Page 47 of Gemini Queen
I push his arms over his head, unwind his tie from around my neck, bind his wrists together, and bind his hands to the nearby weight bench so he can’t move. He lets me have my terrible way with him, a grin curling one corner of his mouth as I pin his arms overhead.
His submission always makes me hot, and today is certainly no exception. I grit my teeth and drive my cock against his. He arches into me, groaning through clenched teeth as the friction spurs us both toward the edge.
It’s my job to manage our pace, because I’m the one calling the shots, which is precisely the way I like it.
I pull back, ease up, enjoying the way he struggles against his bonds and chases my mouth, letting him catch my lower lip in a long slow suck before I push him back to the mat.
“There’s still the matter of your shocking misbehavior to address.” I mouth my way down his throat. “You kept me waiting, didn’t you, little demon? Now you’ll have to pay the price.”
“What did you have in mind… oh gods…Vasili…” His words dissolve in a long groan as I work my hand between us, drag down his zipper, and reach inside to wrap my fingers around his thick cock. I jack him slow and steady, loving the way he writhes under my touch, the smooth ring of his Prince Albert bumping my fingers.
“What’s that you’re saying, darling?” I flick his nipple with my tongue and graze it with my teeth and jack him off with just enough pressure that he’s rising to my touch. “I can’t quite hear you.”
“Please,” he pants, writhing under my touch. “Fuck, Vasili, please. Need you to make me come.”
“That’s what I like to hear. And I’ll be delighted to oblige… once you’ve asked me properly.” I pin his gaze with mine, give him a final stroke to tease him, then lean in to nuzzle his lips. “I want you to suck me off until I see stars. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
“They’re coming home from school soon,” he whispers against my mouth, a sluggish protest that’s meant to be overcome.
I know exactly what he needs from me, which is how I know he’s fully on board with my little torments.
With my free hand, I unbuckle my belt. “Then you’ll simply have to be efficient, darling. Now I intend to fuck your face until you choke. If you ever want to breathe again, suck me.”
I issue this command with less authority than I intend, because something’s just brushed against my acute Mogadon senses that I don’t expect. It’s an elusive aroma that’s utterly out of place in thedomusgymnasium.
To wit, the stomach-churning stench of rotting fish.
Chapter Fifteen
Zara
I’m in serious danger of a major sex meltdown.
I’m standing… hiding, actually… just inside what’s clearly the gym in this joint. I was looking for the bathhouse to get cleaned up, with Lucius’ hall pass dangling around my neck like I’m twelve or something.
But clearly that isn’t what I’ve just found.
I definitely wasn’t prepared to stumble in on Ronin and that nightmare Vasili beating twelve kinds of shit out of each other with six-foot staffs. But the ass-kicker in me is way too intrigued to tiptoe back out. They’re both badass in their fury as they wield those staffs, and there’s something compelling as fuck about those two locked in combat. Vasili supercilious and sneering in all his icy perfection, Ronin primal and savage with his ink and his snarls and his swirling black hair. Together, they look amazing.
In fact, I’m literally mesmerized.
I can’t look away. Much less walk away.
Anyway, I don’t trust that snake, and I figure Ronin might need help. A suspicion that seems justified when Vasili charges Ronin and pins him to the mat.
Lurking behind the partition that separates the gym from the shoe cubby, I can’t hear everything they’re muttering, thanks to the steady whoosh and hum of the geriatric furnace wheezing away down the hall. But I’ve got a primo view pressed up against the partition and peeking wide-eyed around the corner. They’re hissing at each other and tussling on the mat, and I’m ready to charge to Ronin’s rescue.
Not that I’m on his side or anything.
But this cage match is Ronin vs. Vasili. And in that throwdown, you can bet I’m Team Ronin.
Which means I’ve got a front-row seat when the Goblin King leans in and drags his tongue down Ronin’s chest.
Oh.
My.
Freaking.
