Page 81 of Kings & Queen

“Yes, please, I need it.”

“I can’t wait. Come for me, sweetness,” he commanded.

I tumbled over, giving way to my orgasm, expecting him to do the same. But he didn’t. Gasping under him, I shook in the wake of coming hard. He fucked me straight through it, not letting up on his powerful strokes. My pussy clenched around him violently, and the sensation became too much.

“God, stop please.” I writhed beneath him, trying to put space between us. My muscles wouldn’t cease spasming, and it was overwhelming.

“Not the right word. You want me to stop, and I haven’t even filled my pussy yet. Use your fucking safeword, Kinsley. It’s krasnyy, if you’ve forgotten it,” he barked as he fucked me harder.

“Oh god—”

“Krasnyy is the word. Say it, but only if you mean it. Once it leaves your pretty lips, my cock will leave this pussy.”

He slowed down, waiting for me to say it, but I bit my lip, trembling, not ready for him to pull out.

“That’s what I thought. Now you’ll be a good little pet and take my cock. You’re going to take all of me for as long as I need you to.” He released one of my wrists. “I want you to rub that clit now.”

“I can’t, please, it’s too sensitive,” I moaned.

“You’ll do as I say. Now don’t make me ask you again,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

I obeyed him, moving my hand between my legs. I rubbed my clit furiously, all the while whining and pleading with him to come inside me. He fucked me through another orgasm, this one stronger than the last. I moved my hand away, only to have him slap my ass.

“Master, please,” I gasped, crying hard, but moved my hand back to my clit. He picked up his pace again and pounded into me.

“You’re such a good girl. Fuck. I can’t believe how incredibly perfect you are. I’m going to come inside of you now, fill you up until it runs out of you.”

“Do it, please. Fill me,” I moaned. His pace became more erratic as he lost himself.

“You make me fucking lose control, sweetness. I can’t get enough of you. You’re the only woman who makes me lose it like this. Damn you.”

My heart burst at his words. They crashed over me harder than any orgasm I’d had tonight, soothing the battered parts of me that felt ugly and unworthy of love. I sobbed as he screamed my name.

Thrusting into me deeply, grinding me into the mattress, he heaved and shuddered as he came. It was never ending, the feel of his hot cum coating me, easing some of the soreness. It was beyond incredible.

It seemed like he came for minutes, thrusting, pulsing, spurting, and with one final aftershock, he collapsed on top of me, rolling us both onto our sides while his cock was buried deep inside me, twitching.

“Give me a minute to collect my soul, and then I’ll bathe you,” he said, nuzzling my neck. I pushed back against him; he stilled my hips.

True to his word, once his breathing was under control, he carried me to the bathroom, where I excused myself while he filled the tub. His words came back to me. I made him lose control, and that not only made me feel powerful, but special. I’d only ever wanted to feel special to someone. The tears flowed down my cheeks, and a loud sob escaped.

“Kitten, are you okay?” Alek asked, his voice layered with concern.

I finished and opened the door. “Hold me, please.” I fell into his arms.

He carried me over to the tub, and we climbed in together. Tonight was perfection, and I couldn’t wrap my head around all that had happened between us. I let him nuzzle my neck and wash me until I yawned.

“We need to get you to bed, I think.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” I murmured against his chest, closing my eyes. I was so tired I didn’t even remember getting out, drying off, and getting into bed.

I woke up early the next morning and jumped in the shower. Jesus, my body was sore.

Wincing as I washed between my legs, I reminded myself to cherish the time I had with them. I stepped out of the bathroom, humming something cheerful. Alek stirred in the bed, the sheets rustling as he stretched, one arm flung lazily across the pillow.

His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm I was starting to recognize. I paused in the doorway, eyes drawn to the way the morning light played across his skin. Then his head turned.

“Like what you see, kitten?” he teased, rolling over on his side and propping his head up.