The Queen’s Denial

Chapter 8 Andy

Chapter 8

Andy

I stay with Cas for hours, into the morning and late into the afternoon. I get some peanut butter crackers for Mara from a gas station down the street, knowing full well that they’re all she’ll eat, if she eats anything. I’m happy when she does.

Cas continues to get better, and Mara falls asleep in the plush chair next to his bed. I sit at the small table in the room, just thinking. Thinking about my best friend and his girl and the war we’re in right now. Pondering what the future has in store for us. I hate thinking about it, but there’s no work to do right now. Everyone seems to be taking a well-earned, collective breath after the shoot out that Cas and Mara just barely escaped from with their lives.

When Mara wakes up, she looks at me with what appears to be pity. I’m sure I look like a disheveled, tired mess.

“Go home.” She takes Cas’s hand in her own and looks at it, then back up at me, her eyes burning into mine. “Actually, go to Chi’s. Find her, wherever she is. Play chess or something. Don’t hang around by yourself. And try to get some rest, Andy.” Playing chess is about the last thing I want to do with Chi today, and the image of her that Mara’s words bring to my mind kicks up my desire for her into high gear.

This is nothing compared to some of the other events I’ve been through in my life. I had to stay up for three days straight once in training. But I appreciate the suggestion and decide to act on it. “Yeah. I think I will.”

*****

I pull up to the mansion in the late afternoon. Last night was grueling and I’m exhausted, but I’m sick and tired of putting off this attraction between Chi and I. I’m sure we both want this, and it’s time to make my move.

I get into the house, march past security — most of it my own — and head straight up to Chi’s quarters. I rehearse what I’m about to say, gearing myself up to throw her magnificent body on the bed and take what I want from her, no matter how many coy, hard-to-get smiles she gives me.

I walk up to the door to her suite, get ready to knock, and feel a burst of air as she opens the up, appearing to know already that I’m there. I’m slightly taken off guard. Everything I want to say flies out of my head as I try to think of a smooth way to slide my hand, frozen in front of the door and poised to knock, back to my side.

As it turns out, I don’t need to worry about either of these things. My gaze locks with Chi’s for only a split second before she grabs my shirt, pulls my mouth to hers, and shoves her tongue as far into it as it can go.

Time ceases to have any sort of meaning as I match her ferocity. The anticipation for this kiss has been building for so long that I can’t imagine stopping. Her bathrobe falls away and I see the lingerie she’s clearly wearing just for me: a matching five-alarm-fire-red bra and panty set, flames licking up the sides of her thong, and directly under the flimsy red lace barely covering her nipples.

Desire crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I squeeze her waist in my hands, effortlessly pulling her closer. It's like she knew these panties would drive me completely mad, the flames coming up from her pussy, showing me where my cock will be raging through her in just minutes, taunting me.

Suddenly, every time I go to get closer, she steps back, like she’s trying to tease me. It won’t work. I can’t remember the last time I felt this out-of-control for a girl, but my God, her body is driving me insane, and her teasing is making me crazy.

She finally wrestles my pants off as I try to ease her into my special brand of extreme fucking, vying for control. As soon as she loops her fingers into my boxers, I know there won’t be any easing her into this. She’s too frustratingly insistent; a brat, thinking she’ll get her way each time. She is about to learn who is actually in control here.

She’s clearly not shy. I wait until she pulls my boxers down, mouth inches from my cock, before finally wrapping her long, silky black strands around my fist and pulling her head back. She looks hilariously confused and slightly distressed. As much as I’d love her mouth on my cock, I will be the one deciding when and under what circumstances that will be happening.

“We’re not doing this your way, my little Chee-Chee. I don’t know how you’re used to doing things, but I’m in charge here.”

Her eyes narrow. “I don’t think so—”

I immediately push her chest down, and she’s so surprised by my sudden movement that she falls backward without resistance. As soon as her head hits the pillow, I smother her mouth with my hand. “No more talking. No more of that smart mouth, baby.”

Her lashes flutter, and she looks at the wall, letting out a deep breath through her nose. She didn’t realize it would go this way. I get it; a lot of men like an assertive woman, and I’m one of them. But when we’re fucking, I call the shots. I have to. I can’t have her pushing me and making the decisions. That’s a power I’m not willing to give up.

