She’s My Queen

23. More special moments

23

MORE SPECIAL MOMENTS

CRISTINA

E very first Friday of the month, Josefa arrives at the fresh market with her catch of the day. Daddy used to buy it and send it over to the restaurant at the hotel. I’d prepare it, and my dad and I would have lunch together.

When I saw Josefa today, I almost turned around and went back home, but I ended up buying from her in the end. Maybe I bought the fish because she asked if I would or maybe I did because I miss the old Friday routine.

In the west wing, I walk into my bedroom and rinse my hands, even though I wore gloves while cleaning the fish. I undress and put on my bathing suit, then grab a towel and go for a swim in our pool.

We used to have staff, but after Daddy died, Mom took care of the pool. Since she’s gone on Severio’s errands, the pool hasn’t been cleaned. I stand by the edge and stare at the leaves and debris for a while, trying to recall where the cleaning equipment might be. The closet near the basement under the stairs?

I’m heading that way when Severio steps into the courtyard.

I turn back.

“You can’t possibly think this silent treatment and avoidance is going to work with me.”

“I don’t think that, and I’m not avoiding you.”

“Then what is this?” he asks.

I turn and walk up to him, craning my neck because he’s so tall and I’m so short. Momentarily, I’m stunned by the reflection of the blue water in his already clear blue eyes.

“If I’m not your girlfriend, I’m not going to be your fuck toy either.”

He cups my face. “You can’t be a fuck toy if we’re not fucking.”

His touch feels good. I can’t pull away. “I feel fucked, so there is that. I feel like we shared something special, while you’re behaving as if nothing happened.”

“I’m not the one who left the bed in the morning,” he says.

“I went to work.”

“At three a.m.?”

I look away. “Okay, so I woke up an hour later, freaked out, and went to my own room, but the day after, you barely acknowledged me.”

“You should’ve stayed in bed. I would have rewarded you.”

That makes me think of his mouth between my legs. He knows what he’s doing. He knows it makes me think of his mouth, because he starts walking, forcing me to step backward.

“You think we shared something special?” He picks me up, cradling me in his arms.

“I’m heavy, Severio. Put me down.”

He squeezes my bottom. “Get the door.”

I open it, and he walks into the old part of the house.

“Bedroom?” he asks.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. If he puts his mouth between my legs, I already know I’ll fold like a lawn chair. I really liked what he did to me when we returned from Frenchy’s, and as much as I want him to do it again, it’s a bad idea. I don’t want to be his fuck toy or his girlfriend or anything his. I want him to leave the island and never come back.

“Your leg will hurt. Put me down.”

“I will. On the bed.”

We’ve stopped in the hallway. He’s not showing leg strain, but that means nothing. Severio’s relentless when he wants something.

I point left. “Straight through the living room.”

Severio walks between the couch and table, grunting when his leg hits the edge of the table.

In the bedroom, he stops and looks around, taking in the purple forest wallpaper.

“It was my grandparents’ bedroom,” I say.

“Is the bed sturdy?”

My heart does a flip. “No,” I lie, hoping (not hoping) that’ll deter him.

Severio smirks. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m working on getting better.”

“I could give you some pointers.” He lowers me onto the bed. His mouth is soft when he kisses me. His eyes are open. “After we share more special moments.” He starts to pull off my bathing suit.

I kiss him back, just pecking his mouth. “It’s daylight.”

Severio pulls back. “Yes, it is.”

I steady his hand. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

Severio’s body is perfect. He’s probably never had unwanted attention, people staring up and down his abs and muscular thighs, not to mention his beautiful face. He won’t understand.

He presses his erection against me, and I moan at the feel of him between my legs. “Can you lie still like a good girl? I promise I prefer it if I do the work.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sure you can, Cristina. You’ve been mad at me for a week, but you’re not ready for angry fucking. We can do that another time. Now I’ll fuck you like a good girl should be fucked. On her hands and knees.”

