His Queen: Chapter 5

“Hummingbird, please open the door.” Nicoli’s fists pound into the hardwood.

He’s been begging to come in for the last twenty minutes.

“Open the door, now.”

“I told you I’ll only be ready to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“What? That’s ridiculous. Where am I supposed to sleep?”

I stretch my left arm and right leg out while balancing myself on the ball. “There are a dozen guestrooms in this house, Nicoli. Pick one.”

“I’m not spending a night without you, Hummingbird.”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you assaulted my Pilates instructor.”

“The man was touching you, and you were doing that frog pose thing that always gets me riled up. What was I supposed to do?”

“Be a grownup.”

“Besides, if he weren’t touching you, I’d still beat him up because of those damn pants he’s wearing.”

I still on the ball. “Nicoli!”

“Just open the fucking door, Mira.”

“No.”

“One way or the other, I’m getting inside this room.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Last time I checked, this is my bedroom.”

“It’s our bedroom.”

“Well, it was mine first.”

“What are you, twelve?”

“Mira, I swear to God, open the door, or I will break it down.”

I roll my eyes and stand, feeling the stretch in my arms as I raise them high above my head before sitting back down on the ball, making sure to keep my back straight. “I’d love to see you try,” I say with a smirk.

With one arm resting on top of the other in front of me, I carefully lift one foot off the floor, back down, then the other. But while trying to maintain balance on the ball, I realize something. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

I still and narrow my eyes, honing my senses as I try to listen for any sounds coming from the other side of the door. But it’s dead silent. And now I’m scared. One thing I’ve learned is that you never want Nicoli Del Rossa to be quiet because that usually means he’s up to something.

God, my husband is an actual child.

“Nicoli?”

Nothing.

“Are you still there?”

Silence.

“Nicoli?” I get up and move closer to the door. “You there?”

Okay. Either he’s on his way with a hammer and a wrench, or he’s phoning a locksmith. But then again, he’s good at kicking things—especially doors—so I stop short of reaching for the handle. “Nicoli? You better answer me if you’re there.”

Still nothing.

I unlock the door and turn the knob, but the second I open it just an inch, Nicoli jams his foot between the door and the frame. “You son of a—”

But there’s no use trying to push the door closed. Nicoli is already halfway inside the room.

“You are such an asshole!” I yell, stepping back.

“Be glad I didn’t break it down. Ten more seconds, I would have.”

I huff, blowing a stray hair out of my face and placing a hand on my hip. “You overstepped today, Nicoli.”

“Jean-Whatshisface can be glad he still has both his hands after touching you.”

“He was helping me with my stretches.”

“Bullshit.” He yanks off his suit jacket, tosses it on the couch, and removes the cufflinks, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves. “He was helping himself cop a feel.”

“You’re insane.”

“Isn’t Pilates supposed to help and improve cognitive function?”

“What does that have to do with our current situation?”

“You’ve been doing stretches for the last hour, yet your brain can’t see through Jean-Luc’s neon green spandex.”

“Yet, I have the mental capacity to see that you’re acting like a child.”

“At least my balls ain’t hanging out of my pants like Jean-fucking-Luc’s.”

“Grow up. Not everyone wants to fuck me, Nicoli,” I say, turning my back to him and grabbing my towel, wiping my face. “And even if half this country’s men wanted to have sex with me, I can promise you Jean-Luc isn’t one of them.”

“Of course he is.”

“He’s gay, Nicoli. There’s a better chance he’ll get a hard-on while touching you rather than me.”

He stares at me, deadpan. “I really don’t care what his sexual orientation is or what he chooses to shove his cock into, he has no right touching you when you’re half-naked, all sweaty, and exhaling.”

I cross my arms. “So, I’m not allowed to breathe, then?”

“No. You’re allowed to breathe. Jean-Luc, on the other hand, is not.”

My attention is suddenly drawn to the hard-on tenting his pants. I purse my lips and frown at him. “You’re turned on by us fighting.”

“Extremely.”

“You actually want to have sex right now?”

“Very much.” He takes a step closer to me, his eyes bright with anticipation.

I’m shaking my head at him, but there’s a small smile tugging on the corner of my lips.

“Whether we’re fighting or not, I’m always in the mood to fuck you, Hummingbird.”

