Page 25 of Untouchable Queen
He only stops once it’s bunched at my elbows, creating a secondary restraint and a blindfold all at once. It leaves me feeling intensely vulnerable, and my stomach quivers as I wonder what he intends to do with me next.
Strong fingers press into my flesh, slowly running down from my shoulder blades, following the curve of my waist until they hook around the bend of my hips. He pulls back, stretching myarms above me as he puts me into a kneeling position, my ass up in the air. His low groan of approval sounds almost pained as he runs his hands over the exposed flesh. Then, without warning, he gives me a sharp spank.
I jerk, squealing as my skin lights on fire, shocked by the sudden, stinging pain—and the rush of excitement that pools in my belly after. He does the same thing to my other ass cheek, and though I jolt with the second one, just like the first, my squeal comes out more like a moan of desire.
“You like that, don’t you,principessa?” Lucian teases, his hands sliding over the burning handprints as if to smooth away the pain. “You are so full of sin and hellfire.”
My stomach quivers as I feel the brush of his soft dress shirt sliding along my back, and Lucian’s low whisper is next to my ear as he covers me with his body.
“Another thing I love about you, Tatiana.”
Hearing the word love on Lucian’s lips does strange things to my nervous system, and I shudder as a tingling electricity crackles across my skin. Before I can catch my breath, I feel him lining up with my wet entrance, and he thrusts inside me from behind. One hand rests on the small of my back, keeping me arched against the bed, my hips back so I’m on full display. His other hand reaches around to play with my clit, and I sob as the pleasure grows so intense I can barely breathe.
“Maybe I’ll have to give you a proper spanking if you don’t want to work with me,” Lucian says, his light tone laced with a dark desire that makes my core throb.
I’m mortified by the realization that I might actually want to know what a “proper spanking” would be like from Lucian, but I know I’m not strong enough to hold out for that. I’m going to come again in no time at all, and with every orgasm, my ability to resist him grows more feeble. I don’t want to keep refusing him. Not when letting go feels sogood.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his thrusts growing more adamant as his fingers circle my clit mercilessly.
Zinging pleasure ripples up and down my spine, and I quiver as I strain against the ropes around my wrists as my body rocks into him. His cock slides in and out of me, creating a friction that makes my skin tingle and my walls tighten. My pussy lips are swollen with excitement, my core molten as I take him inside me again and again.
The threat of being tied to this bed all day suddenly feels more like a reward than anything—and when I stop thinking about my responsibilities, my obligations, my loyalties, it’s all too easy to savor this moment. I crave the desire Lucian draws out in me. I yearn for this ravenous hunger that only he seems to be able to satiate. It terrifies me to need him like I do, but right now, I would do just about anything to feel him come inside me—to come all over his thick, glorious cock.
“Come with me,tesoro,” Lucian rasps, and I can hear how close he is by the brittle tension in his voice.
When he says it like that, I can’t resist. My body obeys before I can even think to do otherwise, and as I topple into oblivion, a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. The heat of his release fills my body with molten satisfaction, the sensation of being so full it’s spilling out of me is a deep and carnal relief. And as he throbs inside me, my walls milk his cock, urging every last drop of his cum into my depths.
I breathe heavily as his rocking slows to a stop. My dress keeps my vision shuttered, which somehow intensifies the sound of his ragged pants, the feeling of his skin brushing against mine, the heat of his chest radiating warmth, like a welcoming fireplace, as he leans over me. And tingling relief floods my arms as he releases the knot on my restraints.
I moan as he eases out of my depths and roll onto my side, my body spent.
Lucian releases a low, tantalizing chuckle, and he pulls my dress back down around my shoulders, freeing my arms as he grants me the gift of sight.
“Nowwill you agree to a meeting?” he teases, his voice low and as soft as silk as his striking hazel eyes dance.
“Fine,” I groan, pulling my dress back down over my breasts and hips. “But you’re still a jerk.”
“I think last time you called me a dick,” he says, his smile growing.
“I’ve called you a lot more than that today.” I match his smirk with one of my own, savoring that smallest of victories.
But even that, Lucian takes with a grain of salt. Another low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he leans in to brush a kiss across my lips. Then he tucks his cock back into his pants and closes them before stalking from the room like he didn’t just fuck me into submission.
13
TATIANA
As the meeting is called to order, my men are rowdy and obstinate. None seem to notice that Lucian and I are standing at the head of the room, waiting for them to quit pushing and shoving, their boisterous Russian conversations filling the empty warehouse we’re using that’s barely big enough to fit all our men in one place.
Meanwhile, Lucian’s men are subdued and watchful, as if blatantly mistrustful of my men. I can’t say I blame them. We’re using one of my warehouses—a spot smack-dab in the center of my territory, which I chose both because of the size and because Lucian’s right—I prefer to antagonize him as much as possible. But it was also the only location that could accommodateallour men. And he’s the one who insisted that this meeting needed to include more than just our captains if we’re going to get the message across.
Tension courses through me as I stand upright, my back stiff and straight as I try to maintain a semblance of control. Dressed in a black power suit with a gold-beaded corset top, I went for confidence over comfort today with my hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“That’s enough. Quiet down,” I call in Russian, lifting my voice so it will carry through the crowded warehouse. It echoes off the rafters, ensuring even the men in the back can hear me clearly.
Several taunting Russian retorts come back to me—mumbled “Yes, Mother” and “Who died and put her in charge?”
My eyes narrow, and beside me, I feel Lucian tense as if he’s ready to step in and take control. But this is my show—my men—and I won’t let him prove that he knows how to command them better than I can.
