Chapter 17

Seventeen

Q ueenie

Pulling the flower lid off the box, I took my time to admire the flowers. Peonies were my favorite because they only bloomed a certain time of the year, and there was just something about them that made me associate them with love and romance. My mom had a garden of everything. Tulips, roses, hyacinths and lilies, but the peonies were the only ones I looked forward to seeing. I brought them to my nose, Cillian's stern expression brightening into something warm as he watched me.

"Thank you, baby. They're beautiful!" I said, gingerly placing them down as I opted for the dress box. I wasn't sure how I felt about a man picking out my clothes but he did get me something nice for that party, despite me ruining it. I trusted him in other ways, I just had to trust that he knew my taste.

Upon inspection, I was delighted to see it was in a color I hadn't worn in a while. With the war being not that far back, fashion shifted to conserve materials for those times. For now, at least it was over and things could start being trendy again.

"Try it on for me. I wanna see it on you," He demanded, and instead of arguing, I let him have his way. Keeping my slip on, I slid the thick curve hugging material up to my waist, and later my breasts and shoulders. It was shorter and tighter than it looked, but I actually liked it. It was something different and out of my comfort zone, but with the look on Cillian's face, he wasn't much of a fan.

"How does it look?" His lips curled, his eyes squinting in controlled frustration.

" Ermh …it's a wee bit short and tight. I think my sister must have picked it out as a joke, because I'm trying to figure out where the rest of it is." I twirled in the dress, testing out its flowy bottom half, as I next adjusted its thick strips at the shoulders, the low neckline giving my cleavage a nice boost.

"I mean, that's just becoming the style now. Showing more leg and shoulder."

"Yeah, well, I don't want any lads gawking at you." The men would stare at you if you were fully clothed, and I don't know how many boys used to whistle at me on my way to school. In a uniform no less, skirt damn near reaching the floor.

"Well, I like it, baby." He crooked his fingers gesturing for me to come closer, as when I did he turned me around, bent me over and surprised me by lifting up my skirt and put his tongue on my pussy. I moaned against him, letting out a frustrated breath when he stopped and pulled my dress back down.

"Now if I can easily do that, then it's too short of anything I want you wearing. I like the way you look in it, and can see you wearing it just around the house. But I only want you wearing things like that for me. I don't want to have to get into any fights over you."

"I think you're just overreacting," I said with a roll of my eyes and he then pulled me on his lap.

"Ey! Don't roll your eyes at me, woman." His hand cradled my neck and he drew me in closer to press his lips to mine.

"I feel like I have nothing to wear."

"And I promised you, darling, that I would take you shopping."

"But I want to wear this one."

"Why you wanna wear this one for?" I pulled my strap down, knowing he would do the predictable thing by looking. It didn't take much to turn his head but I was learning when I didn't get my way, that sometimes the easiest way was to get him to change his mind was to offer a distraction.

"Guess I'll just take it off then." He pulled at the other strap, taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in tantalizing light circles.

"Here, let me help you."

" Mmm ." I moaned, my hand resting on the length of his neck as the other reached for the length underneath his boxers. His length was always quick to grow, and as much as he liked pleasing me, a rush of excitement ran up my spine at the chance of pleasing him. I was by far no expert taking him into my mouth, but I was getting better at it. At least that's what I assumed when I watched a smile spread across his face when I slinked down to the floor.

" Mmm . You gonna suck it, baby?" He asked, my teasing kisses to his boxers giving birth to light groans. " Mmm , woman you sure know how to torment me." His length twitched beneath his boxers, all too eager to find himself out of them.

Even when he wasn't hard, his privates stretched long as my forearm but when at its full hardness, it was thick and veiny and so stiff that sometimes it looked like it hurt. I liked it but I wasn't sure what I liked about it, as I never thought of it it's pretty. But his was, and it was capable of making me feel so many things. Exciting things, unexpected things. Just a whole lot of damn things. So, I was enamored by it, the same way he was in love with mine.

"Mmm," he moaned when I took him into my mouth, his hand grazing the back of my head. His fingers fisted my curls as with his help, he guided me in and out of his mouth. He was so powerful, so aggressive, so commanding, but when I did this, he transformed him into a well-behaved schoolboy. I craved that vulnerability from him, that and he was always more agreeable after I pleased him like this.

"Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Do you know that?" I lifted my gaze to him, his expression a blend of torture and pleasure. "When you stare at me, I swear I just might come," he said through squeezed lips.

" Mmmhmm ." I replied, a smile forming on his lips as he threw his head back, and later met my gaze.

