The Queen’s Denial

Chapter 10 Andy

Chapter 10

Andy

After library sex with Chi, I deposit her into her bed and take care of security on the grounds of the mansion for a few hours. I need to check in on our most recent intelligence about the ongoing war. Everything seems quiet right now, but there is always more to look out for, especially in times like these. I’m not na?ve enough to think there aren’t enemies slinking around in the shadows, making plans about how to take us down, along with all of our allies.

The lines are all mostly quiet, but I do get a note from Oxy about an attempted breach of Akio’s security. Apparently, an unknown user tried to hack into his servers.

“Yes. And thanks for asking, Andy. It’s really good to know that you could totally do my job. You wanna take over here?” Oxy asks crabbily. It’s her typical grumpy response, but I’m in an extra good mood today, so I rib her even more than I usually do.

“No problem, Oksana. I think you’re doing a satisfactory job, and I have things to see, people to do.”

I can practically hear the steam coming out of her ears through the phone. “Fuck your satisfactory. You better learn some respect, little man, or you might actually find yourself without your tech wizard one of these days. Then what would you do, huh? Shit yourself from fright, I’d imagine, considering that your boss would probably rip your head off your body if I quit because of you.”

She’s definitely grumpier than usual, so I decide to let her off easy. “I’m kidding, Oxy. You know we can’t live without you and all that shit.”

She opts to hang up on me instead of speaking more, which I actually see as a good thing, because it means that my last response was sufficient reason not to chew my head off some more.

I head over to the library soon after I make my rounds and talk to the men in the main house. It’s taken me a good chunk of the day, and it's now past lunch time. I’m starving, but Chi and I have a scheduled… meeting that I don’t want to miss. And when I see what she’s wearing, sitting at the chess table, I second-guess the source of my hunger, anyway.

She waits for me with an eyebrow raised and her skinny, toned legs crossed over one another. She wears fishnet stockings and a miniskirt with a white collared shirt that should be buttoned down but is instead tied together low underneath her chest. Her red with pink polka-dotted bra is on full display, and her eyes are rimmed with extra dark black liner. Her hair is in a high ponytail with her bouncy black bangs popping out in front. It is the perfect mix of badass and adorable, all in one.

She quirks her brow up at me as I enter the room. “You’re late, Professor.”

She wants to be a sassy girl today. Sounds good to me.

I take out my horn-rimmed glasses and slip them on, sitting down at the chess table to make my first move. I choose a modest one, which seems to work best when playing against Chi. She beat me a lot when we first started playing, but now I know her game. She gets too excited and moves too quickly. She wants to beat me in as few moves as possible, but it causes her to get sloppy when it takes too long.

“Sorry, Ms. Yan. I’m a busy man.”

She begins laying out Evan’s Gambit, an aggressive opening move that she has used often. “Mmm. Well, I have other places I need to be, old man. So you better know how to make it the fuck up to me and do it quick.”

“You kiss your parents with that mouth, Ms. Yan?” I ask, tsking her with a shake of my head. I move my piece to play d6 like I often do against her. It’s been such a short time, but we already know each other's moves, and she makes her next one quickly, barely glancing at the board.

“I kiss a lot of things with it, sir.” She looks up at me as she slides her piece across the board, collecting mine with it.

“That’s okay, my dear. You keep that disrespectful tone. I whipped you last time. I have no problem doing it again.”

Chi rolls her eyes as she makes her next move. “‘Whipped?’ More like you won by the skin of your teeth.”

“A win is still a win, Ms. Yan.” I smirk as I make the move she hasn’t been expecting; her mouth drops as I slide my bishop into position. She seems to have moved the wrong piece in her haste, thinking I had something up my sleeve. Well, I did, and now she sees the endgame plain as day. “Check,” I say, and there’s nothing this sweet little princess can do about it.

She looks at the board with that cute panicked expression she sometimes gets when she thinks she’s been cornered, and it makes my dick hard the way it always does. It’s even hotter now though, because she’s got all that sassy-bitch makeup on, and forcing this particular persona of hers into a losing position feels like the perfect start to the sexcapade we’re about to have on this chess table.

But then I see the devious curl of her lip and watch as her eyes alight on the queen. Her next moves click for me just a moment later. She takes her sweet time, letting her eyes shift slowly over to me, allowing her smile to stretch further. She’s just fucking with me. There’s nothing I can do. She’s going to beat me, and I know it.

She moves into position and takes my bishop with her queen, effectively sacrificing her. However, if I take her, I will lose. But any other move I make will lose me the game as well. I’m locked into this. But I’m not taking that queen and letting her win without it.

I suddenly bend over the table and pluck her right up out of her chair, dragging her over to me, scattering the pieces everywhere. She’s too surprised to produce more than a gasp, which I suck down with exhilaration as I seal my mouth over hers.