Severio lowers the strap of the bathing suit and takes out my breast. He looks down at it and then lifts it so he can put my nipple into his mouth. He sucks it into his mouth as he pulls off my suit. Once I’m undressed, he sits back on his heels.

I’ve never been this open with my body, especially not with a man. When heat starts crawling up my cheeks, I throw an arm over my eyes. I know he finds me attractive. It’s the way he’s looking at me that makes me shy. It’s also daylight. He sees all of me, and I feel exposed like never before, but also not uncomfortable.

Severio grabs my wrist and holds my arm above my head.

He takes the other arm too and holds them both up with one hand while slowly circling my clit with a finger and my nipple with his tongue. His blue eyes are on me, and he shows me his teeth and catches my nipple between them.

I tense, thinking he’ll bite, but he rolls my nipple between his teeth.

A finger pushes inside me. Moves in and out.

Another finger. Stretches me.

Severio’s loving my breasts, moving from one nipple to the next, while his long fingers push deeper into my channel, opening me and getting me ready for him. When he lies on top of me, the warmth of his body is unexpected. It seeps inside me, and I nearly melt into the mattress.

Severio seeks my tongue, and we kiss as he slowly pushes inside me. This time, he’s entering all the way, and he was right when he said he hadn’t fucked me yet. The girth of him is impossibly large, and I suck in a breath as he penetrates me deeper, seemingly growing bigger and bigger, and just when I whine because this hurts, he pulls back.

Severio threads his fingers though mine and holds them together above my head.

I can’t move. Can you lie still like a good girl?

I think he likes me to be still, at his mercy, my body his to do with whatever he wants.

He pulls back and plunges inside again, a little rougher this time.

I hitch a breath.

He does it again and again, and then he releases one of my hands to hold my leg. He pushes my knee, which causes me to stretch more, open up for him. One fist propped on the mattress, he lifts up and starts pumping into me. The feeling is nothing short of amazing, and there’s a spot inside my body that he strokes every time he sinks deep.

I lift my hips to meet his thrusts and get him deeper, but Severio curses, lifts off, and flips me onto my belly.

“Crawl to the headboard.” He spanks me. Hard.

I scoot up and grab the wood. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

Severio spanks me again before I feel the tip of him entering me. He’s not forcing himself in, but entering slowly. As he inches inside me, I sigh with pleasure and rest my cheek against the wall while holding on to the headboard. Once Severio is seated all the way, he starts to move in and out. My eyes roll back at the feeling of him, and I start to push back, seeking release.

Severio stops, then presses his palm over the side of my head to keep it against the wall and keep me immobile. He fucks me and leans in to whisper in my ear, “When you won’t keep still, I have to keep you still.”

“You like it when I don’t do as I’m told.”

He grabs my breast. “You’re right. I get to discipline you. Not that I need an excuse to discipline you at all.” He kneads my breasts while moving in and out of me. “How does it feel to my good girl?” He spanks me hard again. I’m sure his handprints mark my bottom. “How. Does. It. Feel?” He punctuates each word with a thrust, then slaps my clit.

“Great!” I answer.

When he grips the headboard, I brace. Severio starts bouncing me off his cock.

“Go ahead and reach between your legs.”

My head bumps the wall, my cheek scraping the purple wallpaper as I stroke my clit, my eyes rolled back. I’ve never felt more alive in my life. My breaths are coming out in pants, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, my orgasm comes. It comes so hard that I open my mouth to scream.

Severio muffles my screaming with his hand just before I hear him grunt. He spills inside me and stays there for a while longer, until we catch our breath.

When he pulls out, I can feel his cum leaking out of me.

Severio takes me down with him, my back to his front. I take his hand and kiss his palm. then open my mouth and suck his thumb.

“That’s my good girl.”

He kisses my shoulder and lets me suck his thumb. Somehow, the strange gesture soothes me.