Chapter 29 #2
“I know you’z can’t come to the gala with me now—”
“What do you mean, baby?”
“Same night as Logan and Emily’s party.”
I don’t hesitate. My bumble needs her Oppa. Of all people, Logan will understand.
“Baby, I absolutely will come with you. I wouldn’t miss meeting your family. I know how important they are to you. I know how important your grandmother’s party is to you.”
“But Logan’s your best friend. I know he wants you there. And Emmy, what am I going to tell Emmy? She’ll be so disappointed. We planned all her outfits and I won’t even be there—”
“Cynnie, baby, they will understand. No one will be angry at you. It’s a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. Yes, they’ll be sorry we’re not there, and we’ll be sorry to miss the fun. But it won’t ruin their weekend and it won’t ruin ours, right? Not if we don’t let it.”
Her eyes fill again. “Jun said I’d ruined everything.”
“Your brother’s an asshole. I’m sorry to speak badly of your family, but it’s true. You haven’t ruined anything. It’s a minor inconvenience, and it’s probably not even your fault. It doesn’t matter either way. What matters is that your grandmother’s party is still going to happen, right?”
She nods.
I run my thumbs gently under her eyes to clear away the tears. “Then no harm done. Nothing’s ruined. Let’s enjoy dinner and then we’ll go home. I have a big surprise for you. Tomorrow, if you want me to support you when you talk to your brother and grandmother, I will.”
She throws her arms around my ribs and hugs me fiercely. “Thank you, Oppa.”
I kiss the top of her head and stroke the long, silky fall of her hair. “Anything for you, baby. I hate seeing you sad. You should always be my happy bee.”
“You make me happy, Oppa. Haven’t ever been as happy as I am with you.”
My chest blooms with more than the heat of her body pressed to mine. She seems happy with me, but she doesn’t say it often. Maybe this is another point of communication we have to work on, because I really like hearing the words.
I expect Cynnie to be excited about her “hive.” I don’t quite expect her to burst into tears.
“Oppa!” She turns and throws her arms around me. When she jumps up, I get my arm under that wonderful, round ass and haul her up onto my hips. She wraps her legs around me.
She buries her face in my neck, hiccupping on her tears.
“Baby, do you not like it?”
“I love it,” she sobs.
I smile into the soft cloud of her hair. “My Fairy Queen Bee needs her hive. Crawl in and see what you think, huh?”
She nods but clings to me. I carry her over and sit on the edge of the bed, which takes a bit of maneuvering, given how high the bed is now and with an adorably emotional little wrapped around me.
I stroke her and when she finally lifts her wet, red face from my neck, I kiss her. When the kisses get heated and she tugs on the button-down I’ve worn to dinner, I strip off for her, but don’t undress her.
“Would my Fairy Queen Bee like to christen her hive with some worship from her drone?”
Her eyes swim as she looks up at me. “You’z do that, Oppa?”
“Baby, just because I love chasing you and catching you and fucking you silly doesn’t mean I won’t go down on you. I love tasting my bumble. Much sweeter than honey.”
She blushes. “Iz not.”
“Is, too.” I lift her off my lap and squat down at the entrance to the underbed cage. “Come see your hive, Queenie, and let your drone eat up all your royal jelly.”
“Oppa!” She scrubs her palms over her flaming cheeks, but scrambles into the cage. She spreads out one of the fleeces under her as she scoots in and lies down on her back, rocking from side to side and hugging stuffed bee after stuffed bee. “Oppa, iz so good in here. My own hive!”
“It is. Can your drone come in?”
“Yes! Yes! Come in!” She reaches out of the cage, grabs my hand, and pulls me in.
I crawl in on my knees and elbows and even then, I bump into the thick wooden slats overhead.
I sprawl next to my Queen Bee, leaving my calves and feet jutting out through the cage’s open entrance.
I’m glad I’ve set this up as Cynnie’s special place, because there’s barely room enough for me to squeeze in, much less move around.
She cuddles up to me as I stretch out, running her palms over my chest and shoulders. “Oppa, thank you so much for this. I loves it. My special place.”
I tip my head to bring our mouths together, but let her close the last inch, only giving her what she seeks. Letting my little queen dictate to her drone for once.
She wraps her arms and legs around me as soon as I our lips meet. My enthusiastic bee.
I kiss her for a long, lazy time, exploring every angle, every little spot on her lips and tongue, teeth and palate that makes her wriggle and hum happily. She gets increasingly restless under me, wriggling, arching herself against me, rubbing.