“Hey!” she says, smacking her hand into my chest so hard that I back off, realizing that she might actually be pissed that I cheated. She takes the advantage I’ve given her and squirms out from under me quickly, jumping up to her feet and backing up. Then the devilish little smile appears as she toys with the loosened knot on her shirt, sticking her finger between her breasts and pushing it down further.

“You are a sore loser, professor.” She takes a step back and continues pushing with her finger, before letting it travel back up tantalizingly, then down again, caressing the space I need my face to be this very instant. “I never took you as a bad sport.”

“I’m sure I would’ve found a way to win,” I say, advancing on her slowly. I reach out and grab a piece of her knotted shirt. She twists away, but not before it comes undone, and I get a full view of what’s underneath. No matter how many times I’ve seen her body, the sight of her in underwear is still as mouth-watering as ever.

“You knew you wouldn’t,” she says as her back hits against the large display case that houses her knives. I think fucking on top of it would be fun, especially as mental images of slamming us through it and fucking in the glass invade my mind. It’s not as hot as it sounds because it would probably hurt her and be uncomfortable as hell, but to my depraved mind it seems like it’d be a great time.

“Are you sure you want to do it right here? Force me up against this particular case in the library?” she mocks. “You know what I can do to you if I get my hands on these knives, right? I have awards for these things—”

I close the distance between us and crush her backward against the case, bending her over and slamming her onto it. I rip her skirt down her legs as she pretends to struggle, and then hold her down with one hand as my eyes rake down her body. I finally get an eyeful of the matching pink lace underwear with a single red chili pepper right where her pussy will be when I rip them off. The pretty pink is such a beautiful contrast against her tan skin.

She stares at me with demure almond eyes, and her struggling stops. I hate that I need to take my clothes off, especially since it means losing my grip on her squirming body. I figure I’ll punish her for it in just a moment once I’m naked

I shove my pants down my legs, but before I can decide my next move, she gets daring and jumps into my arms, depositing the globes of her ass cheeks directly into my hands. She smiles at me, flashing that one tiny incisor, peeking out perhaps just a millimeter past a perfect smile. She smells like cherries and flowers and sweet things that have no place in my life. It all drives me as wild as it always does.

I consume her mouth with mine, but she pulls back a second later, just after unclipping her bra, as if with some novel idea. “Here is your punishment for ruining the game, Mr. Scutari. You will rip these clothes off of me, worship my naked body with your tongue for approximately ten minutes, and then there is a chance that you may get to come inside me. Do you understand?”

She knows this isn’t going to work for me, and it’s like she wants me to lose control the way I always do at her words, pinning her to the wall and growling directly into her cleavage. Now that she’s asked for it, I can’t give her what she wants. This afternoon, I’ll have to teach her a new lesson.

“You’re a little brat, Chee-chee. And you know what brats get?” I let her ride my thigh as I use one hand to rip off her thong and the other to slam three fingers inside of her. It’s not as shocking as I want it to be, unfortunately, because she’s so wet already that they just slide right in. Still, her gasp of surprise is enough to jumpstart my cock all over again.

“They get forced into obedience. So they can be good girls again. Do you want to be a brat, little Chee-chee? Or do you want to be my good girl?”

She’s done trying to assert any sort of dominance as her gaze meets mine. “I want to… to be your good girl,” she whispers, squirming down on my fingers. “But I need more. I need it as hard as you can, everywhere. All over me. I want you to know every part of my body and be hard and dirty with all of it.”

She knows what those words do to me. She shudders around my fingers, and the tightness I feel there drives me wild. I bite down on skin — I’m not even sure exactly where my mouth has ended up. I scissor my thumb across her clit, and she clenches again, emitting a low moan and grabbing my hair, pushing my head down toward her pussy.

I sink to my knees, letting her stand on her own for just a moment before grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her over my mouth as she leans against the wall. I bite a trail to the tiny strip of hair she keeps perfectly maintained at her center and unlock the door to Pandora's Box with my tongue. I suck every bit of her sex into my mouth as I go, relishing in the softness, the taste, and the way she squirms.

She tries to steady herself on top of me, her feet skimming the floor as I eat her alive. She cries and fists my hair with both hands, holding on for dear life.

My God, she is perfect. Warm and soft, every scent coming from her is intoxicating. She comes several times, begging me to stop directly after the first, but coming again just seconds later. I just suck her in, licking her up like the sweetest honey, and time ceases to exist.

She’s exhausted once I finally stop and slides down the wall with her eyes closed, but she still opens her mouth for my cock on demand as I stand and place it against her lips. I love seeing the small river of tears that trail down the side of her face, since there’s just about nothing else I could imagine that could make Chichi Yan cry.

