Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen

Chapter 305 - Wicked Plan (2)

Warning: smut content

I'm not sure how to proceed. I was so full of energy and wicked intentions... Where have they gone?

Oh, but if I give up now, it will all be for nothing. And Alexander would forgive me and forget his grudge.

I look at him, tied and blindfolded. Maybe, this wasn't such a wise idea.

But his expression is so relaxed when I caress his face. The ropes don't suit him, but the blindfold does. And it has the bright side that it doesn't let him see my body.

?Thea, whatever you do, just remember that I will free myself,? he whispers.

Oh, well, he can free himself now. The knots aren't that tight, and the scarves can be broken. He's allowing me to do this.

?Alexander, you better keep your words for later. Now, you're mine,? I reply, bold like a madman.

?I always am, my dear.?

Oh, should I find some time to be moved by his words? No. Better get it over with and proceed with the second, more promising part.

I scratch his chest, and he moans in a complaint.

?Are you going to hit me, now?? he rebukes, his lips curled in a pout.

?No.? I just wanted to remind him in which situation we're in and what his role is supposed to be.

I reach out for his left hand, still gloved.

?Why don't you ever take this off?? I wonder. I remove it for him, exposing the scar he made when he protected me... so much time ago.

It looks like a permanent sign.

I bow down and peck the part of the skin that is scarred.

?Thea, you don't have to look at it. It's ugly.?

?No, it's not. It makes me realise how brave and strong of a husband I have,? I whisper to his ear. Then, I pull his hair and force his face up towards me. ?It makes me want to flatter him till deafness.?

?Is that so?? he chuckles. ?I didn't want to make you feel uneasy. That's why I covered it...?

?Please, don't do so. Remind me of how you protected me every time you can.?

?You're so difficult, sometimes.?

?But you love difficult,? I mumble. ?You wouldn't have done all you've done if you wanted something simple.?

?Let's talk about it while looking each other in the eyes,? he proposes, but he doesn't start getting free. He still waits for me to choose.

?No,? I say. ?I first want to do this. Then, we can talk about it.?

?Then, do something. I can't stay like this forever, wife!?

?Something??

?Kiss me,? he orders, and I bow down and fulfil his request.

I was supposed to be the one in charge, but whatever.

?Now, if you want to torture me, please hurry up,? he continues. ?I won't stay like this for long...?

?Oh, no,? I reply. ?I won't leave you tied forever. Just the time to fulfil what crossed my mind.?

?Which is??

I've tied and blindfolded him.

My fantasies are already over. And they're pretty much disappointing.

?Now, I have fun,? I whisper. ?And you will, too. In a certain sense...?

I draw circles on his chest and shoulders, using only my nails. This time, I don't hurt him. I just observe his shivers and realise that I can watch his pleasure from this close if I'm this unaffected.

I want to make him beg for me! That should be thrilling!

And it will make him take revenge...

I peck his skin and move lower on his abs. I leave a wet trace and reach his member. I've learnt how to do this, so I know how long to insist to make him pant in need but not release.

I twirl my tongue around the tip and use my hand to clench the balls. As always, he moans and moves his head back.

This is the signal that I was waiting for. I back off, and an annoyed sigh reaches my ears.

?Thea...? he murmurs. His hands are clenching the headrest. Not the ropes because they would break if he pulled them. ?You're being so cruel right now.?

?I know,? I chuckle, returning back to the position of before. I straddle and let him sense how close I am. ?I'm so cruel that you can't help but let me do.?

?I let you do because you asked me nicely,? he points out.

?Because you're getting something out of it!?

?Oh, you don't even know...?

?Tell me you want me,? I require, leaning on him and letting him imagine my shapes. He can't touch me, but he knows me well enough to envision my body rubbing on him.

?I didn't think it was such a secret,? he chuckles. ?It's quite obvious, wife.?

?Tell me,? I repeat. He's playing hard to get, now? What a shameless husband.

He moves his hips, pressing his hardness on me from below.

?Isn't this a clear enough signal??

Oh, it damn is.

?Say it.?

?You're so insistent, wife.?

Insistent, me?

He moves his hips, rubbing himself in my secret place. A moan escapes my lips, but I pretend to be unmoved.

?Say it,? I repeat. This time, my voice is broken and shaking. But I won't give up before him. ?Say it, now.?

?What if I don't??

I stand on my knees, putting enough distance to avoid skin contact.

?Think about the benefits, hubby. What will happen if you do say it??

?Ah, you manipulative wife!?

?You like it, don't lie.?

?All right, then,? he surrenders. ?I want you. And now? Are you going to torture me any further??

?No,? I sigh. I return down and finally accept him inside.

I rock my hips, and he sighs. Just a sigh?

No, I want to hear more!

I move slowly, letting him sense every single motion. Then, I remember part of what the prostitutes told me in Polis.

I clench my muscles down there, and Alexander sighs again.

?Thea,? he moans.

Oh, I should have trained this before. Now, I'm not sure if I'm doing it correctly. Whatever... I don't think anyone will get hurt if I overdo it...

I continue to move, keeping the rhythm slow but paced. I contract and release the muscles, looking for the perfect combinations of motion and contraction, until I find when to clench and when to release.

I'm too focused on this, so much that it feels like an exercise rather than bed activities. I don't feel the usual dizziness and loss of any control. But it's not so bad.

I can see Alexander's chest moving with his breathing. A few drops of sweat running down his forehead... Oh, my...

I lick one of them and taste the salt.

?You, Thea...? he repeats.

?Something wrong??

?Nothing wrong, but...? he sighs.

Since he's so well-behaved, I reward him. I move faster, and he sighs in relief. This is better, isn't it?

Also, my belly is crossed by the usual warmth. It's still not enough to make me scream and forget about everything, but it's pleasant. It reminds me of our first times.

I blow on his neck and smile at the shivers.

?Move faster, wife,? he says, and I do obey.

I forget, for a moment, that I was supposed to make the decisions. It's too late now, since I'm already focusing on Alexander's reactions.

He hasn't yet lost control. But he's so close to that...

I can feel he's liking this, even if in such a different position from his usual.

When he's close to the end, I slow down.

?Thea,? he scolds me, but he's so taken into the act... Under my control.

I think this is enough for today.

I stop thinking about teasing, about control, about anything else. All I do is find a pace to Alexander's liking and bring him to the limit once again. This time, he doesn't let me slow down.

His left hand is the first to get free from the ropes. The right one stays attached to the headrest while the other reaches my buttock and pulls me on him. His mouth finds my shoulder, and he bites me.

Without further games, his pleasure explodes.

He groans against my neck, and his breath tells me well enough that I've succeeded. His hand sinks in my bottom so much that I'll probably have a couple of bruises where his fingers pressed the most.

I let him release all the pleasure before slowing down and finally stopping moving. I won't reach my peak like this, and it's fine.

In some way, I wasn't looking for that. It's enough that I've witnessed my hubby's reaction.

?Thea,? he sighs. ?Can I take this stuff off me, now??

?Just the ropes,? I murmur. I have to find some clothes before letting him look at me.

He sighs and waits for me to undo the ropes.

?I think you're a bit of a hypocrite, wife,? he says. ?You have double standards!?

Yet, he lets me untie the knots and free him at my own pace. He could get free on his own, but he has enough patience to cope with my clumsy fingers.