Page 37 of Drama Queen

“Not this time, my queen. One touch and it will be over before we begin.”

I bite my bottom lip at his implication, and he leans in, kissing my grip on the lip away. The kiss turns heated very quickly, and I scoot closer, so our bodies are flush against each other. His arm goes to my hip and pulls me against his length, which hardens impossibly more. His hand grabs my ass cheek and pulls again, and he rocks into me at the same time.

I lift my knee, sliding my leg over his, and shuffle even closer. His hips lower and his hand pushes me up so he can reposition himself between my legs. I feel his hardness right where I want him, and my hips twitch forward, sliding my wet slit along his length. We both moan. I repeat the motion and he pushes forward at the same time, grinding himself into my heat andgiving me even more delicious friction. He breaks the kiss and I peel my heavy lids open to look at him.

“One last chance, Aria. I don’t want to pressure you.”

I let my eyes roam his face, taking in his flushed cheeks, his dishevelled hair, his uneven breathing, and his heated gaze. He really would let me say no. I can feel it in my soul. He says this is a gift I am giving him, but this choice, without pressure, it is exactly what every girl dreams of.

“I couldn’t imagine it being anyone but you, Anders. Now, please, give me this. Give me all of you.”

He gently kisses my mouth and rolls us so I am on my back. He pushes up onto his knees and leans over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom. I hadn’t even thought of that. I have been on birth control since I was thirteen, thanks to my very irregular and painful periods, but I am moved by his thoughtfulness.

He positions himself over me and settles between my legs, holding most of his weight on his forearms on either side of my head.

“This may hurt a little to start, but I promise to make you feel so good. You can say stop at any time and we will, okay?”

“I want this, Anders. I want you. I need you inside me.” I’m not sure if he hears me with my voice barely a whisper, but then he moves his hand down, lining himself up at my entrance, and pushes in just a little.

His hand comes up to my face, and leaning down to kiss me again, he enters me slowly. An inch at a time. I feel too full. It’s almost too much. I try to move my hips to take more of him, but then he hits that barrier. He opens his eyes, pulling back just a little, and staring into my eyes, he pauses. Waiting. One last chance to stop this before it is too late.

But I don’t hesitate. I reach up and pull him back down to me, covering his mouth with mine and pulling my knees up, opening myself to him fully. He surges forward, and I can’thelp the flinch as he pushes through that last barrier. He stills completely, burying his face in my neck, kissing gently.

Tears leak from the sides of my eyes at the pain, but as it dulls and I relax, he starts to move slowly, rocking against me gently. I still feel too full, but the pain is gone, and the heat is back very quickly.

Putting my hands on his shoulders, I lift my hips, encouraging him to move more. He obliges me by pulling out a little and pushing back in to the hilt again. Nowthatis a different feeling, a different friction, and I am on fire.

My breath hitches every time, and I can feel him panting into the join of my shoulder and neck. I lift my knees further, tilting my hips as he surges forward, and he hits a certain spot inside me just right. The pleasure is so intense, I cry out.

Anders must be able to tell it’s a good noise, as he does it again, and again, his pace increasing. His hips start to grind as he bottoms out, and I swear I see stars. His moans mingle with mine as we find our rhythm. I can feel my orgasm building, far stronger than last time. My inner walls clench his cock like a vice, and he groans so loudly I know he is as close as I am. The sound tips me over the edge. I explode, and he follows, slamming into me, his length pulsing as he comes. It’s so hot. It’s perfect. And I definitely pass out this time.

What feels like seconds later, I come back around to the feel of a warm cloth between my legs. I don’t have the capacity to help, but I manage to crack open my eyes and watch Anders care for me.

Clearly comfortable with his nudity, he stands beside the bed, completely focused on his task. He looks a little worn, and I start to worry, but he smiles at me when he catches me watching him. He throws the cloth into the washing basket I hadn’t noticed in the corner, then climbs back on the bed, curling himself around me.

“I know you have to go shortly, but I just want to hold you for a few minutes, if that’s okay?”

“I don’t think I could leave right now even if the house was on fire,” I say.

I feel, rather than hear, his chuckle as his breath flutters a lock of hair near my ear. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls, so my back is flush with his chest, and he curls his legs behind mine.

“I have set an alarm for fifteen minutes, just in case,” he says quietly, his breath deepening.

I think I mumble a thanks, but my whole body is so bone tired that with a soft smile, I drift off to sleep.

Thirteen

Cold.That’s my first thought when I start to stir. I go to reach for the blanket, but my arms can’t move. Where am I? My brain is so fuzzy. I struggle to recall my last memories. Anders. I was with Anders. Wait, I waswithAnders. I try to open my eyes, but my lids just won’t cooperate. Those orgasms must have really taken it out of me! I can feel the brain fog trying to lift, but I am being pulled back under. I fight against it, willing my limbs to move, my eyes to open, my mind to clear, but it’s a struggle. Slowly, so slowly, the outside world starts to filter in.

My eyes crack open, but there is darkness still, and I can’t see anything. My fingers twitch, but my arms still won’t move. I can wiggle my toes, but my legs are frozen. I am on a hard, cold surface. I can hear dripping to my left. Turning my head towards the sound, I realise the darkness is from the material over my eyes. What the fuck? I try harder to move my limbs, but they’re being held in place. The rattle of metal echoes. I am bound. Tied down. Blindfolded. Shit.

I try to call out, but my voice is barely a rasp. I have a bitter taste in my mouth, and it is as dry as a desert. I try to swallow, but I have no saliva.

Footsteps. The sound grows louder as they approach. More metal clanging. Keys? A door opens to my right, but the hinges protest, like they aren’t used often. My breathing is uneven. I don’t even bother trying to pretend I’m not awake. I’m not that good of an actress.

I can’t hear any movement from the direction of the door, but there is the sound of chains clanking to my left. I’m not alone. There’s someone else in here, also bound by the sounds of it. Anders? I try to push my head against the surface I am on, to dislodge the blindfold, but rough hands quickly still my movements.

“None of that, Your Highness. You might mark that pretty face if you keep scratching your head like that,” grumbles a voice close to my right side.

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