Page 21 of The Queen's Denial

“That’s okay, my dear. You keep that disrespectful tone. I whipped you last time. I have no problem doing it again.”

Chi rolls her eyes as she makes her next move. “‘Whipped?’ More like you won by the skin of your teeth.”

“A win is still a win, Ms. Yan.” I smirk as I make the move she hasn’t been expecting; her mouth drops as I slide my bishop into position. She seems to have moved the wrong piece in her haste, thinking I had something up my sleeve. Well, I did, and now she sees the endgame plain as day. “Check,” I say, and there’s nothing this sweet little princess can do about it.

She looks at the board with that cute panicked expression she sometimes gets when she thinks she’s been cornered, and it makes my dick hard the way it always does. It’s even hotter now though, because she’s got all that sassy-bitch makeup on, and forcing this particular persona of hers into a losing position feels like the perfect start to the sexcapade we’re about to have on this chess table.

But then I see the devious curl of her lip and watch as her eyes alight on the queen. Her next moves click for me just a moment later. She takes her sweet time, letting her eyes shift slowly over to me, allowing her smile to stretch further. She’s just fucking with me. There’s nothing I can do. She’s going to beat me, and I know it.

She moves into position and takes my bishop with her queen, effectively sacrificing her. However, if I take her, I will lose. But any other move I make will lose me the game as well. I’m locked into this. But I’m not taking that queen and letting her win without it.

I suddenly bend over the table and pluck her right up out of her chair, dragging her over to me, scattering the pieces everywhere. She’s too surprised to produce more than a gasp, which I suck down with exhilaration as I seal my mouth over hers.

“Hey!” she says, smacking her hand into my chest so hard that I back off, realizing that she might actually be pissed that I cheated. She takes the advantage I’ve given her and squirms out from under me quickly, jumping up to her feet and backing up. Then the devilish little smile appears as she toys with the loosened knot on her shirt, sticking her finger between her breasts and pushing it down further.

“You are a sore loser, professor.” She takes a step back and continues pushing with her finger, before letting it travel back up tantalizingly, then down again, caressing the space I need my face to be this very instant. “I never took you as a bad sport.”

“I’m sure I would’ve found a way to win,” I say, advancing on her slowly. I reach out and grab a piece of her knotted shirt. She twists away, but not before it comes undone, and I get a full view of what’s underneath. No matter how many times I’ve seen her body, the sight of her in underwear is still as mouth-watering as ever.

“You knew you wouldn’t,” she says as her back hits against the large display case that houses her knives. I think fucking on top of it would be fun, especially as mental images of slamming us through it and fucking in the glass invade my mind. It’s not as hot as it sounds because it would probably hurt her and be uncomfortable as hell, but to my depraved mind it seems like it’d be a great time.

“Are you sure you want to do it right here? Force me up against this particular case in the library?” she mocks. “You know what I can do to you if I get my hands on these knives, right? I have awards for these things—”

I close the distance between us and crush her backward against the case, bending her over and slamming her onto it. I rip her skirt down her legs as she pretends to struggle, and then hold her down with one hand as my eyes rake down her body. I finally get an eyeful of the matching pink lace underwear with a single red chili pepper right where her pussy will be when I rip them off. The pretty pink is such a beautiful contrast against her tan skin.

She stares at me with demure almond eyes, and her struggling stops. I hate that I need to take my clothes off, especially since it means losing my grip on her squirming body. I figure I’ll punish her for it in just a moment once I’m naked

I shove my pants down my legs, but before I can decide my next move, she gets daring and jumps into my arms, depositing the globes of her ass cheeks directly into my hands. She smiles at me, flashing that one tiny incisor, peeking out perhaps just a millimeter past a perfect smile. She smells like cherries and flowers and sweet things that have no place in my life. It all drives me as wild as it always does.

I consume her mouth with mine, but she pulls back a second later, just after unclipping her bra, as if with some novel idea. “Here is your punishment for ruining the game, Mr. Scutari. You will rip these clothes off of me, worship my naked body with your tongue for approximately ten minutes, and then there is a chance that you may get to come inside me. Do you understand?”

She knows this isn’t going to work for me, and it’s like she wants me to lose control the way I always do at her words, pinning her to the wall and growling directly into her cleavage. Now that she’s asked for it, I can’t give her what she wants. This afternoon, I’ll have to teach her a new lesson.

“You’re a little brat, Chee-chee. And you know what brats get?” I let her ride my thigh as I use one hand to rip off her thong and the other to slam three fingers inside of her. It’s not as shocking as I want it to be, unfortunately, because she’s so wet already that they just slide right in. Still, her gasp of surprise is enough to jumpstart my cock all over again.

“They get forced into obedience. So they can be good girls again. Do you want to be a brat, little Chee-chee? Or do you want to be my good girl?”

She’s done trying to assert any sort of dominance as her gaze meets mine. “I want to… to be your good girl,” she whispers, squirming down on my fingers. “But I need more. I need it as hard as you can, everywhere. All over me. I want you to know every part of my body and be hard and dirty with all of it.”

She knows what those words do to me. She shudders around my fingers, and the tightness I feel there drives me wild. I bite down on skin — I’m not even sure exactly where my mouth has ended up. I scissor my thumb across her clit, and she clenches again, emitting a low moan and grabbing my hair, pushing my head down toward her pussy.

I sink to my knees, letting her stand on her own for just a moment before grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her over my mouth as she leans against the wall. I bite a trail to the tiny strip of hair she keeps perfectly maintained at her center and unlock the door to Pandora's Box with my tongue. I suck every bit of her sex into my mouth as I go, relishing in the softness, the taste, and the way she squirms.

She tries to steady herself on top of me, her feet skimming the floor as I eat her alive. She cries and fists my hair with both hands, holding on for dear life.

My God, she is perfect. Warm and soft, every scent coming from her is intoxicating. She comes several times, begging me to stop directly after the first, but coming again just seconds later. I just suck her in, licking her up like the sweetest honey, and time ceases to exist.

She’s exhausted once I finally stop and slides down the wall with her eyes closed, but she still opens her mouth for my cock on demand as I stand and place it against her lips. I love seeing the small river of tears that trail down the side of her face, since there’s just about nothing else I could imagine that could make Chichi Yan cry.

She moans something unintelligible into me, although the tone sounds as if she’s asking me to stop again. I don’t think she quite understands. There’s no way I’m stopping unless she uses the magic word. And I would know what “red” sounds like. It’s not that, which means she’ll be choking on my cock until I explode down her throat.

It only takes a couple more gags for me to blow. I feel it coming and grab her silky hair, pushing her face into me. I jut into her to the hilt, watching her face turn red until she takes every last drop and my dick goes soft. Finally, I let her breathe again. I slide out of her mouth to give her a chance to collect herself, and while she inhales harshly to catch her breath, she also pulls me back down to her immediately and attacks my body, too.

I’m not usually big on letting women kiss me. If I kiss, it’s usually as a tool of attack and submission. Forcing them to open their mouth for me so that they know what to expect just minutes later. But I gather that Chi really wants this, for whatever reason. And… I like it. So, I let her do it for what feels like forever, until finally, my brain takes over and tells me it’s time to end it.

“Easy, Chee-chee,” I say, picking her slight weight off of me and holding her at arm’s length to look into her eyes. She doesn’t expect the move, and I catch a glimpse of some sort of pain that I’m sure I’ll never be able to fully understand — that she likely doesn’t even understand. But in an instant, her face smooths out, and she’s classic Chi again; sarcastic, biting wit and all.

“You know how much money certain men would pay to have my mouth on them like that?” she asks, eyebrows raised in a self-satisfied smirk.

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