pulled out from her pussy. Belladonna groaned at the loss, falling forward onto her elbows.

"Up," He grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, trembling under her weight.

He pushed her backward until her ass hit the edge of the sturdy wooden table again.

"Leg up," He said, but didn't wait for her to comply. He grabbed her right ankle and lifted her leg high, hooking it over his shoulder.

This position exposed her completely. She was wide open, balanced on one leg, utterly vulnerable. Her dress was bunched at her waist, showing everything.

Leo stepped in close. He pressed his chest against hers, pinning her to the table.

He drove into her again.

This time, it wasn't fast. It was slow. Deep. Grinding.

"Ughhh..." Belladonna threw her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Because her leg was so high, he was buried to the hilt. Every inch of him was inside her. He could feel her tight walls squeezing him, milking him.

He buried his face in her neck, biting the soft skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Look at me," Leo commanded.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. His face was inches from hers. His eyes were dark, burning with possession.

He crashed his mouth onto hers. He kissed her roughly, biting her lip, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her moan. He kissed her while he pumped into her, slow and heavy strokes that rocked her entire body.

"Mmph... Leo..." She moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, staring into her glazed eyes.

"Who is fucking you, Bella?" he asked, thrusting deep and swirling his hips. "Who is stretching you out right now?"

"You..." she gasped, her eyes rolling back as he hit a sensitive nerve. "You are..."

"Say my name."

She hesitated. Her pride flared one last time.

Leo withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, teasing her. Then he slammed back in, hard.

"Say it!"

"Leo!" she screamed, her nails scratching his neck, "Leo! You are fucking me!"

"Good girl."

He grabbed her thigh, squeezing the soft meat, and picked up the pace. He hammered into her for another minute, watching her face twist in pleasure, before withdrawing again.

Belladonna whimpered, her leg sliding off his shoulder. She almost collapsed, but Leo caught her.

He walked over to the high-backed wooden chair in the corner. Leo sat down, spreading his legs wide. His cock stood straight up, red and glistening with her juices.

"Come here," he ordered, patting his lap, "Do some work."

Belladonna stumbled over to him. She looked at him sitting there like a king on a throne. She looked at his cock.

She knew what he wanted. And god help her, she wanted it too.

She straddled his lap, facing him. Her knees rested on the chair on either side of his hips.

She reached back and guided him. She lowered herself onto him slowly.

"Oh god," she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her up again. The feeling of him sliding inside her, stretching her, was addicting.

She sat all the way down, impaling herself.

"Move," Leo said, leaning back and gripping the armrests, "Ride me."

This forced her to be active. She couldn't just lie there and take it. She had to grind. She had to work for her pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder to hide her shame. She began to move her hips. Up and down. Slow at first, then faster.

She bounced on him. Her breasts jiggled, brushing against his chest.

Leo brought his hands up. He grabbed her hips, guiding her, controlling the pace. He pulled her down hard every time she rose up, forcing deeper penetration.

"That's it," he praised her, his voice rough.

He leaned forward and captured her lips again. He kissed her messy, wet kisses, swallowing her whimpers. He bit her tongue, sucking on it, while she rode him like a wild animal.

"You like this," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck, "You like being used. You like being owned. Admit it, Bella. You have wanted this for years. You wanted someone to take the crown off your head and put a collar on your neck."

Belladonna shuddered into his shoulder. Her hips were moving automatically now, grinding faster and faster.

It was true. The weight of command, of being the Bandit Queen, was exhausting. This... surrendering control... giving her body to a man stronger than her... it was freedom.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice broken, giving up the fight. "Yes, Master. I like it. I wanted someone to dominate me. Break me, own me!

"And now I want to be yours."

Leo grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them as she bounced, driving himself deeper than ever before.

"You are mine," Leo promised, "And I am never letting you go."

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