Claimed

18. Beg

Chapter eighteen

Beg

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I reached down to his belt buckle.

His gaze remained locked onto mine, igniting a searing lusty flame that threatened to consume me. My entire body burned with a blazing heat.

I forced myself to steady my trembling hands as I reached down, undid the top button, and unzipped his pants.

Another dark growl left him.

It was a raw, guttural noise that seemed to come from a place deep within him.

The sound echoed through the space with primal intensity.

My heart skipped a beat.

Had my eyes been closed, I would have thought it was some hungry wild animal in front of me, ready to rip me apart.

To devour me.

I almost stepped back from Gianni.

Instead, I kept my hands on his unzipped pants.

The air around us crackled.

I looked at him. “You need to calm down.”

“I need to calm down. . .” His eyes darkened. His pupils dilated with heat. And then he curled his lips into this animalistic snarl. “Is that right, Princess?”

“Yes. You’re scaring me.”

“You should be scared.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Do you want me to take your cock out or not?”

“You don’t have any other option.”

“That’s pretty bold to say being that you are the one in chains.”

“Princess, I didn’t get to the top of my empire by being anything but fucking bold.”

I slid my fingers along the layers of tattooed muscle on his stomach. The contours of that six-pack were so sharp and chiseled. Heat radiated off his skin.

I was finding that touching his body was my new favorite addiction. “You must have been quite bold to get all your power, but. . .”

“But?”

“Empire or not, you're still chained to the wall.”

The corners of his mouth lifted into an evil grin, “Chains are just temporary accessories, Princess. Tomorrow I won’t be in them and. . .”

I quirked my brows. “And?”

“The Devil always remembers.”

My heart fluttered.

Was I scared?

Yes.

But not of him.

Not really.

I was scared of myself, of the way my body responded to Gianni despite the circumstances, despite the rough chains clinking against the wall each time he moved.

Despite my knowing what he had done to the other woman’s pelvis.

I traced more of his abs.

He shuddered.

Then, I dove my hands down into those pants and grabbed that huge, fat cock.

His breath hitched.

And I loved the feel of his cock.

Hard.

Hot.

Throbbing.

“Fuck, Princess.” He let his head fall back against the wall, revealing the line of his throat and how his pulse was beating fiercely at its base.

I wrapped my fingers around that thick, pulsating cock, and this electrifying surge of power coursed through my whole body. I mean I just felt so. . .damn powerful.

I had the Devil’s cock in my hand and all he could do was deal with it.

I swore I could feel the heaviness of his erotic desire pressing hard against me, and I couldn’t help but revel in the control I had over him.

It was all wicked satisfaction.

Now who’s in charge?

His vulnerability, chained and restrained as he was, gave me an unexpected sense of dominance.

He kept his view to the ceiling as he licked his lips. “Stroke it.”

I curved my mouth into a naughty smirk. “Beg for it.”

That damn sure got his attention.

He snapped that chin down and stared at me. “What did you say, Princess?”

“I said. . .” I swallowed. “Beg for it.”

His gaze flickered with challenge and then it hardened again. It was clear that he was not used to such defiance. “I’ve never had to beg for anything.”

Feeling bolder, I declared, “But, you will beg for this.”

He licked those lips and then tugged at those damned chains super hard, trying to yank them out of the wall. The cold metal clattered and banged. More pieces of concrete fell.

“Stop it.”

He sneered.

“There's a first time for everything.” I tightened my hold on his cock.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment I thought I had pushed him too far. But then a slow, sensual smile spread across his face as he looked me up and down with newfound appreciation. “Enjoy this, Princess.”

“Maybe, you should call me Queen right now.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I will always call you Queen, just outside of the bedroom.”

Slowly, I slipped my hand down to the tip of his cock and gazed down. It looked different from earlier tonight. Now the tip was flushed with a deep shade of red as if he was about to explode from not having an orgasm.

As soon as I brushed my fingers along the mushroomed ridge, more pre-cum spilled out of it—all translucent white and dripping. My fingers went slick and sticky from the liquid as it coated them.

“Are you enjoying this power that you have over me tonight?”

Still captivated by his cock, I gathered more of that pre-cum. “I am.”

“Remember this.”

“ You remember this.” I lifted my sticky, dripping fingers to my mouth, looked at him, and then licked those fingers.

He widened his eyes, and while I thought the earlier growl sounded like some ferocious animal, the one that left him this time, vibrated through every cell in my body.

His gaze narrowed onto my mouth, onto the slick saliva and pre-cum covering my fingers.

Those green eyes turned feral.

It was all fire and lusty rage in those pupils.

“I may be inexperienced, but I’m learning.” I slid those fingers back down to his cock, and again began to stroke it.

“Yes, you are. . .” His voice sounded raw and strained like he could barely talk due to what I was doing to him.

His eyes never left mine, as I began stroking him with that sticky wet hand.

He groaned.

Then, I stopped.

He sneered.

“Beg.”

His grip on the chains tightened as he fought for control.

Another primal growl tore from his throat.

But he did not beg.

“Must you be so stubborn, Gianni?”

He glared at me. “The problem is. . .”

I eyed him.

“I don’t know how to beg, Princess.”

“Well, you will learn today.”

That wicked chuckle left him like he was imagining what he would do to me once he was out of those chains, and I knew that while he wouldn’t shatter my pelvis. . .I might have some difficulty walking the next morning.

Should I stop? No. It feels so good to be in control after everybody bossing me around tonight.

