17. Malakai
Malakai
With Liliviere and her grandfather finally cleared of any involvement with the rebels, and Kenton begrudgingly turning a new leaf in his relationship with my wife, life finally begins to settle into a new normal.
To show I trust my sons to run things while I’m gone, I whisk Lili off to my private mountaintop retreat for a honeymoon—alone.
No servants. No interfering councilors. No people. Just us. Alone.
The helicopter has barely taken off when Lili glances over her shoulder at me with a knowing glint in her blue eyes. She wanders through the halls, staying a few steps ahead of me. Maddeningly out of reach.
“Everything is very masculine,” she says, running her fingertips along the back of a sofa. “Dark wood. Leather furniture. Weapons on the walls instead of books.”
“It was a hunting lodge. We can get you books.” I stretch one arm out trying to snatch her. Giggling, she dodges out of reach. She is wearing a light, full skirt and a modest tank top with a knitted pink cardigan over it, like a ballerina.
“I’m not interested in reading,” she says, stopping so suddenly that I barrel into her. She places one hand on my chest. “I’m more interested in you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I grab her. She wraps her legs around my waist, bringing her pussy into contact with my thickening erection. We don’t make it all the way to the bed. Instead, I carry her to the huge rug laid out before the unlit fireplace and lay her down.
“What are you going to do, hunt me down like one of these animals?” she asks breathily.
“Is that what you want me to do?” My cock strains so hard against my fly that I couldn’t run after her if I wanted to.
“Maybe…” She gasps when I drag my hand up her leg to the heat between her thighs.
“Already wet and needy for me.”
“You’re a cocky bastard,” she complains, but her hips lift into my touch, belying her protest.
I bend to nip her earlobe. “You love it.” I circle her clit, slow and maddening. “Don’t you, my wanton little queen?”
“You make me wild, Mal,” she breathes.
“Let’s test that theory.” I flip her onto her stomach and land a sharp smack on her pert ass. Lili yelps, more from surprise than pain. Then I trace her pussy again and groan with satisfaction. “Not wild enough yet, darling.”
“That was one spank!” she protests.
“Want more? Better run.”
She blinks at me in wide-eyed confusion for a moment.
Then, catching on, she scrambles onto all fours and takes off sprinting through my hunting lodge.
I’m left holding her cardigan and pushing to my feet.
Lili is quick, but doesn’t know the layout.
Nor is she good at being quiet. I pad after her on bare feet.
“Run, little princess,” I taunt. “I’ll catch you, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
Giggles. I turn to see the hem of her skirt disappearing up the stairs to the second floor. I lunge after her and catch the pleated silk, ripping it from her body. Lili stumbles, her knees hitting the stairs, and scrambles away laughing in nothing but that cropped tank top and a thong.
My cock, already hard, strains for release.
I surge up the stairs after her and catch her by the long hair.
She stops instantly, the long golden strands coiled taut around my fist. I reel her in and press my erection against her pretty ass.
“Now, are you going to stop running, or are you going to admit you want this?”
“Make me,” she pants.
“Make you do what?”
“Make me stop running. Make me admit it. Make me come, Mal, I—”
I pick her up with one arm around her waist and carry her into the nearest bedroom.
It’s not the one I usually use when I stay here.
It’ll do. I throw her onto the bed and yank the curtain tie-back off the wall, the closest thing at hand that I can use to tie her up.
Then I flip her onto her stomach and swat her bottom until it turns red.
I align myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock testing her readiness. She’s slick and sticky, so wet and ready for me. I don’t give her what she wants though. I just wait.
“Malakai,” she groans. “Why did you stop?”
“Tormenting you,” I grunt. She tries to impale herself on me. I move my hips back, refusing to let her have what she wants.
“I bet you won’t last five minutes,” she pants.
I growl with mock offense. “Ohh, you’re asking for it, darling.” In one smooth thrust, I bury myself inside her.
Lili’s breath hitches, her body stretching around me. “Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “Okay, that’s—fuck—good.”
“Just ‘good’?” I withdraw almost all the way, dick pulsing with raw need, then slam back inside her. “I’ll take that as a challenge.” I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me with each deep, punishing stroke. The bed rocks beneath us as Lili’s body arches to meet every thrust.
“You’re an impossible man,” she complains in a ragged exhale, her voice trembling with laughter and need.
“And yet,” I drawl, “here you are. Bound, at my mercy. Begging for more.”
“I am not begging!”
“Yet.” I smack her ass and drive deep into her pussy. Her body clenches around me, and her voice breaks on a moan. “I’m just—fuck—really enjoying our honeymoon.”
My laughter is dark and triumphant. “Me too, princess. Me, too.” I snake my free hand beneath her to find her clit. “Now show me what a dirty girl you are.”
With a whimper, she comes apart around me, her body milking my cock as I chase her climax with my own, burying myself deep with a groan of profound satisfaction.
We stay like this for several long moments—breathless, sweaty, tangled up in bedclothes and each other.
Then I pull her up, press a kiss to her spine and murmur, “Still questioning my authority?”
Lili grins, even as her legs trembled. “Next time, maybe I’ll turn the tables and chase you.”
I chuckle and squeeze one of her breasts. “You can try. But you’ll end up just like this, filled with my seed wherever I catch you, in any way I want to take you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it, Your Majesty,” she teases. “I can’t wait until we have a family of our own.”
I nip her shoulder and whisper, “Let’s make it happen, darling.”