Page 29 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

She takes a bite from the sandwich, then motions to the door. “The boy in the room in the other hall. Who is he?”

I don’t answer her. Hot rage pulses in my chest as she sits there eating her food.

“I don’t know why,” she goes on through a mouthful of food, “but I didn’t peg you for the type of guy who snatches kids. I’ve got to assume that this is some sort of ransom situation. So, what’s the deal with his parents? They owe you money or?—”

“He is my son,” I tell her. “And I would advise you to stop talking about him immediately.”

She stares at me, her sapphire eyes widening slightly. “Sorry.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Sir,” she adds.

“How do you even know about him?”

She sets down her sandwich and wipes her hands on her pants. “I heard him crying last night,” she says. “So, if he’s your son, why did you lock him up?”

I step up to her, getting in her face. “You don’t ask me about him,” I growl. “Ever. Do you understand me?”

She freezes, her eyes as large as saucers. For a second, she says nothing.

“Sofia—”

“I understand, Sir,” she answers softly.

“Good.” I walk away from her. “Finish your breakfast. When I come back, we’re going to handle that mouth of yours.”

And with that I leave.

This morning’ssession with Sofia was rough. For her punishment, I tied a ball gag around her mouth and bound her to the bed while I fucked her hard from behind. The whole while, I eyed her untouched asshole and heard her begging me not to fuck it in our last session. I could have crossed that line, but I didn’t. I’m saving that for bigger punishments, should she decide to insult me again.

Her moans from behind her gag were so shuddery and rough as she came, her toes curling up as I slapped her ass until her skinglowed hot and red under my palm. The whole time, her body responded with excitement. She practically soaked the sheets with her juices.

It was… hot. Much hotter than I was expecting. Fucking her this time was so good that I forgot all about restraining her from coming. Instead, I found myself watching with wonder as her legs lifted up and spread apart and her back arched as she leaned into my thrusts.

The plan went out the window the moment I came with her. The fault is mine on that front. I’ve got to learn not to let my anger get the better of me when I fuck her. Or maybe I should think of ways to be more vicious. I don’t know.

I’ve been thinking about it all morning as I sit in my office. Try as I might to imagine this arrangement as punishment… I’m afraid I might be enjoying it in a way that I wasn’t expecting to.

I hear my doorbell ring and I’m snapped out of the memory. The problem of Sofia will have to wait. I’ve got more important plans today.

I open the door and let Ignat in. “You’re early,” I tell him as he walks into the foyer. We both walk into the living room and sit down. “I just put a pot of coffee on, if you’re interested.”

“No, sir,” he says. “I’m fine, thank you.” He pauses as I take my seat opposite him. I see him glance casually at the stairs leading up to the second floor. “How… how goes things around here?”

I cock my head at him. “That’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one. Why don’t you just ask what you really want to ask?”

He clears his throat. “It’s really none of my business, sir.”

“Door’s already open. Might as well walk through.”

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably. “I was wondering about your prisoner of war, sir. I… assume she’s still alive.”

“Very much so,” I say, then it hits me why he’s asking. “Don’t tell me you’re still concerned about how this looks to the brotherhood?”

“You took her from the warehouse,” he says, “without any word to anyone about where you’ve taken her. The assumption going around is that you’ve already killed her, but since there’s been no confirmation?—”

“So, tell everyone the truth. I don’t mind. I’m holding the daughter of the Pakhan of the former Penza Bratva as my own personal sex slave. That should shut everyone up.”