Page 90 of Royal Sons MC

Ayesha’s eyes widened at the gorgeous space. “That bed is big enough for a football team.”

“Not quite.” He went over to another door and opened it. “

She followed, feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland. “Well, that’s almost anticlimactic,” she joked. The bathroom was nice, but she’d expected a jungle or something exotic. Instead, he had a huge walk-in shower and the other necessities.

“No need for fancy shit to take a shit, in my opinion. Come on, I got one more room to show you.”

The next space he took her into had her pausing in the entryway. It looked like a workout room with modifications. “What?” she asked.

“I work out in here, but I also needed a place for myself. Have you ever seen one of these?” He tugged her over to a bench facing an odd structure.

“Is that what I think it is?” she sat on the bench, her legs giving out. King had told her before, spelling out his desires without remorse. Not that she thought he needed to have any.

“Yes, and yes,” he answered.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“I can read women. You want to know if I want to see you up there, and the answer is yes.” He moved in front of her, between her and the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“How many women have you had here? On that?” She raised a shaking hand.

He squatted down so they were almost at eye level. “I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never had a woman here.”

She swallowed. “Why me?”

King’s eyes narrowed. “Why not you?”

“I’m not...I’m not special or like the women you’ve probably been with. Why would you want to be with me?”

KING LET THE BACK OFhis finger run down her cheek. “I’m a man used to people obeying me. I need my woman to do as I say when I say it. My lifestyle demands that, not just in the bedroom, but up there.” He jerked his chin toward the roof. “What we did for you, we do for others.” He took a deep breath. “The first time I saw you...talked to you, there was no doubt that you would fit in my life. I saw a passion in you that fired my insides. I want to see how this goes. This is part of who I am. It’s not something I can deny, nor do I want to.”

He wasn’t going to lie to her or make apologies. From the beginning, King wouldn't hide anything from Ayesha. He would show her all of him. Of course, he could’ve fucked her. She’d probably have let him do lots of nasty things to her and loved them. However, he wasn’t willing to do that without showing her the real him. He’d had many partners, submissive women in the lifestyle, and club girls who just wanted to fuck him because he was who he was. With Ayesha, he wanted more.

“What if I don’t like it?” she bit her lip, looking away from him.

King wouldn’t let her get away with not meeting his gaze. He gripped her jaw with his palm. “If you don’t, we’ll talk about it, see what you don’t like and fix it, or work around it. I have faith you’ll love everything we do—I do to you.” He’d never had a complaint and wouldn’t allow Ayesha to be his first.

“Can we start somewhere other than here?”

“My little Puritan,” he said, smiling. “I didn’t plan to strap you down and beat you into submission.” His words had a grin spreading across her face, which was what he’d hoped to accomplish.

“That’s good to hear. I’m also happy I didn’t see a deep hole anywhere,” she joked.

King stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and placed her over his shoulder, making her squeal loudly. “Ah, but I forgot to mention. I do have a fetish for lotion. I enjoy rubbing it on and seeing a woman’s face as I make her come from my fingers alone.” He yelped as she pinched his ass. “Woman, did I mention I’m the only one allowed to deliver punishments?” He slapped her ass again, rubbing the firm flesh.

“I think we’re gonna have to set some ground rules, Mr. President. Ground rule numeral uno. You don’t speak of other women you fucked with me,” she growled.

He gave her ass another firm swat, wishing she didn’t have anything on between her skin and his. “I’ll concede your point, but that doesn’t negatemyrule of you don’t ever hit your Dom, baby.” As he was speaking, he walked them back into his bedroom. Before she could argue, he tossed her onto the bed. “How do you feel about those clothes?” he asked conversationally while she lay sprawled on the covers.

She pushed up on her elbows, blowing the hair out of her face. “What?”

“Those clothes?” he asked and gestured toward her. “You like them?”

Ayesha looked down at her body, eyes coming back upward to stare at him. “Yes,” she answered with a bit of hesitation.

“If you like them, I suggest you take them off while I watch.” He grabbed her foot, tugging off one sock and then the other. “Come on, we ain’t got all night.” Her sister would be returning soon. He didn’t plan to allow their relationship to be dictated by a teenager. Still, he would make allowances for the younger girl.

“Am I the only one getting naked here?” She scooted to the middle of the bed, getting up on her knees while she spoke. Her arms crossed, gripping the bottom of her top, and lifted it with a swiftness that she should’ve been embarrassed about. All she cared about was doing what King had said, quickly taking the material up and over her head without pause.

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