Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
VIVIAN
I once read how our brain constantly reshapes itself. How it’ll prune away neural connections we don’t need, even ones that have hurt us, so that new ones can bloom.
I believe it because I don’t need shame anymore.
It can die in the ashes of my past.
My mind won’t allow it because my body can’t feel it. Not when I’m in Jace’s arms. Not when I trust his touch. Not when I’m surrounded by love.
“What’s next?” I whisper as he carries me back to the platform.
Gently, he lies me down. “We wait until you’re ready to receive your second king.”
I arch an amused brow. “Receive?”
“He means until you’re ready to fuck Zar.” The man himself grins from his throne.
I grin back, relaxed and ready, but Wren jumps up from Sire’s lap. Naked, she shimmies. “Let’s take a pee break first.”
She’s right. We need a refresh. I go first, followed by the other queens waiting in the second-floor hallway. While Delphine takes her turn, I take Alena’s hand. She’s with Wren and Ruby as I tell her, “I’m so sorry I barged in on your initiation. I shouldn’t have violated your privacy like that.”
“No apology needed.” A proud smile lifts Alena’s lips. “You’re one of us, and besides…I don’t feel shame about my body anymore. I like showing it off.”
Wren twirls a dark curl. “Like we’re proud of our differences.”
Ruby nods. “And our disability.”
Delphine flings the bathroom door open, smirking. “And our desire.”
“And if Vale were here”—Alena laughs—“she’d say, ‘And how we’re proudly DTF.’”
“Wow.” I marvel. “Where were you all when I was in college? It sucked feeling like I was alone. I had one friend who never judged sex, but the rest?”
Wren shrugs. “It’s the patriarchy. It turns women against each other, fighting like dogs for scraps off the man’s table, when if we would just work together, we could flip their fucking table over and be free.”
Delphine claps, and I hug Wren, impressed by how she’s the youngest yet wisest. “So you all don’t mind?” I angle back, needing to be sure. “I mean, if your kings, uh—”
“Fuck you on their table?” Wren beams. “You have our blessing because each king has his boundaries.”
“By all means.” Alena drapes her arm over my shoulder. “Let Loch show you what a pleasure Dom is.”
Ruby bounces her brows. “Let Axel show you what a primal Dom is.”
“Ouais, you will like Grant,” Delphine boasts. “He is a giant service top.”
“While Sire likes to breed,” Wren chirps, “only me and men I approve of, but with a queen and a condom, he’ll do it too.”
Ruby’s violet eyes sparkle. “But what I want to know is how Nick will use Zar to become your second king tonight. Good god.” She grabs my hand excitedly. “You know, for women, Zar is a trained service sub.”
“Oh, I know.” My cheeks heat. “I’ve taken pictures of the parties he and Nick have had with your sister and Luca.” In this circle, their lifestyle is safe. “It’s actually beautiful, how much those four love each other. I’ve known Nick and Zar for years. It’s why I asked them for this.”
Ruby squeezes my hand, gushing about her sister. “And Scarlett would want you to have it. She doesn’t ask about the Bratva stuff, but she knows. She knows how we’re all in this together.”
In an instant, it whips through us, realizing that in a week, we have the big meeting with The Queen. The one where we confront the Bratva Pakhan. The evil father who needs to let them go.
It’s why I wanted this so quickly with Jace.
I want to be by his side. I want to be his proud queen as we all stand together, united against Ruslan Kholodov.
Wren claps. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Alena leads the way back upstairs. “Let’s get our kink on.”
Warmth soothes me, musing how each queen is different, yet we’re alike in our loyalty to each other and our love for our kings.
Kings who grin at our entrance, with Sire proclaiming, “Lord, we thought we lost you, ladies.”
Wren wags a finger. “You can’t rush perfection.”
They return to their kings, nestling into their laps while I note Jace, whispering with Nick and Zar by the credenza.
Plopping down onto the platform, I lean back on my elbows, completely nude and relaxed, waiting for this next part. It’s sweet how Jace seems like the one who worries now, always wanting my enthusiastic consent.
So I give it, spreading my legs, feeling free like Wren said. Flipping over the table. Flipping my middle finger to shame. “Oh, boys,” I call out, “your queen is ready to be fucked now.”
The other queens clap as Jace pauses, turning his head, a sexy smirk lifting his lips.
“You sure, Smokeshow?” He starts stalking my way across the throne room, his erection swelling.
I will never get enough of the sight. “Because we’re not boys.
” His hand laces through my hair, tugging so I’m staring up at him, lust shooting through my veins.
“We’re your kings about to fuck you. Together. Is that what you want?”