“Hmmm.” I thought about the last blow job porno I’d watched. The moment replayed in my mind—a woman with dark hair and heavy makeup, spitting on a man’s erect penis before beginning to pleasure him. “Okay. That could work.”

He studied me. “What could work?”

Without hesitation, I put my view back on Gianni’s big cock and angled it towards me.

Here we go. Hope I don’t look crazy.

I spat on him, my lips pursing as I released a steady stream of saliva onto that glistening tip, my tongue flicking out to spread the moisture evenly. The scent of musk filled the air as I continued to coat his cock with my warm saliva, and my cheeks hollowed with each forceful exhale.

His swollen cock was now more than wet it was dripping with my thick droplets of saliva and his pre-cum.

It all seemed perfect enough for being stroked.

But when I looked up, the expression on his face terrified me so much I let go of his cock and stepped back.

His eyes were wild.

Dangerous.

They looked at me like a ravenous hungry lion would gaze at its helpless prey.

I watched as he bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to suppress any further sound. His muscles strained against his smooth skin, and a sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead.

Each breath he took was heavy and labored, making his chest rapidly rise and fall.

And then he returned to trying to break out of those chains.

Oh shit.

Suddenly, he lunged forward as far as the chains would allow him and began slamming his fists forward. His muscles bulged and strained against his skin. The violent clink and rattle of chains came out louder and the whole time his gaze never strayed from mine.

Cracks appeared around the hooks in the wall, telling me that if he truly stayed dedicated to yanking them out, he could very well do it.

Jesus. How strong is he?

He was a man on the edge, a man pushed to his very limits.

I stood there with my heart pounding and my body shaking in terror.

But despite the fear coursing through me, I held onto my newfound power.

Swallowing, I tried to meet his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “Stop it.”

Like some imprisoned psycho, he twisted his face with a growl, and he jerked against his chains once more.

The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed around the room.

The cracks in the wall widened, and now dust floated down from the ceiling.

Holy fuck. Get him to stop.

“Daddy. . .” My fingers trembled as they reached for the knot of my robe's tie. The silk fabric slipped between them.

He paused from trying to escape, and his eyes followed my movements.

Okay that’s good.

Taking a deep breath, I unraveled the tie and then let the robe fall away. The smooth texture glided over my skin.

He licked his lips as his gaze slipped over every inch of my naked body.

The robe lay on the floor.

I swallowed and slowly walked over to him.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto his bare chest. His green eyes flashed in the dim light, and they were completely feral. “Most women would have run by now.”

“I’m not most women, I’m your wife.” My heart hammered in my chest. I got right back in front of him, leaving barely three inches between us.

He put his view on my stiff nipples.

“You know what I want?”

He groaned.

“I want you to beg.”

His muscles strained against those chains once more, but this time he did not pull away from them.

He lifted his view back to my face. “Perhaps, you should rule my empire.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you sure know how to torture someone, and you damned sure know how to get what you want.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging to me.”

He bared his teeth.

I closed the inches of space between us and pressed my bare breasts against his chest.

Groaning, he leaned down to kiss me and it was pure pleasure, so hot and demanding.

God, I want him to fuck me.

I raised my hands and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.

He leaned an inch away from my lips. “You're playing with fire, Princess.”

“Consider me a pyromaniac then.”

His lips twitched into a sinful grin. “Get on your knees.”

“Beg me to do it.”

“If I beg you today, tomorrow that pussy will hurt.”

“Just don’t shatter it.”

His lips twitched. “I would shoot myself in the head, first.”

“Then, beg.”

To my shock, he placed his mouth close to my face and licked my cheek, giving it this long lap. Then, he whispered, “Please.”

I chuckled. “You think just saying please is begging?”

“For me it is.”

“But, you will have to say please a lot in our marriage.”

“Is that what you think, Princess?”

“Happy wife, happy life.”

He gazed back down at my breasts. “I’m starting to see that.”

I removed my hold and stepped back from him. “Beg.”

We locked gazes again.

It was a thrilling, silent battle.

“You truly are something else,” he murmured, “No one has ever spoken to me that way.”

“Good.” I was no longer just a passive participant in our new marriage; I was the one holding the reins, commanding the situation with a newfound assertiveness.

And then, he steadied his voice and spoke, “Please. . .Queen.”

I smirked.

“I beg of you. With every cell in my heart, mind, and soul, to please, get on your knees, lovely, smart queen, and please open your perfect mouth, Queen and. . .with all respect and all the love, please put my cock deep in your mouth.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Hmmm.”

He sneered. “Hmmm? That’s your answer.”

“Tell me I’m the boss.”

Instead of deepening that sneer, a smile played on his wicked lips. “You are the boss, Princess.”

“Queen.”

He sneered a little and then murmured, “Queen.”

“Who’s in control?”

“Goddamn it!”

“Gianni.”

He groaned. “You.”

“And do you like when your queen is in control?”

“Do you not see my cock? It’s about to fucking detonate.”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes. . .Queen.”

I curved my lips into a big smile. “Now was that so bad?”

He grumbled.

“And what have we learned from all this?” I closed the distance between us and brushed my fingers against the cold metal of his chains. His eyes followed my hand's movement and then slowly met mine.

He scowled. “We've learned that the queen does not understand mercy.”

“Or perhaps we've learned that sometimes the king needs to know his place.”

His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by my bold statement. “This is going to be quite a marriage.”

“It is.”

“Now get on your knees and suck me off, Princess.”

I frowned.

“Pretty please.”