Page 26 of Wicked Queen

“I want to be what you need—in every way,” I added softly, feeling suddenly shy.

He stepped away, his eyes flashing on the surface with concern, but I saw what ran beneath it, unrestrained and dark. He’d been holding himself back for weeks. Maybe longer. We’d grown comfortable with our lovemaking. It had been too long since either of us had pushed the boundaries.

“Clara, I don’t need—”

“I do,” I cut him off. “I thought I needed to feel something other than this dull ache or this anger. Now I know what I really need, X. Release me.”

“I won’t take advantage of you.” He shook his head, but I could see the war raging behind those words.

“I’m giving myself to you. No lovemaking. No angry sex. No hiding. Take me into the darkness, X. I’m not afraid.” I brushed my hand down his face and he caught it. “No safe words. No lines. We’re past that.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His blue eyes were haunted as he studied me.

“Yes, I do. I’m asking you to take control for a few minutes so I can have peace. I want to feel what only you make me feel. I want to be owned. I want to be your every fucking fantasy.” It was a dizzying revelation, even to me. There had been moments when he’d taken me to a place with nothing but sensation and sound and ache and want and freedom. A place that existed beyond pain and pleasure. A place only we could find.

“Fuck, Poppet.” His mouth met mine with a groan and we devoured each other. He pulled away, breathless, and tipped my chin up so my eyes met his, clearer and brighter than I’d ever seen them. “I’ll still stop if you ask me.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

“The only problem is that you’re still dressed,” he said in a low voice that made my core clench.

“What about you?” I asked, reaching for his pants, but he slapped my hand away.

“Strip,” he commanded. “If your cunt isn’t bare in sixty seconds, you’ll regret it. I can take you to the edge and keep you there for hours—and I promise I will enjoy every minute of it.”

Yes, please.

I slipped my dress over my head, thankful it was nothing more than a simple cotton number without time-consuming zippers. I wanted hours, but I’d prefer if they came with multiple orgasms. Alexander stayed away, watching as I unfastened my bra and dropped it on the floor. Wiggling my panties down, I kicked them free.

His thumb brushed thoughtfully over his mouth as he circled me, eye fucking every inch of my body.

“Come here.” He beckoned me to follow him with his index finger. My pulse sped up when he moved toward the bed. But instead of lifting me onto it, he picked up a pillow and placed it on the floor. “Kneel.”

He offered me a hand, and I allowed him to help me get on my knees.

“That’s a pretty Poppet,” he praised me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “You’re so perfect—so fuckable. But you need more than that, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He gave me a wicked smile. “I’m going to make every inch of your skin sing, but first, you will show me you deserve it.”

I opened my mouth to protest, unwilling to wait for him to begin. I was on fire, ignited by his gaze alone. But he slapped my lips softly. “You don’t need to speak. There’s a place for your voice and while you’re naked, it’s when I tell you to speak. You may nod. If you’ve changed your mind, though…”

I shook my head quickly, my eyes turned up to stare at him. I could see the outline of his cock in his pants. I wanted to reach out and free it, but I didn’t dare.

“You will wait.” He shushed me gently when I whimpered. “Only for a moment, but try not to move.” He bent over and caressed my belly. “Unless…”

I understood what he was saying. Nothing mattered more than the baby. Not my needs or his. I’d handed him total control over me and he wouldn’t overlook that gift. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t dare brush them away. Alexander walked to the closet and I felt them slip down my cheeks. When he returned a moment later, he drew a breath in sharply.

“You are always gorgeous, but you are breathtaking when you cry. Not always, of course. But now? I’ve never seen you look so beautiful, because I know what you’re feeling. Happiness. Completion. This is right. I was always meant to own you.” He stepped before me and unfastened his pants. Taking out his cock, he massaged it before my eyes. “Suck my cock and show me those pretty tears. Show me how grateful you are for it—for us.”

I leaned forward, placing my palms on his thighs to steady myself. This wasn’t about getting off. He wouldn’t make it simple. He wanted an offering and I knew what I would receive in return. Drawing my tongue over the tip, he rewarded me with a growl. I wanted to tease him but I couldn’t stop myself from taking him entirely into my mouth. Looking up to him, I let my final control slip and the tears streamed down.

“Oh God, my cock belongs in your mouth, doesn’t it? Don’t answer, Poppet. You’ve been hungry. I need to feed you.” He rocked against my mouth, his taste mixing with the salt of my tears. I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him as deeply as I could, high on the pleasure I was giving him. Finally, he guided me away, his cock still hard. “I’m not ready yet.”

He held out his hands and I took them, pushing to my feet. I swayed slightly, feeling a bit drunk on the moment.

“You’ve been very good and now I’m going to give you what you asked for: release.” His head angled to my ear and he continued to whisper as his chest brushed over my nipples. “That’s not just about orgasms. Although you’ll have plenty of those. You want to forget—and we can—together.”