I bat my lashes. “I’m all yours to please, Daddy.”
He leans down, his hungry kiss opening me, his rousing tongue taking mine before he murmurs over our lips, “No games tonight. Say yes or no, and we listen. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He lies down in the center of the platform, his body breathtaking and face up, his velvet voice demanding, “Now, be my queen and sit on my face before your court.”
A year ago, I’d have been bullied by shame to do this. All of my desires silenced, wilting inside me along with my soul.
That’s what shame does to you. It lets someone else’s misery reduce you. Cutting you down to as small as they feel.
But now I bloom.
Unfurling. Uninhibited. Unstoppable.
I grin, moving as Jace guides me, turning me around, making me straddle his face in a sixty-nine. My mouth waters to suck his cock in front of everyone. Fisting his wide base, I lift his swollen crown to my mouth, but…
“This is your night, my queen.” Lightly, he spanks my ass, ordering, “Just lick the cum you make my dick drip when I eat your pussy.”
God, this is even more vulgar and nirvanic.
Braced on my hands, my nipples tingling and taut, my eyes are locked on our aroused audience. Every cock in the room soars, every pussy glistens.
My splayed cunt pulses, lust oozing as Jace slowly laves his tongue across my hard clit, over and over. He moans, and I proudly lower my mouth, licking the salty drops of precum from his swollen tip.
“Mmm, Vivian.” He spreads my cheeks farther. “Baby, you taste so sweet with my cum dripping from your pussy.”
I don’t think I could be more open, more wet, and ready for whatever he’s planned with Zar and Nick before Jace breathes into my pussy, his words like steam over my sex. “Loch and Sire, come get my queen’s ass ready for my cock.”
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I tremble. I moan. I disobey Jace and suck his cock, taking inches of him into my thirsty mouth with a grateful gag.
“Fuck, Viv.” He palms my skull. “You’re such a sweet slut, loving what we’re about to do to you, don’t you?”
I consent, moaning with my mouth full of his cock.
In my periphery, Sire approaches the platform. Loch joins him. Their jutting cocks menacing, their bodies masterpieces of muscle and inked art. I sense their heat, smell their manly colognes, feel the platform beside me sink to their weight.
Softly, Loch caresses the back of my thigh. “You’re going to feel us getting you ready, our queen. Will that please you?”
“Yes,” I rasp, my lids sliding shut. I can’t handle sight when my other senses are flooded.
With his hand still palming my skull, Jace forces me to rest my cheek over his velvet erection, my lips gasping over his dripping tip. Loch strokes the back of my thigh, upward, making me tremble with anticipation, his pleasing touch perfection, as Sire tenderly cups my buttock.
“We’re going to use our tongues and toys on your ass.” Sire sounds devilish—delicious. “And you’re going to let us open you for our cocks, won’t you, our queen?”
“Yes, my kings.” It’s all I can think before the onslaught of sinful sensations. Licking tongues. Teasing fingers. Probing toys with lube they must’ve taken from the red leather box by the platform.
“Oh my god,” I mewl, my sex swollen and syrupy from Jace’s lips, sucking my electric clit while Loch’s dripping fingers curl into my open cunt, and Sire’s salivating tongue circles my ass. I can’t take it, and I only want more. “Jace, please. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet.” His voice lulls from between my thighs. “They need to play with you more, and fuck, baby, I love watching it. So fucking pink and wet and tight for me, you need to open for my dick.”
We did this for the first time a few nights ago, Jace and I in my boudoir studio. He took his time with anal training plugs while eating my pussy and getting me so desperate to receive him.
I still wasn’t prepared. Shocked by how I came so hard and fast, feeling Jace enter me—the pressure, the stretching, the taboo—sharing everything with him. My sudden, screaming orgasm made him lose control. With three thrusts in my ass, he was coming with me.
He doesn’t want that tonight, I know.
He wants this to last for me, but I can’t.
Not when Loch stretches my ass open with a glass plug, pumping it inside me.
Not while Sire fondles my breast, gently tugging my sensitive nipple.
Not as Jace sucks my engorged clit, and I lick his salty tip.
I let a luscious orgasm escape, ripping down my body, drops of my moaning disobedience filling Jace’s mouth.
“Fuck, man, she’s ready for you.” Loch seats the plug inside me, while Jace kisses my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance, making the edges of my orgasm vibrate through my flesh.
Sire leans down, sweeping the hair off my flushed cheek, resting on Jace’s rigid cock. “She’s so beautiful and yours, brother. Claim her.”
This must be that subspace, that naughty nirvana, that erotic euphoria. I’m in my body and floating out of it, letting Jace lift me like a doll.