Page 15 of The Queen's Denial

Cas continues to get better, and Mara falls asleep in the plush chair next to his bed. I sit at the small table in the room, just thinking. Thinking about my best friend and his girl and the war we’re in right now. Pondering what the future has in store for us. I hate thinking about it, but there’s no work to do right now. Everyone seems to be taking a well-earned, collective breath after the shoot out that Cas and Mara just barely escaped from with their lives.

When Mara wakes up, she looks at me with what appears to be pity. I’m sure I look like a disheveled, tired mess.

“Go home.” She takes Cas’s hand in her own and looks at it, then back up at me, her eyes burning into mine. “Actually, go to Chi’s. Find her, wherever she is. Play chess or something. Don’t hang around by yourself. And try to get some rest, Andy.” Playing chess is about the last thing I want to do with Chi today, and the image of her that Mara’s words bring to my mind kicks up my desire for her into high gear.

This is nothing compared to some of the other events I’ve been through in my life. I had to stay up for three days straight once in training. But I appreciate the suggestion and decide to act on it. “Yeah. I think I will.”

*****

I pull up to the mansion in the late afternoon. Last night was grueling and I’m exhausted, but I’m sick and tired of putting off this attraction between Chi and I. I’m sure we both want this, and it’s time to make my move.

I get into the house, march past security — most of it my own — and head straight up to Chi’s quarters. I rehearse what I’m about to say, gearing myself up to throw her magnificent body on the bed and take what I want from her, no matter how many coy, hard-to-get smiles she gives me.

I walk up to the door to her suite, get ready to knock, and feel a burst of air as she opens the up, appearing to know already that I’m there. I’m slightly taken off guard. Everything I want to say flies out of my head as I try to think of a smooth way to slide my hand, frozen in front of the door and poised to knock, back to my side.

As it turns out, I don’t need to worry about either of these things. My gaze locks with Chi’s for only a split second before she grabs my shirt, pulls my mouth to hers, and shoves her tongue as far into it as it can go.

Time ceases to have any sort of meaning as I match her ferocity. The anticipation for this kiss has been building for so long that I can’t imagine stopping. Her bathrobe falls away and I see the lingerie she’s clearly wearing just for me: a matching five-alarm-fire-red bra and panty set, flames licking up the sides of her thong, and directly under the flimsy red lace barely covering her nipples.

Desire crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I squeeze her waist in my hands, effortlessly pulling her closer. It's like she knew these panties would drive me completely mad, the flames coming up from her pussy, showing me where my cock will be raging through her in just minutes, taunting me.

Suddenly, every time I go to get closer, she steps back, like she’s trying to tease me. It won’t work. I can’t remember the last time I felt this out-of-control for a girl, but my God, her body is driving me insane, and her teasing is making me crazy.

She finally wrestles my pants off as I try to ease her into my special brand of extreme fucking, vying for control. As soon as she loops her fingers into my boxers, I know there won’t be any easing her into this. She’s too frustratingly insistent; a brat, thinking she’ll get her way each time. She is about to learn who is actually in control here.

She’s clearly not shy. I wait until she pulls my boxers down, mouth inches from my cock, before finally wrapping her long, silky black strands around my fist and pulling her head back. She looks hilariously confused and slightly distressed. As much as I’d love her mouth on my cock, I will be the one deciding when and under what circumstances that will be happening.

“We’re not doing this your way, my little Chee-Chee. I don’t know how you’re used to doing things, but I’m in charge here.”

Her eyes narrow. “I don’t think so—”

I immediately push her chest down, and she’s so surprised by my sudden movement that she falls backward without resistance. As soon as her head hits the pillow, I smother her mouth with my hand. “No more talking. No more of that smart mouth, baby.”

Her lashes flutter, and she looks at the wall, letting out a deep breath through her nose. She didn’t realize it would go this way. I get it; a lot of men like an assertive woman, and I’m one of them. But when we’re fucking, I call the shots. I have to. I can’t have her pushing me and making the decisions. That’s a power I’m not willing to give up.

“Having second thoughts?” I grind my erection into her leg. “Well, think good and hard, baby, because this is what you’ll get.” Her gaze flicks to mine. I can see the gears turning in her head as she looks at me in a new light. At first, her gaze has the remnants of the challenge I was up against when I first came into this room. But she blinks and her eyes falter a bit before falling entirely.

“Okay,” she mumbles, so quietly I can barely make the words out. But it’s the answer I needed — the permission to do what I want with her. And I will take full advantage.

I trail my hand from her mouth, down her cheek, and onto her shoulders. I feel her heartbeat through the flimsy, red lace as I slowly remove it from her skin. The pique in her adrenaline, coupled with the submission that I think surprised even her, seems to have left her slightly dazed and uncertain of what will happen next. This is exactly how I want her. It’s the first time we’re doing this, after all. There will be plenty of time for her to assert some sort of say, but for now, she needs to see what I can do.

I need to disarm her entirely and take advantage of this moment so she’ll always remember what I’m capable of. Years from now, I want her to remember this. To remember the fun, depraved shit we did to each other.

Her chest rises and falls in shallow bursts as I remove the lingerie slowly. As soon as I uncover her soft pink nipples, perked up toward me and pointed in anticipation of what I’m going to do next, I let out a heavy sigh.

“As gorgeous as these are,” I say, abandoning the pink straps and cupping the small handfuls, pushing them together, and watching the small pink buds swell even further for me. “And as beautiful as I’m sure your perfect, tight cunt is, they don’t belong to you now. When you’re with me, they’re mine. Your body is mine. All of you. You’re mine,” I growl. She still seems uncertain, but I see an important flicker in her eye — intrigue.

I lower my mouth to her breasts and finally fill it with the soft skin there. She lets out a sigh, and I know she’s given in. “Okay,” she says again, but differently this time. It’s not curious. It’s not dubious. It’s in acceptance.

I suck her nipple into my mouth hard one last time before traveling a line of bites and kisses down her stomach to her underwear. She arches her hips upward as I pull them off and toss them to the floor. I look at her through hooded eyes from between her legs. “If you want me to stop, be loud. Scream at me. Kick me, smack me — whatever you want.”

I bite the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk. “It won’t work, but you can try it. You really want me to stop?” I scissor my fingers through her tightness, never breaking eye contact. “Say ‘red.’ You’ll have to say it, or I won’t.” I lean down at the last word and suck her clit into my mouth. I wonder if she’s able to even listen to me while I fuck her with my tongue, and proceed to let go almost entirely to lick lightly straight down her slit. She’s loud as her body squirms against my mouth, which is exactly what I was hoping for.

“Think long and hard about saying it, though, baby.” My voice vibrates through her, and she moans while pushing herself into me, opening her legs wider and cradling my head in her legs. “If you say it, it’s gone. That’s it.”

“I won’t!” she moans. “I want it! I want it all, right now. Please.”

I chuckle and bite her, which is definitely not something she’s expecting. She gasps. “Ow! Don’t do that!” I chuckle and do it again to test her. “Hey!” She freezes when she realizes what I’m doing, with her legs tightly wrapped around my head. “Re—”

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