She moans something unintelligible into me, although the tone sounds as if she’s asking me to stop again. I don’t think she quite understands. There’s no way I’m stopping unless she uses the magic word. And I would know what “red” sounds like. It’s not that, which means she’ll be choking on my cock until I explode down her throat.

It only takes a couple more gags for me to blow. I feel it coming and grab her silky hair, pushing her face into me. I jut into her to the hilt, watching her face turn red until she takes every last drop and my dick goes soft. Finally, I let her breathe again. I slide out of her mouth to give her a chance to collect herself, and while she inhales harshly to catch her breath, she also pulls me back down to her immediately and attacks my body, too.

I’m not usually big on letting women kiss me. If I kiss, it’s usually as a tool of attack and submission. Forcing them to open their mouth for me so that they know what to expect just minutes later. But I gather that Chi really wants this, for whatever reason. And… I like it. So, I let her do it for what feels like forever, until finally, my brain takes over and tells me it’s time to end it.

“Easy, Chee-chee,” I say, picking her slight weight off of me and holding her at arm’s length to look into her eyes. She doesn’t expect the move, and I catch a glimpse of some sort of pain that I’m sure I’ll never be able to fully understand — that she likely doesn’t even understand. But in an instant, her face smooths out, and she’s classic Chi again; sarcastic, biting wit and all.

“You know how much money certain men would pay to have my mouth on them like that?” she asks, eyebrows raised in a self-satisfied smirk.

“Do you really want to compare yourself to a hooker?” I ask, with a heaping dose of pretentiousness.

Chi scoffs. “You know, in Japanese culture, a geisha is one of the most celebrated female figures. They are ‘Women of Art,’ beautiful and graceful, which many girls there aspire to be. So, let’s not disparage women who get paid for sex, okay?”

I’m relatively certain that Chi is the only person who could ever make me feel like an asshole for such a benign remark. “I have no problem with hookers, Chi. I just know you’re not one, and that you don’t get paid to have your fun,” I say, trying to save myself from putting my foot in my mouth.

Chi looks at me skeptically but drops the subject and breathes out a long exhale. “My God. I don’t know if I can move after that.”

“Seriously, you were a fucking animal. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her smile falters a bit, and now that’s twice in just the span of a few minutes that I’ve seen Chi’s carefully practiced fa?ade tremble before my very eyes. “Nothing. I just like it that way sometimes.”

Now it’s my turn to look at her skeptically. I have a hunch, and while normally I would just leave it without saying anything, Chi is my charge and my responsibility right now. It feels like I need to make sure she’s doing okay.

“What’s wrong, Chee-chee?” I ask, rubbing a thumb over her cheek.

She blinks hard, almost wincing, before withdrawing a bit and biting her lip. “Like I said, there’s nothing wrong. I’m totally fine. I like rough sex, obviously. And I like to feel a little in control sometimes, even though that’s clearly not your thing.” She tries to roll her eyes at me, but I know she loves what I do with her. She’s just trying to be standoffish for some reason.

I really don’t know why I care. My MO is to not give a shit about anything — to let life roll off my shoulders. But it bugs the hell out of me that she won’t tell me what’s on her mind right now. I want to extract the words with a tweezer; yank it out of her when she’s not expecting it.

“You really don’t want to talk to me about it, huh?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she says, almost defensively, and backs up out of my embrace completely. “Actually, that’s not true. There is something I want to talk to you about. But unfortunately for you, it’s more of a bone I need to pick with you than anything else.”

I know she’s trying to change the subject, and I know where this is heading, so I give a long sigh and face it head on. “Okay. Have at it. Let’s get it over with.”

“I need to make a post, and it needs to be more than me lounging by the pool or in the library. I need to go out. I’m done being locked up in this house.”

I let out a breath and close my eyes to think of what to say back to this request. Well, it’s not really a request, but usually Chi just issues clear commands, so it feels like one.

“Chi, it’s not a good idea. You’re still healing.” She knows I’m full of shit at this point, I’m certain. It’s been two weeks since her concussion and she hasn’t had a headache in over a week. And with the frequency and vigor of our fucking, the veneer of trying to keep her from injuring herself further is so thin it’s almost non-existent.

“Andy, I’m not asking permission anymore. I’m just telling you. I’m going out. You can either come with or stay here. You should come, though. You say my dad has a stick up his ass, but I think yours would need to be surgically removed before you’d let yourself have fun at Hive.”

Hive is the club that Mara’s uncle owns, and I’m not interested in going for a multitude of reasons. Firstly, I don’t trust any of Mara’s shady-ass family members, but secondly, going to a dark, sketchy club is the easiest way to get yourself hurt or kidnapped. Unfortunately, I don’t think Chi is the type of girl to respond well to rational arguments about her safety, at least not from me. Her father and his old friend, Daiki, pretty much let her do what she wants, as long as she has a group of guards around her at all times.

