Regal Queen by Ivy Mason

Seven

He froze,and for a brief moment, I thought he was going to deny me. Going to pull back and leave me out in the cold rain.

And then he sunk into me, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me and yanking me into his arms.

A deep moan sounded low in his throat as his lips claimed mine, devouring them. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as elation strummed through me. I felt powerful, as what I took gave in to my demands.

We kissed as if the world was ending, as if we were finally accepting that we were meant to be together all along.

In this moment, I never wanted to let him go, always wanted to feel his body pressed to mine, his lips tasting mine, his hands clasping my side like he was desperate to capture me.

We kissed and kissed, kissed like I never knew you could kiss someone before. Like his lips were claiming mine, claiming me, like he was demanding my obedience to give myself to him.

His lips were demanding and mine were submitting.

And yet, he wanted more. He not only wanted my lips but my whole body, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, my very fucking soul.

He wanted everything from me and I was slowly, slowly submitting to him.

I grew soft and supple in his arms, molding my body next to his, showing him all the yearning that I'd been feeling ever since we met.

If he opened the hotel door and commanded me to walk away from him, I would insist on staying.

The tables had turned, and now he was my prisoner.

He belonged to me.

Our hearts were chained together in a never ending circle.

We kissed as if the world no longer existed, as if it didn't matter that we'd basically lost everything.

We kissed until I thought my lips were going to fall off, until I felt that the world had passed into nothingness around us and there was only him and me and a sky full of rain and possibility.

And then he pulled back, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and groaned. “We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?” I whispered. My arms, which were pressed against his chest now, curled around his waist, wanting to trap him there, not wanting him to escape through my fingers like a mist of fog.

He shook his head, the hardening of his tone an indication of the distance he was already putting between us. "Because, it’s not right. I know you don't want to be here, not truly."

"You think you know me, Bourbon?" I shook my head, my own voice hardening. "You don't know a single, fucking thing about me."

He straightened, revealing a cold wall of ice back in his gaze. "Then tell me something, Rose. Tell me something that's real. Convince me that you want to be here." His fingers curled in the collar of my silk pajamas, fisting them. "Tell me something that will convince me not to let you walk away from me as soon as all this is over. Tell me something that will convince me that you're worth it."

Anger strummed through me at his words but then something happened. Something completely and totally unexpected. His words had struck like an angry bolt but his bottom lip trembled, as if trying to withhold the emotions inside him.

It was only a half a second, a flash of true emotion, before he bit down on it, stopping the tremble, pressing his lips into a firm line. But I caught it.

I caught it and it was then that I knew.

His mistake was showing me the painting in the museum, telling me what it meant to him. The one truth he'd revealed to me.

He was feeling vulnerable.

It was the house. The one that was now destroyed, along with his mother that was gone.

He'd lost the one thing that meant anything to him, a past that was now completely destroyed.

He hadn’t had her to turn to growing up, and now, he didn't even have the things that reminded him of her.

And now, he was pushing me away so that he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone abandoning him anymore.

I straightened, staring into his eyes and facing down his demons with a ferocity of a hunting lion. I wasn’t going to back down.

Fuck the Kings.

I was the daughter of Alexander Petrov and a fucking queen.

“I’m here, and I’m not leaving."

I felt him suck in a breath, heard the whoosh of his shocked breath. Did I just promise to never leave him?

I almost couldn’t believe it myself, in as much in shock as he appeared to be. But I couldn't make myself amend my statement. Regardless of what might happen in the future, I was determined to be here for him in this moment.

"Prove it." His voice still had a hard edge to it, mixed with a rough, lusty sound.

I lifted my head to stare into those troubled blue eyes. "What?"

"Prove it," he repeated, his voice now firm and sure. "Get on your knees and suck my dick. Prove that you're here for me."

Nice. Resorting to sex to create a barrier between us.

But my tongue slipped out involuntarily. I'd never sucked a cock before, and I'd barely even seen Bourbon without clothes, despite the fact that he'd taken my virginity. I also had no idea whether or not I would even like sucking his dick.

However, steeling myself, I took a step back and, staring into his eyes the whole time, I fell to my knees, determined to prove him wrong.

"Asshole." I hissed as my fingers clumsily worked on his belt, then the button, but he didn't react, just stared down at me with that resolute look on his face.

The rain was beginning to let up but the balcony floor under me was uncomfortable and, down here on my knees and so far from his warmth, I was cold. Goosebumps prickled my arms and neck and my hair was drenched. But I slid down his zipper with a snap, determined to do this.

His eyes were still cold but the minute I took his thick girth in my hand, they grew heated, and a low noise escaped his throat.

A fracture of his walls.

A breaking of the shield around Bourbon's heart.

I bent forward, still keeping eye contact with him even though I had no idea what I was doing. My tongue darted out, and I managed to lick the tip.

