The Queen’s Denial

Chapter 14 Chi

Chapter 14

Chi

I’m not waiting for him to make sure I’m okay. I have to do something to help myself now that both of the men who were supposed to be protecting me are gone, and the other one is still on a flight hours away from here.

I decide to call Oxy. I’ve heard her name a couple of times. She works for my father through Cas and Andy now, but I’ve also heard her mentioned by all the men I’ve been around for the past few weeks. Andy thinks he’s so fucking slick, making calls when he doesn’t think I’m around. And usually I wouldn’t give nearly enough of a fuck to listen in on someone else’s calls besides Papa’s. But with Andy, I think I want to know about the things he tries to keep from me out of spite.

Luckily for me, Andy and my father have been getting careless about leaving this particular tech guru’s info laying around. I imagine she is becoming more of a high commodity — a rising star, just being given her due. Just from the legends I’ve heard of her, she does seem to be the best.

As I look through my father’s office, which I believe is warranted given the circumstances, I easily find her information in one of the “Business Associate” files. I figure she’s likely the only woman my father has ever known whose actual name is “Oksana.”

I call from my father’s number so that she doesn’t screen me first. From what I’ve heard, she’s a little bit reclusive.

The phone rings and rings, and just when I’m about to hang up, it stops. I hold my breath, waiting for a greeting, but I get none. I’m sure there’s someone there, though.

“Oxy? Oks… Oksana?” I say slowly, as if I’m trying to coax an animal out of a corner.

“Who the fuck are you, and how do you know my name? Both of my fucking names?”

“I’m Chi Yan. I’m Akio Yan’s daughter. Andy — you know Andy Scutari, right? He’s been watching over my estate and — and he’s been—”

“Yes, I fucking know what’s been happening. I mean, you’d have to be living under a fucking rock not to know what’s happening. So, what do you want from me? I don’t even know you.”

I feel hopelessly out of my depth, which is an emotion I try never to feel. Ever. I take a deep breath, puff up my chest, and put on the best act I possibly can. “Okay. Listen. I know you’re freaked out, because I am too. But I’m just calling to see what the hell is going on and what I can do to help Andy and Cas. I want to make sure Andy can contact me if he needs me. I mean, what is he going to do when they let him out of jail? Are you going to pick him up?”

Oxy snorts. “Are you, in your adorable little red Corvette? Just the cutest model ever, am I right, or am I, like, right?”

I sigh into the phone. “Okay, you’re mocking me using a New York accent, girl. I’m in Boston. You gotta overpronounce the ‘a.’” I take a slow, centering breath in and continue. “Listen, would you just stop being a huge asshole for a few minutes and hear me out? I’m trying to help them. And who gives a shit if I drive a red Corvette?” I’m sure she was trying to unsettle me with that insult, but I know plenty of masterminds, so I expect her shitty attitude.

Oxy sighs, sounding a little extra pouty — probably because she didn’t get to have any fun with me. “You drive a red Corvette. I’m not sure there’s anything else that could be more obvious than a red fucking Corvette on the road. If anyone is trying to look for you — and I’m sure they are — that shit will give you away in no time.”

I roll my eyes. “Then work your magic, Oxy. But I need to go grab them as soon as I can, and I need you to tell me when they need me. I doubt they’d use a phone to contact me if it could be traced.”

Another sigh, this time of disdain. “You seriously think I don’t have blocks on their phones right now? Come on, this is rookie shit.”

I’m not sure how to say that I don’t care whether they have blocks on their phone. I don’t want Andy thinking he should call anyone else. I want to protect him, for once, and I know I can.

“Fuck this, Oxy. I need you to tell me exactly when he gets out. The minute you know.”

“I don’t have to do anything a spoiled little mafia princess tells me to do. Trust me, I don’t take orders from anyone, even your boyfriend.”

“Okay, first off, I’m not mafia, and I’m not a princess. I’m the next Yakuza queen. And I want us to be able to work together in the future, just like you work with my father, Andy, Cas, and even Mara. Or, I could just make sure you lose your little meal ticket. I have an in with your most direct employer. My best friend is the object of his absolute obsession. So let’s not do this anymore. I want to help your friends out, and I’m asking you to help me.”