“Having second thoughts?” I grind my erection into her leg. “Well, think good and hard, baby, because this is what you’ll get.” Her gaze flicks to mine. I can see the gears turning in her head as she looks at me in a new light. At first, her gaze has the remnants of the challenge I was up against when I first came into this room. But she blinks and her eyes falter a bit before falling entirely.

“Okay,” she mumbles, so quietly I can barely make the words out. But it’s the answer I needed — the permission to do what I want with her. And I will take full advantage.

I trail my hand from her mouth, down her cheek, and onto her shoulders. I feel her heartbeat through the flimsy, red lace as I slowly remove it from her skin. The pique in her adrenaline, coupled with the submission that I think surprised even her, seems to have left her slightly dazed and uncertain of what will happen next. This is exactly how I want her. It’s the first time we’re doing this, after all. There will be plenty of time for her to assert some sort of say, but for now, she needs to see what I can do.

I need to disarm her entirely and take advantage of this moment so she’ll always remember what I’m capable of. Years from now, I want her to remember this. To remember the fun, depraved shit we did to each other.

Her chest rises and falls in shallow bursts as I remove the lingerie slowly. As soon as I uncover her soft pink nipples, perked up toward me and pointed in anticipation of what I’m going to do next, I let out a heavy sigh.

“As gorgeous as these are,” I say, abandoning the pink straps and cupping the small handfuls, pushing them together, and watching the small pink buds swell even further for me. “And as beautiful as I’m sure your perfect, tight cunt is, they don’t belong to you now. When you’re with me, they’re mine. Your body is mine. All of you. You’re mine,” I growl. She still seems uncertain, but I see an important flicker in her eye — intrigue.

I lower my mouth to her breasts and finally fill it with the soft skin there. She lets out a sigh, and I know she’s given in. “Okay,” she says again, but differently this time. It’s not curious. It’s not dubious. It’s in acceptance.

I suck her nipple into my mouth hard one last time before traveling a line of bites and kisses down her stomach to her underwear. She arches her hips upward as I pull them off and toss them to the floor. I look at her through hooded eyes from between her legs. “If you want me to stop, be loud. Scream at me. Kick me, smack me — whatever you want.”

I bite the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk. “It won’t work, but you can try it. You really want me to stop?” I scissor my fingers through her tightness, never breaking eye contact. “Say ‘red.’ You’ll have to say it, or I won’t.” I lean down at the last word and suck her clit into my mouth. I wonder if she’s able to even listen to me while I fuck her with my tongue, and proceed to let go almost entirely to lick lightly straight down her slit. She’s loud as her body squirms against my mouth, which is exactly what I was hoping for.

“Think long and hard about saying it, though, baby.” My voice vibrates through her, and she moans while pushing herself into me, opening her legs wider and cradling my head in her legs. “If you say it, it’s gone. That’s it.”

“I won’t!” she moans. “I want it! I want it all, right now. Please.”

I chuckle and bite her, which is definitely not something she’s expecting. She gasps. “Ow! Don’t do that!” I chuckle and do it again to test her. “Hey!” She freezes when she realizes what I’m doing, with her legs tightly wrapped around my head. “Re—”

I cut in before she can finish the word, “Nuh, uh, uh — if you say it, we’re done here.”

She seethes, but slowly lets my head go so that I can continue. “Sheltered little Chee-chee,” I say, grazing her clit with my incisor as she squeals. “You’ve always had everything, just the way you’ve wanted it. Maybe you need to learn some patience. I just want to… help you, Chi.”

She grabs my hair in her fist and shoves herself into my face again with an exasperated groan. I laugh harder, knowing I’m going to have such fun with her. I pry her fingers out of my hair, pin them to her sides, and reposition myself while she squirms, trapping her legs under my knees so that she’s entirely incapacitated. “Shhh,” I soothe, as I push down on her shoulders, flicking my thumbs over the pulse points on both sides of her neck. “I’m going to have to tie you down. Such a tiny thing, but so fucking feisty.”

She’s so frustrated she’s about to scream. “This can’t be fun for you. Why aren’t you just doing it?”

I push harder with my thumbs and her eyes flutter. “Because it’s so good when you wait.” I grind my cock against her, and she squeezes her eyes shut entirely as she arches into me.