There was something wet there. Salty.

Pre-come. I’d heard the word before.

"All the way in, Rapunzel."

At this, I finally broke the my gaze from Bourbon's and my stomach lurched, suddenly nervous when I saw the length of Bourbon's dick. I was about to shove that whole thing in down my throat.

He didn’t move, not an inch.

He wanted me to do it.

He wanted my submission.

That was the true test here, not me getting him off.

I swallowed the spit pooling in my mouth, took in a deep breath, then grasped my fingers around his cock and slid my mouth down over it.

The groan that left him was like fucking triumph to my soul. It made a zing spread through my chest then fly out my fingers like motherfucking shooting stars.

His fingers threaded through my hair and, grasping it tight, his hand guided me up and down.

I bobbed my head, taking as much as possible of him inside my mouth until I chocked on it, pulling back up.

"That's it," he crooned, his voice a deep rumble, “just like that."

Emboldened, I kept going, sucking and licking and slurping. If possible, his dick seemed to grow even larger under my ministrations.

“Am I doing it right? I garbled around his dick and he exhaled a chuckle.

"Yes, baby, you're doing it right,” his fingers still guiding me, “so fucking right."

I grinned, loving the way he seemed to be on the edge of his control, his voice trembling with need, his fingers fisting my hair growing tighter and tighter.

I went deeper and deeper, until I could barely breathe. My spitting and salivating only seemed to turn him on even more.

Grasping the bottom of his shaft, I sucked and pulled, feeling like I was drawing the life straight out of his dick.

He let out a garbled noise, gripping my hair so hard and tugging me upwards that I could only submit to his demand and awkwardly jerk to my feet.

“Come here, Rose.” He stepped forward and his hands clasped to my face. Then he was kissing me, groaning against my lips, his thick shaft now pressed against my stomach.

He was eating my mouth, kissing me so hard that it felt like he was now sucking my soul straight from me.

My hands fumbled against him. I needed to see him naked, to feel his skin across my hands. After a moment, I give up on the buttons and just yanked his shirt up, then slid my hands up under it.

Now I moaned, loving the way his skin felt under my fingers.

The smooth ridges of his muscles.

That damn vee that made my knees go weak.

I trailed my fingers upwards and he shuddered as I felt the lines of stomach muscles up to his broad chest. There were uneven patches and puckers of skin that, in my lustful state, took me a moment to realize that he had a field of scars across his torso and neck.

Now I really wanted to see them.

I wanted to see everything.

But his hand went to the nape of my neck, squeezing it tight, his fingers directing my head as his mouth left mine to trail down to my neck.

He kissed my skin and it was like scalding fire, possessive and demanding. It was then that I realized that he was leaving hickies, imprinting his possession over me so that anyone and everyone would see it.

Including Coulter.

I liked that he wanted everyone to know that I belonged to him. There was something thrilling about him marking me like that, claiming me as his for the whole world to see.

He moved back to kiss my lips again, cupping my face, groaning, his words a dark murmur against my skin. “I’m going to put a fucking baby in you."

I froze.

“Wha--what?" I couldn’t believe my ears. The ground beneath me disappeared. I was fallling, falling into a black hole of nothingness.

He pulled back, his face a storm of anger, his eyes turning back to steel. "You fucking said you weren't leaving me, Rose, and I believed you. Did you really mean it?

“Yes.” I nodded my head, but my whole body was trembling in his arms. Was he serious right now?"

"Then prove it."

This time I shook my head.

No.

No.

No.

This couldn’t be real. I was dreaming. I was still in my bed, curled up next to Coulter. I didn't kiss Bourbon, claiming him as mine. I didn't kneel down on the balcony floor and suck his dick.

And I definitely didn't hear him tell me he wanted to put a baby in me.

At the shake of my head, his eyes grew cold in an instant. "No?"

"No," I answered, and my voice shook. I tired to reason with him. "Bourbon, we can't. Not right now. We're not even safe ourselves, we can't bring a baby into this world. Not until we can keep him protected.”

His face grew dark and stormy. “You think I can't protect my own child?"

My lips parted but no words left them. I was speechless.

He straightened, pulling his cock back into his pants and zipping them up.

Then his hands were suddenly on my hips and he jerked me around so that my back was to his chest. Placing his hand on my back, he pushed me down, bending me over so that my ass was in the air. At the same time, he grabbed my wrists, holding them tight behind my back.

Oh god.

His hand slid down my back, smoothing over my ass. "You don't trust me Rose, is that it?" His voice deepened. "You think that just because you can't see all the ways I'm protecting us, even now, that I wouldn't do everything in my power to protect the child that we make?"

His hand went back up to my back, and when it slid back down, he took my silk pajama bottoms and my underwear with it, baring my ass to the open air.