She finally breaks our kiss, tugging on my hair. “Oppa.”
“Yes, my queen?”
“Don’t like being in charge.”
“You don’t?”
She shakes her head.
“Would you like me to be in charge?”
Her face lights up and she nods. “Always.”
“Then turn over, my little queen.”
She rolls onto her elbows and knees as soon as I lift off her. I slide her dress up over her round ass and slowly peel her lace leggings down to her knees. Grasping her hips, rubbing my thumbs up and down her sweet cheeks, I spread her.
“What do you have here for your drone, little queen?”
“Nuffin’,” she mutters into the mattress.
“Oh, it’s definitely something.” I push her forward onto her forearms for a better angle before I bury my face and get to work.
After I eat her to two growling, howling, and, adorably, drooling orgasms, she sprawls on my chest, our entwined legs sticking out of the cage, my heels resting on the strip of hardwood floor that separates my bed from the closet.
“You’z my favorite drone,” she says, lazily tugging on my unpierced earlobe.
“Yeah? Will you keep me?”
“Might do. You’z very good at taking care of your queen.”
I smile up at the underside of my bed.
“Would you like some twinkly lights under here?” I ask after a long silence where we bask in each other’s skin.
“Yeth. And a bottle for when I naps.”
I can’t control the grin that spreads across my face. “Would you wear a diaper for me when you nap?”
“Yeth,” she says, rubbing her face against my collar. “You change me after?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Daddy Jack makes Sammi wear a diaper when he’s bad. You’z punish me with the diaper?”
“Never, baby. This is something special for you in your hive. Your place where everything is taken care of. Just like a little queen bee.”
She tips her head back to press kisses along my neck. “I feelz like a queen in here.”
“Good, I want you to.”
“Not a place for you? You didn’t come.”
I didn’t. My cock’s still distended and aching, sandwiched between her thigh and mine. But I haven’t done anything to relieve myself. I wanted this to be purely for her. My queen in her hive.
“You can invite me in any time, baby, but I wanted to concentrate on you this time. I love servicing my little queen in her hive.”
She giggles softly. “Thank you, good drone-boy.”
I chuckle.
She dozes against me for a while until her weight crushing me down onto a few buzzies who have ended up under me gets uncomfortable.
I try to shift her off me without waking her, but she rouses and wraps her arms around my neck, so I slide us both out of the cage and carry her to the bathroom.
She lets me take care of her: washing her face, helping her brush her teeth.
Then I carry her back into the bedroom and get her settled.
She immediately drops back to sleep with her head cushioned on my shoulder.
I’m filled with the warm glow of taking care of my bumble, but I’m not sleepy yet.
I pat around on my nightstand until I find the TV remote.
I mute the TV and turn the captions on, then set it to a streaming service and find the next episode of a historical fantasy series I’ve watched a few episodes of already.
I read the books when they came out and liked them, but I almost prefer the TV series.
The story’s more focused and the battle scenes have been epic so far.
I know it’s heresy to say a movie or TV series is better than the book, but this one is.
Seeing the women swish around the screen in their long skirts reminds me of Emily’s books. I pick up my main phone from the charging pad on my nightstand and text Logan.
Buddy, there’s been a mix-up with a family thing of Cynnie’s. It’s been pushed back to Saturday night. We’re not going to make it to Niagara Falls.
His response lights the screen just as the orc horde start to storm the heroes’ sanctuary.
Logan: Fuck, we’ll miss you.
I’m really sorry. I need to be there for her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t miss it.
Logan: Emmy and I understand. Nothing’s more important than showing up for your little, Max. Nothing.
I smile at the screen.
You taught me that. I love you, Lo. Wish I could be there this weekend.
Logan: Love you, mate. You’re doing the right thing. You’ll have another chance in January. You’d better not skip my fucking wedding.
Can’t have a wedding without a best man.
He sends me back a string of middle-finger emojis, which leaves me chuckling as I turn off the phone.
A vague, dull anxiety about tomorrow’s hack circles through my mind, and gut, but I push it away.
My little girl, my queen bee, is here safe in my bed.
I know who was trying to hurt us and that knowledge, while it enrages me, also dispels some of the fear.
Lindy’s a smart guy with a lot of money at his disposal, but he’s not a shadowy super-villain.
Tomorrow’s just another hack. I get it done and I come back to this, my bumble in my bed and my arms and my heart.