“I don’t think I want — oh!” I cut her words off as I push down even harder with my thumbs, pushing her neck up slightly to meet my mouth halfway as I bite down on her nipple. I’m sure the action and feeling takes her by surprise. I’m certain it feels better than it ever has for her as I squeeze her this way and continue to edge her further with the ridges of my cock against her clit. She might not even realize this, but I can tell she’s hypersensitive to my every touch. That might make it more torturous now, but it will just make the climax all the better.

“You do want it,” I whisper as I drag my length against her. “Whatever you were thinking you don’t want… you do. Trust me, Ms. Yan.”

Sweat beads along her forehead as she continues to sass me. “What are you, my professor? I’m not looking for you to teach me a lesson; I’m looking for you to fuck me!”

I pinch her nipple, and two tears squeeze from her eyes. “Ow… ohhhh,” she says, melting when I suck it again.

“I think you do need to be taught a lesson. That’s okay; it gets me off to teach it. And you’re not being the star pupil I need you to be.” I continue my assault on her nipples, peaked into painful little points while I rub my rigid cock against her.

“I’m gonna come just from this, Andy,” she whispers.

“Hmm. Do you want me inside you when that happens?”

“Obviously!” she groans.

“Ah, you’re going to have to ask nicely. And show me that you’re ready.”

She grits her teeth but finally stops fighting me. Her body goes still as she focuses and slows her breathing.

“So much better, Ms. Yan.” I praise. “Now, you had a question for me? Wanted to ask me something?”

“Would you please fuck me, Andy?” she asks. Although a little sarcastic for my taste, my cock doesn’t seem to notice, and throbs in excitement.

“Hm. How would you like to fuck, Ms. Yan? Do you want my tongue in your tight pussy?” I suck her nipple and swirl my tongue before letting it go. “Maybe my finger will do for you.” I squeeze her other breast in my hand. “Or do you want my cock inside your pretty cunt?”

“I want your cock, please,” she begs breathlessly, and she’s finally in it with me — completely submitting to my demands.

“Good girl, Ms. Yan. I’ll make a top student of you yet.” With that, I push myself into her, stretching her as I go. Her mouth drops. “Weren’t expecting that, huh?” I rasp, trying to keep my breathing steady as I sink into her. Even as wet as she is for me, she winces as she gets used to my size. “I can teach you what that’s called, sweet girl. That’s called girth.” I’ve been told the thickness of my cock could make heaven’s angels choose hell, so I’m relatively certain that’s what the expression on her face is all about.

“Ohhh my God,” is the only response I get, which is fine with me.

I grab her hips as I finally fill her completely, and she sighs as though she’s slipped into a warm bath. “Don’t get too relaxed, baby. I’m just getting started.” If I don’t show her how I fuck now, the first time, she’ll never get used to it. And the fact that we’ve both denied ourselves for this long will make it even better. So I don’t say anything else, just lean forward and jut into her as hard and deep as I can.

“Ohhh fuck!” she screams as she holds onto her bed frame to gain leverage and bites my arm. That shit will leave a mark, and it almost makes me explode too soon.

“You little fucking brat.” I say, bracing myself on my forearms, grabbing her silky hair in my fingers, and pulling, so that her mouth arches up to mine. I bite her bottom lip, and she groans.

“You’re lucky. You’re lucky that I love taming a brat,” I breathe into her mouth. “I’ll love whipping your ass right into shape.” I throttle into her harder and harder, hearing our bodies smack together. When she bites my lips, I pull her hair tighter around my fist and squeeze her chin with my other hand so she can’t do it again. I kiss her like that, sweaty and ferociously, and as soon as she screams, I make sure to smack into her with my cock a few more times as deep as I can go before I finally fill her with my cum.

Her orgasm keeps going and going, milking my cock for every drop as her screams fill the room with her pleasure. That’s another point for me.

I drop down on top of her after I’m relatively certain that every last twitch of her orgasm has faded, and we pant into each other’s necks for a few minutes. I have to admit, it is extraordinarily hard for me to come down after that. It was… pretty fucking good.

When I finally roll over and take a look at Chi, she stares at the ceiling with a fixed gaze, eyes barely open, as if she’s meditating.

“Did you learn anything, Ms. Yan?” I ask in my most arrogant tone.

“Yeah,” she says, still breathless. “I learned that we’re definitely fucking doing that again.”