I hold my breath and pray that she’s not awful enough to say no. Finally, a long, dreary sigh. “Fine.”

*****

I have everything planned when Daiki gets here, and things move smoothly for me. We book a mansion under one of Daiki’s aliases, take a shit ton of security with us, and get the fuck off of the estate I grew up on.

It’s a restless night. There’s no word from anyone, and I’m low-key freaking out the next morning, running on just a few hours of sleep and sipping coffee out of the largest mug I can find.

Daiki speaks to me in Japanese. “You shouldn’t be drinking so much caffeine, Chi-chan.”

I shoot him as close to a glare as I would ever dare shoot any of my elders and say nothing. I just continue sipping.

“It will be fine, Chichi. Trust that they know what they are doing.”

“It’s not them I don’t trust,” I say harshly. “It’s everyone else.”

Finally, I get a message from Oxy that Andy has been granted a hearing. She seems certain that he and Cas will make bail, and all I can guess is that she has somehow hacked into a website for information and has found something about their case. She gives me an estimate of when I should head over there, and I’m idling at the curb when he and Cas are finally let out of jail.

Cas is beat to hell, and they both stink of the jail cell, but they are alive, which is all I can really ask for in a time like this. Andy tries to act cool, but I know he’s happy to see me when he practically eats my face off first thing. It’s okay, though, because I’m the same way, pushing back on him so hard I’m afraid his lips may bruise. I notice Cas eyeing Daiki’s idling car as I come up for breath, and I smile at him.

“That’s just my father’s man.” I tell him briefly aboutDaiki — that he’s here just to watch over me.

“Watch you? Do you know how creepy that is?” Andy asks with a scoff. He has never seemed to understand our relationship, always misinterpreting Daiki as some overbearing, pervasive presence. But it’s not that at all. I welcome his wisdom and insight.

If I were a more sentimental person, I might even say he loves me like a daughter. I don’t know how Andy could ever understand after growing up with two very present parents, but it doesn’t really matter.

I roll my eyes like I always do, but Andy leans in to whisper in my ear. “If you’d like to be blindfolded in about 30 minutes when I do the ungodly things I want to do to you, keep rolling your eyes. But be careful. You don’t know what I just saw in that jail cell; let me tell you…”

I can’t help my reaction. I would never be worried about any other man speaking to me like this. I would laugh in their faces most of the time. But with Andy… I know he’ll do it. And what really freaks me the fuck out is that I know I’ll let him.

I feel my smirk falter, and I swallow hard before Andy fucks my mouth with his tongue so hard I can barely breathe. Maybe letting him blindfold me wouldn’t be so bad.

Eventually, I shift into drive and head to the rented mansion. Andy keeps his promise, and just minutes after we arrive, he pushes me into the bedroom. Suddenly, he has a pair of cuffs, seemingly manifesting them from thin air.

“What the… how…?” I ask dazedly, already out of breath from the mere thought of being handcuffed.

“There are a lot of things lying around in a jail run by corrupt, sloppy officers, and I happen to be pretty good at stealing shit.” He takes my wrist in his iron grip, and I know it’s no use, but I struggle against him anyway. I’m freaked out about being cuffed to anything.

“You need a shower,” I say, trying to distract him and make him self-conscious at the same time. I should know by now that that shit’s not going to work. He cuffs my hand to the bedpost.

“This is what men smell like. I’m sorry I don’t have that fancy cologne your 1-800-Dentist boyfriend at the club had on.”

“How do you know about—mmmmfff.” He puts his hand over my mouth and pushes me down to the bed, smooshing me into the mattress. My cuffed wrist slides down the slats on the headrest.

“You’re done talking, Chee-chee. I don’t want to gag you, but I will.”

My eyes widen. This is a surprising side of Andy I’ve never seen. He always wants to dominate me, but it feels like more this time. It feels like he needs it in a way he hasn’t before when we were just playing around.