My heart starts hammering in my chest, and I’m suddenly nervous and excited all at the same time. I can feel his warm breath on my face as he moves even closer. His lips hover just inches away from mine.

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting to kill a man who touched you. I’m not going to pretend I’m not a wild fucking animal when it comes to my wife. You are mine, and I won’t think twice about slitting a thousand throats to keep it that way.”

“There’s no need to slit throats, Nicoli. I’ll always be yours,” I say.

“Yes, well…I don’t like to leave anything to chance. Take off your clothes.”

I scoff. “What?”

“I’m sorry. Did I stutter? Take off. Your clothes.”

“What makes you think I want to have sex with you right now?”

His lip curls up at the corner, and I imagine it’s the way the devil would smirk when the human race would say we don’t like the rush of sinning. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m going to slide my finger between your legs, and if you’re not wet, I’ll walk away. But if I find your cunt drenched and ready for me, we’re fucking.”

“And here I thought you’d say something like if I’m not wet for you, you’ll spit on my pussy and fuck me anyway.”

The look in his eyes turns from daring to primal, and I gasp as he grabs my arm, twists me around, and pulls my back against his chest. “Well, that settles it, then. Whether you’re wet or not, we’re fucking. But something tells me my wife’s cunt is already making a mess.”

With a gentle sway of my hips, I brush my ass against his hard-on. He groans, and the sound has me parting my lips and inhaling sharply.

“I have a confession to make,” I start as Nicoli slides his hand painfully slow down my naked abs. “There’s this foolish part of me that—” he slips his hand into my tights, dipping a single finger through my slit “—um…oh, God—” his fingertip eases against my clit, and my legs start to shake.

“What’s your confession, Hummingbird?” he rasps.

“Um…” My eyes roll closed as I lean my head back against his chest. “I, uh…there’s a part of me that likes it when you get all…Jesus,” I moan as he increases the pressure on my clit.

“A part of you what?”

“A part of me likes it when you get all…possessive.”

I don’t have eyes on the side of my head, but I’m pretty sure I can feel him smile against my ear.

“You like it when I want to kill a man who touches you?”

“Not my finest quality.”

He reaches farther down, the tip of his finger prodding at my entrance. My body burns for him to slip a finger inside me, but he merely teases my sensitive flesh with soft, slow strokes.

“Were you really going to let me sleep in another bed?

“Definitely.”

He slicks a finger through my slit, and I know his finger is coated with my arousal. “And what would you have done if you woke up in the middle night, horny and wanting my cock?”

“We have a drawer full of toys. I’m sure I’d find something in there that can give me what I need.”

Abruptly, he pulls his hand from between my legs, grabbing my chin and forcing my head to the side in an awkward position so our eyes can meet. Fiery blue irises blaze with regal possession that penetrates my every bone.

“No goddamn toy will give you what you need. What you need is my cock. And if I ever find out that you got so horny and out of control you had to fuck a dildo instead of my dick, I will tie your ass to that bed, strap a wand to your thigh and have that shit work your clit until you’re right at that edge of euphoria, only to make it stop and leave you on that cusp of pleasure for fucking hours.”

Nothing in the tenor of his voice or his hardened stare gives me the sense that he’s remotely kidding right now.

I swallow hard, keeping my eyes on him with my head bent backward. “You said you liked it when I use toys.”

“When I’m there to watch. Don’t let me find out you use that shit without me.”

He lets go of my face, and I move my neck from side to side as I turn to face him. “What if you’re in a different country.”

“Then we’ll fucking FaceTime. Take off your top.” He moves to the chest of drawers, leans down, and opens the bottom drawer.

“What are you doing?”

“There are three things you need to do right now. Shut up. Strip. And do as I say.” He grabs one of the suction cup dildos, and my breath catches in my throat. As he stalks toward me, oozing sin from his every pore, I suck on my bottom lip, clenching my thighs because whenever Nicoli Del Rossa gets that glint in his eye, I know it will end with mind-blowing pleasure.

“I said strip.” The demand is there in his eyes. This man’s authority over me is bone-deep, never leaving room for question. Sparks of electricity dance across my skin as I pull the spandex top over my head, then slide the tights down my legs.