"Oh, fuck, Queenie. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to come that way, I'd rather come in your pussy." He pulled me into his lap, as he eased the slip and dress I wore off my body, and tossed it to the floor. "I want you to ride my cock, baby," he demanded, anxiety coursing through me, along with a pang of disappointment. I wasn't as skilled or driven as him when he was on top because truthfully, I preferred it when he made love to me.

It was hard to describe in words, but when he took control, I felt so obedient, so free, and so damn satisfied. Cillian knew how to touch me. He knew where to kiss me, and he knew how to apply the right amount of pressure to drive me totally insane. Regretfully it meant I was hardly motivated to get on top in fear of being boring.

"Cillian, I like it when you do it," I whined. "I'm always afraid I'm going too slow for you." His lips tasted my neck, sending butterflies to my stomach and an ache to my pussy.

"Mmm… what you worried about me for? I love to watch you do it the way you like to. Plus, you've ridden me before." He tilted my chin to reach in for a kiss on the lips.

"Besides, I want to see your body. Play with your tits. Grab your big beautiful bum. I can't do any of that when I'm on top of you. Will you please try? For me?"

"Okay," I moaned into his mouth as he reached his hand between my legs.

" Mmm … then put it in," he requested, as I lifted up and lowered myself onto his hardness, feeling deliciously filled as his length reached the furthest part of me. I whimpered, the first thrust being the most overwhelming but in contrast, the most rewarding. After that, I didn't care much about how I looked or whatever I was worried about earlier. In this state, I just wanted to be his and my own version of his dirty little whore.

"Take your time, baby," he said, cradling my breasts in his hand, gently tracing my hard nipples with his fingertips. I rode him deep and slow, not wanting to disrupt how good it felt for his pale hands to caress intimate parts of me, a gasp escaping as he took another one of my nipples in his ravenous mouth.

The sound of his kissing, the traces of his touches, and the greediness of his groping had unlocked a new level of arousal in me, making me forget all my previous inhibitions. Increasing my speed, his hands fell to my waist, as he took my other nipple in his mouth with a gentle nibble, before meeting his gaze back to mine.

"You're doing so good, baby. You look so fucking damn pretty fucking my cock," he said as I changed the rhythm by rocking back and forth. When he was on top, I loved it when he pressed against me, our pelvises in line to ensure I got that dual stimulation. I wanted to recreate that. His lust filled eyes were so mesmerizing. "That's it, sweetheart. Do it just the way you like it. Take it all."

" Ohh ," I moaned, riding the wave of the rhythm. "Am I going too slow for you??

"Baby, I'll never get tired of you enjoying yourself. Watching you ride me makes me so fucking hard. When you look like that, all lost in pleasure. I can't help it, I just want to wreck you." Grabbing hold of my ass, with the strength of his hips, he guided me up and down his length with wicked possessiveness. Sharp gasps and moans passed through my lips, transforming into pants and whimpers as he drove into me fast and hard. I shut my eyes, losing myself in his strength and control.

" Mmm …Queenie, look at me. Look at what you do to me. You're gonna come on this cock like a fucking slut." I opened my mouth expecting words to come, but they couldn't compete with my cries of pleasure.

"Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you're a fucking slut for me, and that you're going to come on this big, fucking cock.

"Oh fuck," I cried, his dirty mouth turning me into a complete puddly mess.

"I love the way your big tits bounce for me when I'm fucking you. You're so bloody sexy, Queenie. Now, let me hear you say it," he said through strained teeth. Every time I got a word out, his hard thrusts dragged out his demands. At this point, I could barely think straight.

"I'm gonna come…like a fucking slut…on this cock…. ohhhh ," I cried, the constant flow of his words driving me closer to the deep abyss. I came on his cock flooding him with my juices, as he grabbed my waist and emptied into me. All of his essence fought hard to merge with mine as he filled my walls to the max with his seed.

"Come here, baby." He pulled me in closer to kiss. His guard was down, and now was the time to bring back the conversation.

" Cillian?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I'd really like to wear the dress you bought me." He smiled, throwing his head back along the couch, his face still red and flushed.

"You fuck me like that and you could wear any dress, any time. Fuck, that was what that was all about?" I thinned my lips.

" Maybe ?"

He slapped my bare bottom, my walls clenching on the length still deep inside me.

