Chapter 2 #2
I sigh, half with pleasure, half with exhaustion. I know that smile. Khay has naughtiness on his mind, but I don’t know if I’m up for it. There is just so much to do.
“Khay, I have letters to write, and I should really prepare for the trial next week, and—”
“And the world will not end if you stop thinking about all of that for fifteen minutes.”
He pushes away from the door, coming closer with long, languid strides. Oh, Khay is so beautiful. When he moves with such lazy confidence, he brings to mind a wild cat prowling through its territory.
“Fifteen minutes? That doesn’t sound realistic.” I push my chair back so I can stand. “Maybe let’s wait until evening. I have a lot to—Khay!”
He picks me up, cradling my body to his chest, and turns toward the largest window, which is cracked open.
A side table stands right next to it, and Khay deposits me on top.
I scramble to keep my balance on all fours, facing the window.
I just see people milling around the courtyard, as tiny as mice from this height.
“But in the evening, all of us will be there. I want you all to myself so I can say goodbye to your pretty pussy,” Khay purrs, his smile warm and mischievous in his voice. “So no, it really can’t wait.”
Sweet heaviness weighs down my body, and I sigh as tension releases from my nape and temples.
“Well, all right. Just close the window so no one hears me.”
“Not a chance.” He rucks up my dress, tender fingertips trailing up the backs of my thighs until I shiver. “You’re going to be very quiet and look at your subjects while I plow you. Do you like the idea? Your pussy sure does.”
He bares me to himself, and I know he sees the way my muscles clench.
I haven’t been naughty like this in a long time, since we tend to stick to the bedroom.
And—we’ve never done it in the council room, either.
My cheeks flame when I realize I’ll think about this every time I see this table or window from now on.
“Khay, this isn’t the best place—”
“I’ve had fantasies of railing you in all the places where you rule for months, my lady. I came in here a few weeks ago and measured every table and chair to find the perfect one. Don’t let my hard work be for nothing, hmm?”
“All the places I rule?” I ask, shaking my head in confusion.
“Oh yes. You’re fucking hot, my queen. When you sit on the throne with that confident, serene expression, because you know you have all the power—or here, when you slap your ministers’ mouths shut with a single look when they ramble about useless things.
The idea of making my powerful queen scream for me makes me mad with lust.”
“I’m not going to scream when the window’s open.” I huff to cover my nervous arousal. I had no idea Khay saw me this way, and it makes my body heat with pleasure.
“Then there’s no reason to shut it. Good.”
He drops to his knees behind me, and his hot tongue parts me in a firm, languid stroke.
I gasp, clutching the edge of the table.
It wobbles slightly, and I bite back a whine of exasperation.
Khay knows what he’s doing, that’s for sure.
With all my faculties occupied stifling screams and keeping my balance, I won’t be able to think about anything else but pleasure.
“As delicious as always,” he says, his smiling mouth pressing to the curve of my buttock. “Tell me what you see out there while I eat you.”
“Khay,” I moan, frustrated, and he gives me a tiny, almost ticklish lick. “I won’t be able to string three words together, you know I won’t.”
“Try. Or I’ll edge you for hours. I’m quite comfortable down here.”
I press my eyes closed and take a deep breath, then start talking.
“Two riders have just come in, and a stableman… A stableman is…”
Khay flicks his tongue against my clit and pulls away with a huff of amusement. “You were right. Can’t even complete a sentence. Go on, my queen. Keep talking, and I’ll give you what you need, but you have to try your best.”
He sucks my clit into his hot mouth to prove his point. I moan, and it’s loud enough to startle me. The table wobbles again, and Khay pulls back, clicking his tongue.
“Careful or you’ll fall.”
“You’re my knight and you’re supposed to protect me,” I gasp out, anger battling arousal in my belly.
“Mmm. Fine. I’ll catch you on my cock if you fall.”
That makes me laugh, but the sound hitches when he presses his tongue inside me, teasing and warm. I shake myself off and try to focus.
“Well, the horses have been led away. The riders are… Oh, right there, Khay… They are going inside. Oh, I know them. They are messengers, probably the ones we sent to the mines in Zanvar. Good, I wondered about the delay in copper deliveries, so hopefully, they’ll be able to tell me… Ah, heck! What are you doing?”
My inner thigh stings as Khay’s hot breath fans my skin. Shivers shoot up my spine. He bit me. With those sharp, lethal teeth of his. I am going to strangle him.
“No talking about chores, my queen,” he says with reproach, giving my abused skin a lick. “That was your punishment, though I dare say you enjoy it. Your arousal leaks down your thighs. Good queen, so wet for me.”
I close my eyes, heat rising inside me even as I shiver harder. Gods, the depravity. I thought I couldn’t be surprised anymore, but I stand corrected.
“Khay—”
“Keep talking, my lady.”