He’s watching me, his gaze following my every movement. I doubt I’ll ever get tired of how he looks at me when I undress. It’s like he’s seeing me naked for the very first time every time.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something primal stirs within me.

Strands of midnight hair fall over his eyes as he holds the dildo close to my mouth. “Lick it,” he demands, sending a shiver down to my core, his demand arousing me beyond belief.

With my eyes locked on his, I drag my tongue along the suction cup, making an erotic show of it, my mind a frenzy of racing thoughts. Then, with bated breath, I watch as he secures the dildo on my pink exercise ball, and I know exactly what he’s about to demand of me next.

“While I take my sweet time getting out of these clothes, you are going to slide your pussy over this rubber dick and fuck it.”

“What if it’s your cock I want?”

He reaches out and takes my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips against mine with a ghost of a kiss. “Oh, you’ll get my cock, baby girl. But first, I want to see you ride that ball.”

His full lips crash against mine, and he kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. It’s hard and unyielding, an outpouring of lust and affection sealed with his tongue against mine. A symphony of spice and bourbon blows from his mouth to mine, and I’m lapping at the taste of it. Savoring it. Getting drunk on it. Our mouths fight for dominance, our teeth clashing as we slip deeper into one another. I don’t realize we’re moving until he places his arms on my shoulders and severs our kiss. “Sit. Down.”

My heart is beating impossibly fast, my sex throbbing and body ignited. Blood pounds through my veins, filling my breasts and hardening my nipples. I love the way he dominates me, commands me, then fucks me like I’m his perfect little sex slave.

As he takes a step back, his gaze glued to my every move, I ease down, wrapping my palm around the toy, guiding it inside me until I’m fully seated, tightening my calves to keep my balance. I’m so wet, it slid right in, my body offering no resistance, welcoming the pressure between my thighs.

Nicoli’s lips part, his eyes hooded and dark with desire as we exchange an intimate connection while he watches the toy slide right into me. I get high every time he looks at me that way. Like the tether of his control is on the verge of snapping, and when it does, he’ll devour me until he’s had his fill…which is never.

“Move,” he demands simply and starts at the top button of the shirt, popping them open one by one. “Fuck yourself, baby. Show me how you do that.”

I rock my hips and feel it move inside me, the tip teasing along my core. I spread my legs just a little wider for him, and his eyes drop to where the toy slides into me like an invitation. I’m hyperaware of how it fills me, stretching me while I watch my husband undress, his eyes filled with promises of undiluted pleasure. Using my waist, I control the ball’s movement beneath me, gently rocking it from front to back. The added focus of keeping my balance, my core tight and posture straight, intensifies everything I feel, and I can’t stop myself from moving more.

“Pace yourself, Hummingbird,” Nicoli warns, unbuckling his belt. “You’re not allowed to come on that thing. Understood?”

I bite my bottom lip, palming my breast as I breathe a quick sigh. “What if I really, really want to come?”

His hard cock springs free as he drops his pants, the vein on his shaft thick and the tip glistening with precum, and I gulp as lust zaps up my body like lightning. He takes his length in his hand, giving it a few slow, rhythmic strokes, and I suck in a breath, watching his balls move against his ripped thighs while he moves toward me.

He stops in front of me, his hard cock inches from my face, and every instinct in me is screaming to take it into my mouth, feel the velvet-soft head against my tongue, the thick veins beating inside the shaft. I want to suck it until he growls with pleasure.

I lick the corner of my lips, and he smirks. “You want a taste, baby girl?”

I hum my reply, sucking air through my teeth as he gently guides the tip of his dick along my bottom lip. His familiar scent intoxicates my senses, the smell of sex clinging to his hard length as he continues to brush the velvet tip all around my mouth in unhurried circles.

Nicoli reaches out, gently weaving his fingers through my hair at the back of my head. I already know what’s going to happen. I’m anticipating it. Needing it. Craving it.

I lift my gaze to find his pinned on me, blue irises swimming with liquid heat, every inch of his face painted with lust. The sight skyrockets my own desire. It’s like fuel on a raging fire that threatens to burn me to ash.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, and I lick my lips as I ready myself for his taste. His body heat radiates into me, and I press my breasts against him, feeling the slickness of his sweat. With his hand in my hair, he guides me forward, slipping his cock into the wetness of my mouth, unhurried and controlled. I mirror his rhythm, slowly lapping my tongue around the tip, licking and loving the taste of his precum.