But we’re supposed to still be playing around. This is just for fun, after all, or else my father would never allow him to continue working on the grounds. It just… feels like more. It feels like I’m giving him something he needs, and he’s taking it from me gratefully. Like I’m… helping him in some way, instead of him always helping me. And I have to admit that I like it.

“On second thought, I actually would like to see you gagged.” He takes his hand off my mouth and quickly rips his shirt off, speaking again before I can get a word out. “You know, you can use so many different, everyday items to make a gag. As long as it’s tight enough and thick enough to muffle the sound.” He whips off his belt a second later, and before I know it, his shirt is stuffed into my mouth and the leather of the belt is shoved between my lips. I try to scrabble at him with my one free hand, but he pins it down with his knee as he grunts with exertion and… something else. Excitement — I’m almost certain of it.

I’m so confused for a few reasons, the main one being that, although it freaks me out a little, I’m super turned on right now. I have no idea what Andy is about to do; in fact, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever seen this side of him. Which brings me to my next point of confusion: What the hell is going on with him? Why is he acting so forceful — so eager? Andy is never excited about anything. He’s always cool, calm, and aloof, almost to a fault, with everything except my health and well-being.

Whatever the fuck this side of him is, I’m helplessly, hopelessly attracted to it.

I try to scream at him to get off of me through the gag. “This isn’t funny, what the fuck are you doing?” But all I can really think about is what he’s planning to do next. What does he want to do with my body? Why aren’t I allowed to have a say in where this will go?

He rips his pants off, and then yanks my shorts down. He leans close to my ear and whispers. “You smack three times if you want it to stop.” He takes my free hand and smacks it on the bed. “One, two, three.” He smacks it on his thigh. “One, two, three. You can smack anywhere. But Chi…” He presses a hand down on my chest, just under my neck, as he rubs his hard cock on my naked pussy. It feels so good that I barely notice the pressure in an area that could stop me from breathing if he were to push a little harder. “I want this right now; do you understand me? Do not fucking smack your hand down three times unless you’re done. Once or twice. That’s it.”

I look into his dark, coffee-brown eyes, glistening with some malevolent exhilaration, and for some reason that frightens even me, I stop struggling and just stare, my gaze practically begging for whatever he wants to give me.

“Yes, go still for me. Such a good girl, Chi.” He runs his hand down my side, then back up to roll my breasts and nipples in just one of his huge hands. They span the length of my chest as he squeezes down harder just above, right where my clavicles meet. It hurts a little, but the pressure feels good, too.

The longer he pushes on my neck, the better everything feels. My nipples harden, and muffled noises of anxious pleasure escape me as his cock drags painfully slowly through my folds.

“You like that, Princess?” he asks breathlessly, before twisting my nipples so hard it feels like they’ve caught fire. I gasp and blink at him, eyes wide in shock. Some of his skills are semi-painful here and there, but they don’t hurt like that.

“It’s okay.” He moves his hand over to cup the side of my neck and squeezes as he drags his teeth and tongue over my collarbone. “It’ll make all of this feel better. Eventually. You can hold out, Chi. I promise.”

He takes a harsh breath. “I love your neck. This soft spot right here.” He bites down hard, and I give a muffled scream from behind the gag. The hand that isn’t cuffed tightens on the bedspread but doesn’t move. I think of the mark his bite will leave on my me, and I’m definitely scared… but I trust him. And having his mark on me has me clenching my legs together around his hard cock, trying to lift up to get him to slip inside me.

He moves his body to the side of the bed, one hand still on my neck and the other stretching to where my legs clench together. I try to slip my free hand down, but he smacks it away and pries my legs apart. “You greedy—” He smacks my thighs, just under my aching pussy. “—Greedy little girl.” I scream as he pinches the sensitive skin of my inner thigh hard. Tears leak out from under my eyelids as I squeeze them shut.

But Andy’s not done. “So impatient,” he grunts in a gritty voice, just before he pinches my other leg just as hard. I smack my hand on the bed once to try and steady myself. I realize what I’ve done, and my eyes fly open just in time to catch Andy’s quick, darting gaze, and the infinitesimal pause in his actions, but he barely even misses a beat when he gets back to it.