"You've insulted me, Rose. And now you will pay for it." His hand smoothed over the exposed skin and I couldn't stop the shiver that crawled up my spine. "I think twenty will do."

"Twen-ty?" My voice was trembling.

"Yes Rose." His voice was firm. "And you will count each one." Then his hand came down on my ass and my mouth dropped open as I exhaled a breath.

He was fucking spanking me?

"Count them, Rose."

He was spanking me, and expected me to count?

"That's five more for not immediately obeying me." His hand came down on my ass again, and to my utter fucking amazement, another shiver crawled up my spine and wetness pooled between my thighs.

Was it possible that I actually liked this? That I was turned on my his dominion over me?

If I ever spank you, Rose, you will like it,he’d said.

"One, two," I squeaked out, my tongue thick with the words but curious to find out more.

Wack.

“Three."

Wack

"Four."

Wack

“Five." My voice was growing stronger, and the wetness between my thighs was increasing, along with my breathing. He paused, his fingers moving between them and he he hissed when they slid through my cunt.

"You're wet, Rose," his voice was thick and tortured. “God, where did you come from?”

He leaned closer to me, his hand smoothing over the pain he’d inflicted on my ass but his voice was a deep rumble against my ear. “You like this, Rapunzel? Like it when I spank you?”

"Yes," I breathed, nodding my head, hating that he’d been right all along.

He grunted, his hand coming down again and again, spanking me in rapid succession, and I struggled to keep up with the counting. With each hit, pain lanced up my ass and spine, sending me tailspinning with want and need. I was so fucking turned on that my inner thighs were dripping with my want, and my mind struggled to grasp onto the reality of what was happening.

As he kept going, I soared higher and higher until I was dangling over the cliff.

The last five were done so quickly that I couldn’t count fast enough to keep track. Suddenly I squealed with the pain of the last one.

It exploded through me and my whole body jerked.

I came.

I fucking detonated, my stomach jerking, my knees trembling, my pussy clenching. Juices running down my inner thighs.

God, I fucking came as this man spanked me.

Then Bourbon fell to his knees behind me, his hands clenching on my hips tight to steady me. He buried his face between my legs, licking and suckling my pussy, running his tongue through my puffed lips, lapping up my come.

“You taste so perfect.” Moaning, the man ate me out, licking and suckling every part of my pussy until he’d cleaned every bit of my juices.

When I was clean, he pulled me downward, shifting me so that I was in his lap, facing him, my pants pulled back up and my legs wrapped around his waist.

I was floating, weightless, as Bourbon gripped my hips, stabilizing me. His other hand went to my throat, steadying me, and I was suddenly grounded, staring up into those piercing eyes. Those shades of dark blue that matched the night sky above us.

His voice was a growl. "I need you to decide what you want, Rose. Because if you want me, I will put a baby in you, and then you can never walk away from me, ever. You understand? If you decide that you belong to me, then I will never share you with Coulter, and I will never, ever let you go. Say you understand me."

I nodded, fully in the moment now. "Yes. I understand."

He stared into my eyes for a moment longer, assessing my statement. Then he leaned forward, closing his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. “Good girl.”

Cupping my face, he kissed me. This time, his kiss wasn't demanding, but soft and sweet, his lips and tongue gentle against mine, taking his time to fully taste me. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had, and I clasped at the front of his shirt, holding him there, wishing I could stay in this moment forever.

“Good girl,” he murmured one more time against my lips, then he pulled pack and tucked me into his chest, stroking my back lightly with his fingers.

I leaned against his chest, and relaxed, even though my ass was burning. As if reading my thoughts, he shifted me so that my ass was touching as little as possible, then settled me into him again.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his fingers on me, caressing me lovingly.

Lovingly. God, was that what this was?

He said he wanted to put a baby in me.

A. Baby.

If that didn’t say something, then I don't know what else did.

I was still in shock and disbelief.

But the way he was taking care of me right now, the way he was soothing me, made me believe that he meant it. That he felt something more for me, too. Something pulling me to him, a kind of connection I’d never had with any other human being. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I felt it and that's what mattered most.

"Sir."

Bourbon pulled back, looking up at the man that was now staring down at us from the glass door.

"Yes?" Bourbon didn’t looked surprised.

"It's time to kiss the ring."

Bourbon just nodded his head. “Give us thirty minutes."

The man gave us a curt nod, then disappeared behind the wall of glass.

“I didn’t even hear him come over,” I admitted.

He smirked. “I know.”

I turned back to Bourbon. "What does that mean? Kiss the ring?”

He shifted, helping me to my feet before standing up himself and, threading his fingers through mine, led me towards the door.

"He means it's time to officially meet the New York don."

My stomach lurched, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be here anymore.