He groans, “Fuck, baby,” and a moan echoes out of me, loving the sound of desire in his thick voice.

“Hmmm,” he moans as I suck his cock gently, tracing my tongue along his length. Every inch of him is a map for my warm, wet tongue to explore. He leans his head back, the veins in his neck bulging as he strains to fuck my mouth deeper, his chest hard and abs roped with strength and chiseled beauty.

As his taste tingles on my tongue, I watch the effect I have on him. His body is rigid with pleasure, and it intensifies my desire. Unable to resist, I suck harder and rock my waist back and forth. The toy inside me moves with each motion, the ball bouncing to the rhythm. Every part of me thrums with pleasure, every nerve alive with sensation.

Abruptly, he tightens his hold on my hair and pulls his cock from my mouth. “I told you to keep still.”

“It’s a bit tricky to do that right now.” I shift forward, trying to take his cock back into my mouth, but he pulls away, folding his fingers around the base of his dick.

“Disobey me again, and I’ll come all over myself without giving you a single fucking drop.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“You want to test me right now, Hummingbird?”

No. Definitely not.

I shake my head.

“Good. Now, keep still. You only move when I make you.”

This time I nod, and with a swift thrust, his cock is in my mouth again, and desire flares inside me like it’s the Fourth of July.

“Eyes on me, Hummingbird,” he demands, and I lift my gaze while sucking him, desperately trying to keep myself from moving.

But this time, he doesn’t go slow. Instead, his thrusts go deeper into the back of my throat, his hand gripping my hair, controlling me. Harder, faster, he pumps into my mouth, and as he forces me to take him deeper by pushing my head forward, it causes the ball to move beneath me. It’s exquisite, feeling the toy inside me while I have a cock in my mouth. It reminds me of the night we spent with Rome, Nicoli fucking me while I sucked Rome’s dick. It was so fucking good how they consumed me when they both fucked me. I’ve never experienced anything like it, the fullness, the exquisite stretch, feeling both their cocks slip in and out of me. God, I want to feel that again.

Nicoli places his fingers beneath my chin, lifting my face, his cock slipping out of my mouth. “Where are you, Hummingbird?”

I lick at the spit in the corners of my mouth. “Here. I’m here.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Dammit. Sometimes I hate how well he knows me.

I clear my throat, the dildo still secure inside me. “I was just thinking about the night we spent with—”

“Rome?”

“Yeah.”

His hand drops to my breast, his fingers gently teasing my nipple, sending shockwaves through my core, my pussy aching and back arching.

“That was a one-time deal, Mira. I barely made it through it without killing my cousin. I won’t share you again.”

“I know. And I don’t want you to.”

Something flashes in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving. “You trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“You like having that rubber cock in your pussy?”

“Not as much as I love having your cock inside me.”

“Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up, now.” He grabs my arms and hoists me to my feet, the sex toy slipping out of me.

“Nicoli, what are you—”

“Get on the ball, on your stomach, and slide the rubber dick into you.”

“What?”

“Just do it, Mira.”

I ease down, my stomach on the ball just as he said, moaning as the dildo slides into me—it’s deeper than before—and place my palms securely on the bedroom floor, rocking back and forth, already loving it.

I watch as he grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer. Oh, we’re about to play.

“Bet you appreciate Jean-Luc’s Pilates classes now, don’t you, Mr. Del Rossa?”

“If you want my dick soft and flaccid, say that fucker’s name again.”

I seal my lips.

My abs tighten as I balance myself, and I moan out loud when Nicoli drags a lubed finger up and down my ass, pressing gently against the puckered hole. I spread my thighs farther apart, as much as I can without losing my balance.

“You like it when I tease your ass.”

“Hmm-mmm.”

His fingertip glides against my sensitive folds where the toy enters me, and I’m about to explode with sensation. I’m already panting when he places both hands on my hips, easing them down my outer thighs. “This is a first for me, fucking on an exercise ball,” he starts, and the tip of his cock nudges at my back entrance. “Push your ass out for me, Hummingbird.”