"You spoiled little minx. C'mere." He pulled me in for another kiss, tightening his grip around my waist in a possessive embrace. "If I let you wear that thing, I don't want you to running off, or trying to lose me in some space only lasses are allowed. You stay attached to my hand. And I don't want to hear any complaining about how you're tired of me." I smiled, running my fingers through his soft ginger strands.

"Thank you, baby." He kissed me on the nose.

"Good, then let's get some rest. I could probably go to sleep right here."

***

For the third time Cillian checked in on me, his impatience weighing heavy on his features since he was too polite to rush me. This time instead of walking out, he knocked on the door frame just as I put the finishing touches to my two strand twist out.

"Come on, Queenie, we've got to go. It's almost ten-thirty."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But I'm ready now. I just have to get my jacket." He held up what looked to be my jacket already easing it on me.

"There, that should cover you up," he said as I rolled my eyes at his incessant need to overreact over my dress. "Now, come on. I don't want to waste another minute." He grabbed my hand, pulling me all the way down to the front entrance. I scanned the lobby, confused to not see Seamus. That is, until he led me to a car I was unfamiliar with. Was this his car? I didn't even know my husband could drive.

"I didn't know you had a car," I said, and he reached over and helped strap me in the passenger seat.

"Well, I suppose there's a lot of things you don't know about me. And since we have a long day ahead of us, it's another good day for asking questions. Feel free to play with some stations," He suggested, as he started up the car and took off into the city roads. I ran my fingers along his ear, admiring how dashing he looked with his hair slicked back.

"You look really handsome today, baby." He blushed, grabbing for my left thigh before interlocking his fingers in mine.

"You're so sweet." I turned, watching as the streets stretched out in front of us. It was nice to be spending our first day out as an official couple. Sure, we had done things. Bedroom things and had spent some time at home together, but today was the first time we were spending the whole day together, and I was happy to show off my husband.

"I'm happy to be finally getting out of the house. When we're more settled, I was thinking that I could get a job or something. You know, just so I'm not bored, sitting around the house all day."

Cillian's eyebrows cinched, switching his gaze between me and the road.

"Fuck no. I get that you don't want to be home all day but that don't mean that you need to find a job."

"What if it was a nice little teaching job? Lots of Colored schools are always looking for substitutes, and since I got my degree in early childhood education, it would likely be just half days if I teach kindergarten." Not that I was against it, but now that I had an education, I didn't want to clean another person's house ever again.

"Queenie, I don't want you working."

"Why not?"

"Because my mum didn't work." Something I considered, but his sister worked so that cancelled out his reasoning completely.

"Well, your mom's from a different time, and plus your sister has a shop." He sneered, a vein in his neck looking two seconds away from popping. My husband was a caveman sometimes, but I didn't think he'd be so unbending at the thought of me making my own money.

"Yeah, well that's different."

"And how so?"

"Because my sister don't need no man taking care of her, she's got four brothers."

"Is it about me making my own money?" He looked to me, his eyes lined with quiet rage.

"What are you talking about your own money? The money I bring home, that is your money. Perhaps I could be better at leaving you some before I leave for work but there's always the checkbook if you ever need anything. Or Seamus can just run you to the bank."

Truthfully, I wanted to do more than run errands. What if I wanted to whip up something special at the last minute? What if I wanted my hair done? I didn't want to depend on him all the time, his days were long and stressful enough.

"Why are you so stubborn about it? Don't tell me it's because you only want me barefoot and pregnant." At that, he smiled. Ever since I let it slip that I wanted to have his baby, any talk about pregnancy made him smile.

"And what would be so wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I guess. Most women in my family work," I admitted. Hell, even my mama worked because that's just how it was for us.

"Queenie, a working wife is a tired wife, and I don't want you spending your time trying to figure out where the hours went. Plus, I know you don't understand but I wouldn't feel like I'm doing my job taking care of you if you felt like you needed a job. If you need money, it's yours. If want your own car, I'll buy you one. Just don't bring up the work thing unless you really mean it. I like knowing where you are at all times. There's a lot of fucked up people in the city who would do anything to get an audience with me or my brothers. I just want you safe and out of harm's way."

I took a deep breath knowing it didn't make sense to argue about it, especially when he put it that way. He was a gangster, a crime lord, a killer, and a felon. If he thought it unsafe for me to work then he probably had his own reasoning. Still, while the moment was fresh, I thought why not cash in one of those privileges now.

"A car would be nice." He turned to me, his lips curving into a sweet smile.

"You want a car?"

"Yes, please." He brought my hand to his mouth to kiss, the irritation from our conversation dissipating with a problem he could fix.

"Fine. I'll get you a car."