“You need to learn some manners, sweet girl.” He pushes down harder on the side of my neck and pinches my clit. I grab his arm with my hand as my scream arches my back off the bed. The floodgates open, and tears pour out of my eyes. And yet, I still don’t want him to stop. It hurts, but then it feels… calm. And I love that calm.

Andy brings my hand up to his mouth to lightly suck my fingers. As he takes one into his mouth, the soft touch electrifies my entire body, and I cry harder.

“Are all these tears just for me?” He licks up my face. “Mmm. Almost as delicious as your sweet pussy, my little Chee-chee.”

This talk is making the wait unbearable. Every silken, soft-spoken word sets my body on fire. I feel like I’m going to explode into flames.

Suddenly, he bears down even harder on my neck and pushes the heel of his hand into my clit as hard as he can. I have no time to prepare, and I scream with the contact. I’m fucking exhausted, and he hasn’t even made me come yet.

“Breathe, Chi,” he says, and I realize I’m holding my breath. I let it all out and take a few more, far too quickly with the hand pressed onto my throat. Suddenly, the room is tilting upside down around me. I blink a few times and realize his hand is off my neck and his fingers are no longer inside of me, and I look at him as if he’s betrayed me in some way.

“As much as I love that look of ecstasy on your face, I want your eyes here. I want them on me. Now.” In no time, his hands and fingers are back in place, and I’m wriggling again.

I’m beyond fighting, beyond any comprehensible thought besides doing what he says so I can get what I want. No, I don’t want it. My body has decided I need it, and it will not allow me to interfere.

“Ohh that look in your eyes, Chi. That’s what I want. I want all of you, baby.” He keeps up his finger fucking until I am all sensation, and just bits and pieces of his words come through the hyper-awareness of what his hands are doing to me. “I want you to need this the way I do. Not just want it, you understand me? I want you to need it.”

That’s easy, because I think I do need it. Just right now — just in this moment, I try to convince myself as I nod mindlessly, chasing my release and lifting my hips. He removes his fingers and smacks my pussy hard with the palm of his hand. I cry out, but it’s nothing but a thin whimper.

“You want to come, baby?” I don’t understand for a moment, but when I process the words, I make eye contact and give just the weakest of nods.

Without warning, he pushes into me with his cock as far as he can go. “You’ve been very good,” he pants, “so I suppose I’ll allow it.” He grunts as he plunges back into me and grinds down, and I melt into the mattress. I can’t believe I haven’t come yet — can’t believe I can possibly handle anymore of this. Usually, my orgasm is like a crashing wave. This will be an all-out explosion, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it.

“Breathe!” Andy’s gruff voice comes from above me, and I realize that I’ve again been holding my breath again. As I exhale on a high-pitched moan, it seems to set Andy off, and he comes apart, coating my insides in warmth. The look on his face and the sensation of his warmth inside of me finally sets off the explosion. All I feel is the wrenching, all-consuming pleasure of my orgasm. It’s all I am right now. Andy has done what I thought was impossible. He’s made me that piece of dust, gently floating in the universe. Even if it’s just for some small moment in time. It might as well be an eternity that I’m floating in this dream.

I know Andy is saying something to me, but I can barely hear. Finally, I make out a few words. “Calm down, not so hard. Not so fast.”

I notice now that my chest pounds up and down with Andy’s hand as a reassuring weight on top of it. I realize a moment later that a decent amount of time has passed, my gag is off my face, and my head is in Andy’s naked lap. I can’t fucking move. Sex weighs my body down heavily, but it jolts with an aftershock a second later and then relaxes, and I fall limp again.

“Shhh, you’re good. You’re just fine.” I want to speak and tell him that obviously I’m fucking fine, that I’ve never been better, and I’m not sure how I could have ever lived without everything we just did… but I can’t. I absolutely cannot form words right now.

“You need to get your breathing under control, Chi, or we can’t do that anymore.” I focus on taking deep breaths, and I crack my eyes open wearily.

“That’s better. You’re tired. Go to sleep.”

As if his words are an all-out command, I let the rich darkness take me away.