A whimper escapes me when I lift my hips as much as I can, and Nicoli sinks into me with one swift, smooth motion.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, and he hooks his arms around my legs, lifting them. My body is filled to the brim, and I can feel every inch of Nicoli in my ass and the toy in my pussy that’s leaking juices down my thighs.

“That’s my baby girl, taking it all inside your greedy little body.” He eases out and slides back into me, giving me time to adjust. I’m nothing but sensation and pleasure; every muscle is pulled taut while shivers move through me.

His slow thrusts start to quicken. The sound of his labored breaths weave with my moans as he starts to fuck me, the ball beneath me bouncing to his rhythm. There isn’t a single place on my body I can focus on because he’s everywhere. It’s like he’s touching me all over, all at once. Electricity dances on my skin, the energy in my blood tickling like static through every bone.

“Jesus, your ass is so tight.” His fingers bite into my thighs to keep me right where he wants me. I can feel the ball underneath us shifting with our every move, pushing the dildo in and out of my pussy as he thrusts deep into my ass.

Before long, my arms start to tremble from the strain of keeping myself balanced, and I know I won’t be able to hold myself up for long. “Nicoli,” I start to plead, but he already knows what I want, what I need, and starts pounding into me, filling my ass with every inch of him while the ball bounces beneath me, rocking the dildo in and out of my pussy.

“You want to come?”

“God, yes.”

“You know how I like it, baby girl.”

I do. I know how he loves it when I scream for him.

My core tightens, and my insides twist as I squeeze my thighs, pleasure building all the way from my toes up my legs until it explodes in my blood, every muscle in my body starting to quiver.

“Oh, God,” I cry, followed by screaming out his name as the climax rips through me, crashing against every bone until I’m nothing but shivers of pure ecstasy.

I’m still trapped in the high when Nicoli abruptly pulls out of me, shooting his hot cum on my back. His guttural groans are a filthy melody to me, and I’m pretty sure if he has to touch me between my legs while I’m listening to him come, I’ll orgasm again.

My arms give way beneath me, but he grabs my waist and heaves me off the ball before I get a chance to fall.

“Fuck,” he curses as we collapse on the floor, his breaths coming out in labored exhales. For the longest time, we simply lie there, basking in ecstasy, our bodies sweaty and sticky. Numb and exhilarated.

“That was…” I start, but I can’t find the words to describe it.

“Yeah. I know.”

I smile, loving that he gets me without me saying it.

“You okay?” he asks, tightening his arms around me. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Nicoli?”

“Yeah?”

I lift myself so I can look at him. “I have to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

I’m sucking on my bottom lip before I say, “Years ago, when you and Paula were dating—”

“Jesus, Hummingbird,” he sighs.

“No. Listen.” I press myself up on my elbows so our eyes can meet. “I once overheard a conversation you had with Caelian.”

His brows furrow. “That can’t be good. Two teenage boys talking.”

“I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but you were telling Caelian how Paula was into…bloodplay.”

Nicoli visibly stiffens, his muscles beneath me going rigid.

“Are you…into it?” I swallow. “Into bloodplay?”

“Where is this coming from?”

“I just…I want to know.”

He slips out from under me and stands, pulling on his pants. “Do we really need to talk about Paula?”

“We’re not talking about her. We’re talking about you…and what you want.”

“I have everything I want.”

I get up off the floor and grab one of my robes, slipping it on. “You gave me what I wanted that night with Rome. And I want to give you what you want.”

“You are giving me what I want.” He pulls a hand roughly through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. “Seriously, Mirabella. Can we not talk about this?”

“Why? You afraid to admit it? Did you enjoy it, Nicoli?” I push. “Did you enjoy making Paula bleed for you?”

“Yes!” he blurts. “Yes, okay. I liked it. Bloodplay turns me on, but that is of no consequence to us.”

“How can you say that? It’s important for me that you get what you need from our relationship. And if you’re into that, I’m willing to try it.”

“No!” he snaps, and I take a step back when sheer anger darkens the shade of his irises. “We won’t ever do that shit. Get it out of your head and forget it.”

“Why? Why can’t we—”

“Because I will not hurt you, Mirabella!” he growls, his eyes blazing with authority. “I will not…hurt you.”