There are a couple of unfinished rooms upstairs that we haven’t decided what will be used for. Guest bedroom, probably. Maybe a library, or another office. I’ve spent weeks trying to seem innocent and oblivious, focused on work, and not at all like I’ve used every moment she’s not in this house to build a room that exists for one reason, and one reason only.
You guessed it…a play room.
Bridget is a very adventurous…promiscuous…sexually driven deviant. An amazing, infuriating creature. Of course, she’ll love this. And she’ll,for damn certain, get entertainment and my money’s worth of pleasure outta this room of absolute fuckery…but that’s not what’s special about it.
I led her up the stairs, down the hall, and stopped her in front of the door, handing her a small, red leather box. She looked like she was about to throw up.
“Umm…what—isthis?” I smiled and took my glasses off.
“Open it.”
“Declan, I—you know how much I love you, I just…I dunno if—”
“Bridget…open it. Just trust me.”
Her breath stuttered, and the pad of her thumb slid over the box, terrified to open it…and I get it. I really do. I know she’s not ready for that kind of commitment right now. Which is why this will end up so much better. Not only will it solidify the notion that I’m in tune with what she needs…it’ll also keep her confidence steady for whatever comes next. She made hugemoves this year. I need her to understand that I’m right behind her for all of them, and that sheiswho I think she is. The box clicked open and her brows knotted.
“It’s…it’s a key,” she smiled. “How mysterious.”
I smiled like a slick git. “Maybe you should try it out on this heredoor.” She slid it into the knob and turned it. The door clicked open. “Lights will turn on when you walk inside.”
She looked equal parts intrigued, and terrified. I followed her in, closing the door and locking it behind me…and the dim lights came to life. Bridget gasped, her mouth dropping open when her eyes fell to the center of the room. It couldn’t have gone better. There’sa lot…to look at. A suspended red leather bed hangs from chains in the ceiling in one corner. That wall is white tile with red handprints smeared across it for her psychotic taste. In another corner, I painted the wall black and bought every realistic tree I could find to recreate Witherle Woods…in case she’s a bad girl, and Batman needs to teach her a lesson. One corner is built as close as I could get to my old room, where she first came to me and changed my entire life. The rest of the room houses every kinky toy one could possibly think of, complete with a swing, suspended cuffs and a St. Andrews cross…for a different kind of religion.
But in the middle of the room…
“Every queen needs one,” I breathed, reaching around her and working my way down the buttons of her blouse. I ran my tongue up the shell of her ear and took it between my teeth as I slid the material down her shoulders.
“This is…fucking unreal. Are you kidding?”
I slipped her black leggings down, helping her step out of them and led her to the custom-built throne I had made for her. Burnished and distressed, gold flaked and spattered with dark red paint to resemble the blood that she took for her name. Red velvet upholstery in the same color as her favorite lipstick. Iturned her to face me, kissing her while I backed her up against the throne…and lowered her down into it, dropping to my knees, and pulling my shirt over my head.
“I’m at your mercy, Bridget Byrne. I want you to know that. If you want the truth, I’ve been at your mercy ever since you found me in a crowded room full of better opportunity.”
“Dec…”
I pulled her red heel to rest on my bare chest and kissed her smooth pale skin from her knee to her ankle, slipping her shoe off. “You didn’t have to choose me, lass. Even if I wasn’t your first choice…I hope I’m the last. But I need you to know that I’m always gonna be loyal to you, no matter what our future holds. I’ll be your lap dog. I’ll be your pawn; I’ll be your knight. I’ll be your doormat. Your nerd, your tech guy. I’ll be your fuckingacolyte, Bridget.A disciple. Whatever it takes to make me worthy.” I kissed her foot, switching legs and doing the same to the other before working my way up to cower between her thighs.
She stopped me.
Please tell me I wasn’t just the most over-eager son of a fuckin’—
“Stand up. Take your hair down.” I did, slowly…and I dunno why I felt like my heart would fucking concave. “Take your pants off and bring them to me.” I kept my eyes on her, doing as she asked, and she slowly spread her legs, showing a peek of that perfect pussy underneath red lace. God, she looks good in that chair. One could say…it was made for her. My prick stood proud as I inched forward, offering her my clothes. She took ‘em…and tossed them to the floor.
Those blood-red fingernails scraped across my thighs, skating over my ass and digging into my flesh as she forced me forward and took my cock into her mouth. There’s a lot Bridget does well, especially when it comes to buggering. But this? This,she makes an art of. Some part of me feels like I should keep my hands to myself, but…I’m finding it difficult. She hummed as her head bobbed, sending jolts of ecstasy through me, and I groaned…my head slowly falling back as my eyes closed. The head of my dick made a sound pop when it left her mouth, and she slowly stood until she was chest to chest with me.
“You’re wrong, you know. About afewthings.”
“Am I?Educate me, Little Doe.”
She dragged her nails up my sides and kissed over my chest, biting down over spots and I hissed. “There was never a better opportunity, Declan. It was always you, even if I never wanted to admit it. And every queen doesn’t need a throne.”
“No?” I whispered, losing my mind in pleasure and pain.
“You know what she does need?”
My chest rose and fell, quicker and more shallow, now.“Tell me…”
She walked around me, turning me and I startled a bit when she shoved me down into the chair. “A king.”
