Page 48 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“If I fuck you,” I say, “and you dare come on my cock, I’ll make it so much worse for you, Princess. So much worse.” I pause over the entrance of her love and say, “I will spend the rest of this day fucking this tight little pussy. Still want it, baby?”

“More than anything,” she says.

I lean into her and grab her by the neck, squeezing the sides as I fuck her. Her eyes roll up as I squeeze her neck, choking her just enough for her to feel it, but not so much that she can’t breathe.

Her thighs lift up and I’m deeper inside her. She’s wrapped around my cock, her hips moving with mine. “Hold it, baby. Don’t you come,” I moan, but the words are more for me than her. She feels so fucking good…

I let her go and she arches her back under me. I pause, just long enough to untie her hands. They immediately wrap around my neck, her fingers in the nape of my hair.

I kiss her. It happens so naturally that I barely understand what’s happening. The taste of her full lips between mine, her tongue moving and twisting with mine. She digs her nails into my shoulders as I start to thrust harder.

And I’m falling, lost in her embrace as my cock goes deeper inside her. Her ankles lock across my back as she bites my lip.

I’m going to come. It’s inevitable. I moan into her mouth and I try to pull back. Her thighs stiffen around my waist, keeping me inside her.

“Let me come,” she moans. “Oh, Titus, please. I want to come with you. Let me come all over your dick, Daddy.”

Her pussy tightens around me and her eyes roll up again. Dear God, what has this woman done to me?

We come together… hard. She digs her nails deep into my back as I moan so loud, I’m sure I can be heard for miles around.

And we kiss again. The taste of her lips starts me up again and I’m fucking her slowly as she whispers my name over and over…

And I’m lost in her. Completely.

Last night,I had Sofia for hours. The sky outside her window was changing, signaling the coming dawn. The punishment I’d planned for her turned into something else… and I can’t reconcile it.

After the last time, I ran her a warm bath to soothe her body. While she bathed, I put on my clothes and left, locking the door behind me.

My sleep last night was restless. I don’t want to consider what it means, this change, but I have to acknowledge that there has been a change. In how I see her and how I feel about her. Whatever it is, it’s a problem and we’ll need to address it.

All I know right now as I get dressed for the day is that this little game of sex torture is done. I have to spend the rest of my time figuring out what’s next for her.

I leave my room and decide to wake Luka up and have breakfast with him. I need some perspective. Being with Luka helps me remember it.

I don’t take two steps before I’m stopped by one of my staff. “Mr. Malkin?”

I turn to see her standing on the landing before the staircase. “Yes?”

“Mr. Nikitin is here to see you?” she says. “He is insisting.”

Of course he is. I should have expected his appearance. “See to my guest, please. Make sure she gets up and dressed for the day.”

She nods and walks past me toward Sofia’s room. I go in the other direction toward the stairs.

Ignat stands in my living room, hands behind his back as he regards one of the paintings hanging there. “Ignat,” I say, and he turns.

“Titus,” he says. He’s not looking at me, a sure sign that he’s troubled about something. “Sorry to bother you so early… but it’s important.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I guess Cyril told you what happened yesterday.”

Ignat nods. “I’m hoping you’ll tell me that he was exaggerating. That what happened was just a misunderstanding.”

“Did his face look like an exaggeration?”

Ignat winces as if I’d struck him. “Dammit, Titus.”

“If you came here to lecture me about how you were right about her, I’m not in the mood.”