I sigh and shake my head. “The doctor said a month—”

“The doctor said up to a month. He said I would be feeling symptoms for up to a month. So, I’m going out.”

It seems I’m going to really need to put my foot down. “Chi, I’m head of security here while Cas heals. I can tell the guys not to let you—”

Chi is pissed. “The guards will absolutely listen to me over you, and you know it. How dare you—”

I smother her mouth with my hand, which just pisses her off even more, but I speak over her anyway while she struggles, her eyes spitting fire and her muffled words vibrating down my arm.

“I can tell the guys not to let you out of their sight, but only if you go some place calmer.” And safer, I think, but don’t say it.

She settles down a little at my dramatic turn around. She was right though, to think I was going to forbid her from going out under threat of being picked up and carried back here. I was going to tell her that the guards won’t let her leave if I tell them not to. I do think they would listen to me over her — at least, my guys would — but if her father found out, it could be quite the clusterfuck. In any case, my quick thinking seems to have worked.

She speaks as soon as I take my hand away from her mouth. “I’m going to the club. They can go with me, of course. But no one is stopping me from doing my thing.”

I know what ‘her thing’ is. She’s the life of the fucking party, when she decides to go to one. Her presence is coveted, because she goes through bouts of wanting nothing to do with social gatherings and holes herself up in historic mansions and famous houses. She has a reputation for being picky, often only going to parties that are obligatory or clubs that she deigns worthy of her time.

Hive is the most exclusive club for 20-somethings in the downtown area. Their oldest clientele are just a couple years older than Chi, but I guess she’s using whatever time she gets to continue sewing her wild oats or something.

“How about this,” I say, trying out a rub to her shoulder in an attempt to mollify her. “How about we rent a mansion, and you can go crazy. Bring all of your toys and costumes.”

She gives me a murderous look, and I realize that the word “toys” probably wasn’t the right choice for this particular situation.

“I have used all of my collector’s items in my videos, and I have shops I can literally call at a moment’s notice to bring racks of clothing to any shoot I choose. I don’t need to use what I have here. So why don’t you stop trying to be my daddy, because you’re not very good at it.”

I tighten my naked body closer up against hers and bite her ear. “I’ll try to do better if you call me daddy again.”

She pushes my face away from her own and gets up on wobbly legs to get dressed. “I’m serious, Andy. I’m going.” She turns to me as she puts her bra back on. “Tonight at eight. You in or out?”

I grit my teeth together. There’s no way she’s going to that fucking club. I’m going to have to bring out the big guns. “I didn’t want to threaten this. But I’ll have the doctor call your father and tell him it’s not a good idea if I have to.”

The doctor is one of mine, and although he would never do this for anyone else, I know he’ll follow my directions. And if a doctor tells Akio Yan that his daughter shouldn’t be going out for the good of her physical health, there’s no way she’ll be allowed to go.

Her mouth drops open. “Why are you doing this, you asshole?” She’s very, very angry at me now. I actually think I feel bad. As stupid as I think her social media gallivanting is, I know it’s important to her. I’m not trying to take her away from the things she enjoys, but I’m not about to let her put herself into dangerous situations, either.

I decide to do something that I don’t usually do with my charges: I decide to be honest with her. “Listen, Chi… it’s not just your concussion, okay? There’s a war going on right now.”

“I’ve told you: I’m not going to live being scared of the many dangers that I face as a billionaire’s daughter.”

I shake my head at her naivety. She knows a surprising amount about this business, but she doesn’t know what it’s like to be in a war. Her father seems to have carefully stayed out of the limelight so far, but there is always a reason to kidnap young, beautiful mafia princesses that are the heir to their father’s fortune and the apple of his eye.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Chi. I’m telling you that a club is a dangerous place to be. I bet if I had an audience with your father, I could even convince him of that right now, and then you really wouldn’t be able to go.”

She narrows her eyes on me. “You’re jealous,” she spits out.

Her words pinch something — a clenching pain directly under my ribs — but I don’t let her get to me. “No way, babe. Just telling you the way it is. I’m responsible for you, and I say it’s dangerous. This is my area of expertise, okay? Cas’s legitimate businesses consist mainly of security operations, and I help him run all of them. Would you just stop being so fucking hard-headed and listen to reason?”

She stops all of her movement and looks at me with a scowl that I’m certain could kill a human being if she did it for too long. I somehow maintain eye contact, and a moment later, she huffs, sticks up her chin, and turns away from me to finish dressing.

Then she leaves me alone in the library to ponder the fact that I’m definitely not getting anything else tonight.