Chapter 51

Keir

Deep down, I knew she was being playful, but the thought that she would even think of needing to trap me to keep me was like a knife to the heart. "You don't have to trap me, princess." I kissed her cheek softly, wanting to emphasize my words. I wasn't going anywhere. I loved her more than anything. "I'm not going anywhere unless my queen orders me to." I kissed her other cheek. "But I don't think she'll ever do that."

I brought one of my hands up to her head, cradling the back of it and weaving my fingers into her hair. I gave her scalp a light tug, making her gasp, and took the opportunity to claim her mouth with mine. Our teeth clashed as we both fought for dominance in the kiss we shared.

Silly woman , I thought. You'll never win this one.

Try me , she jested.

I pulled on her hair again, making her moan, and while she was distracted, I snuck my other hand up her inner thigh, grazing her cloth-covered pussy before trailing up to her chest. She closed her eyes, losing her ground momentarily, giving me the upper hand in our struggle. I brought my hand up to her chin, holding her head in place between my forefinger and thumb while I had my way with her mouth, shoving my tongue so far back, I could've choked her.

I pulled away from her mouth, keeping my grip on her chin. "You belong to me, princess. I'm not going anywhere." I leaned back in, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking on it.

She moaned and pushed her hips against me, no doubt feeling my excitement for her. Even just touching her—it drove me wild. She ran her hands down my shirt, stopping at my pants to undo the button and zipper.

"I love when you wear this," she whispered to me.

Even though it was early morning, I was dressed in my usual black button-down and pants. It was so basic, but her compliment did major things to my body, like making my cheeks burn and my cock jump.

I groaned as she slid her hand against my rigid length, which had pushed past the band of my underwear.

"Fuck, you're so huge," she giggled.

"You like it though, don't you, princess?"

She held my gaze, her eyes wide with desire as she swallowed then nodded.

"Good, because I wouldn't let you go even if you didn't."

She smiled sweetly at first, but it quickly turned devious. She slid her thumb over the tip of me, rubbing a drop of precum around.

"Lillian…" I grunted, embarrassed at the way I so quickly responded to her.

I held her chin tight, glaring her down, my hand in her hair tugging a little harder, making her mewl pathetically.

She wasn't giving up so easily. She wrapped her hand around the top of my cock, moving just enough to make my hips jerk. "Don't stop," I murmured without a second thought, my eyes closing on their own.

She continued to pump her hand around me and used her other hand to pull my pants down so she could get a better grip around me. She tried to look down, but my grip on her chin held her steady. She wanted to try to take the reins? Then she'd do it blindly. Her eyebrows shot up, having seen right through my sabotage, and she wrapped her other hand around the base of me, pumping with both hands now.

It was adorable how hard she was trying to take control, and it felt so fucking good with both of her hands wrapped tightly around me. She stroked my cock in a way that made me want to fall to my knees and beg her to never stop.

"Fuck…" I groaned, and I felt my grip on her chin loosen.

I could practically hear her wicked laughter as she pulled my thumb between her teeth and swirled her tongue around it. All I could think about was having that tongue around my cock, and right on cue, he jerked in her hands. My throat vibrated with a carnal growl.

"Do you like that?" she asked with so much confidence and sex appeal, I could have exploded right there all over her hands, but I held tight to my control. Lillian wouldn't win.

I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and used my grip on her hair to pull her to me. She closed her eyes in response to the pain, but she liked it. That was clear by the way her thighs clenched around my waist. I yanked her head to the side, my other hand brushing her hair away as I licked up the length of her neck before whispering, "I fucking love it, princess," in her ear.

I was a slave to her. I would do anything for her, but she was mine as well. Unfortunately, she only had two hands, and I had—well… more. She shuddered, feeling the sensation of my shadows crawl up her thighs, headed where she ached for me the most.

Her eyes were still closed, lost in the overdrive I was sending her body into, my touch everywhere at once. I was about to remind her that even though she was my queen, I still owned her. Her body, her mind, her soul—it was all mine. She'd know it soon enough.

I would be winning this exchange. Period.