“Wherever we go, you’re the queen, Monica. You carry the kind of regality that isn’t taught or bred on purpose. From the moment I first saw you, even attached to that man we must not name, I saw that in you. People bow down to you. They fall to their knees to kiss your feet and ask how they can serveyou.In their hearts, they do.”
“Does this include you, Mr. Warren?”
“Oh, it’s always included me. You were queen of my heart from that day, but you didn’t become the queen of my home until I convinced you to set your sights on my domain.”
“Listen to you…”
“I’m serious. Wherever we go, peopleloveyou. I’ve never met anyone who commands the respect of everyone they meet. Even in that bistro, I met you in weeks ago. Those students working the counter couldn’t stop staring at you. There’s no way they knew who you were, but it didn’t stop them from knowing you’resomebody.I bet you’ve always had that in you.”
She was probably blushing. Henry always had a way of hyping her up like she was God’s gift to mankind.
“There are more people on this planet than there are nights we’ll sleep together,” Henry continued, “but if I could find a wayto help you meet everyone there is, I’d happily give up all those nights so you could make this world a better place.”
Monica almost didn’t know what to say. “Are you drunk?” She teased him, but even so, she reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down halfway. “This is the kind of rambling a tipsy man provides, Henry.”
“Maybe I’mjusttipsy enough and high on the pheromones of that party to have the courage to tell you what I’m always thinking.” He sat up but carefully avoided touching her. Monica took that as her cue to finish unzipping her dress. Already, the high collar broke apart and the bodice loosened on her chest. “Like that part of the reason I love you so much is because you’re such a fierce woman. You makemefeel protected, and that’s no small feat.”
She slightly smiled at his vulnerability. “I’m a believer in doing what needs to be done. Even your mother can appreciate that about me.”
“I say this with all sincerity and love in my heart.” A finger appeared before Monica’s lips. “Do not bring up my mother tonight. Please.”
Her face softened until he lowered his finger again. Once both of Henry’s hands were on the bed, Monica pulled down the top of her dress, revealing the simple pushup bra with straps that perfectly hid beneath a sleeveless look.
Henry’s eyes went right to her cleavage.Isn’t it something?All the horror stories she heard about men losing interest, and not once had that happened. Monica could walk around in a sports bra and hoodie, and this man would be attempting to catch glimpses of her breasts.
But she was in her element tonight. She was in herdomain.There were no sports bras, no hoodies on Monica’s watch. Not in Le Château, where the comfiest clothes she owned were leggings and baggy cashmere sweaters.
She gently pushed Henry down and climbed on top of him. “Bow before your queen.”
“Well…” His hands didn’t know if they should wrap behind his head or attempt to hold on as she hiked up her skirt and rubbed her thighs against his groin. “This is a turn of events.”
Her bra straps were too tight to lower down her arms. Monica forgot about her underwear and focused on unbuttoning Henry’s shirt, which was as soft as his skin beneath her fingers.
“Not every day I get mounted by the queen,” Henry observed.
“You do when you talk her up so nicely.” Slowly, Monica rotated her hips, anticipating the moment she felt her husband truly respond to her game.
Monica leaned down to kiss him, taking her sweet time now that she was the one with control. Henry was eager to touch her bare shoulders and back, but she made him wait.Down, sir.Most nights, he took what he wanted, much to her utter delight. Tonight? He was in the queen’s favored palace, wasn’t he? He could wait. A little.
Not likeMonicawanted to wait too long.
“My, my.” Henry went with putting his hands behind his head. “So, this is the rare look into Lady Warren, the queen.”
She cleared away his belt and parted the front of his pants.I know every trick in the book, after all.Monica slipped her hand into his boxers and quickly found the half-erect shaft that he had been hiding from her.Never hides for long, does it?
“Do you have complaints?”
He was about to answer when she squeezed his base and made him close his eyes and instead let out a soft groan.
“Didn’t think so.”
Monica knew every inch of his body, much like he knew every speck of hers. They had made love countless times.Kinky. Vanilla. It’s the same to me.Sometimes, a scene quietly ended in vanilla ecstasy while the sweetest of moments blossomed intothe kind of lifestyle hijinks that made even the madam blush. She may have been a woman dedicated to a life of service and submission, but she still had her moments. Like tonight, when she wanted a few minutes of lording over the man who had come intoherpalace and dared to tell her that he loved her.
So she knew exactly how to clutch his cock and make it spring to life. He didn’t even bother with the poker face tonight. Henry was all pleasure, little domination.
For now…Monica wasn’t green. She knew where this was going.
After she pulled her hand out of his boxers, she sat upright and rocked her hips once more. Her body brushed against his bulge until they surely felt the heat rising beneath their skin. Henry couldn’t stay silent. There was no masking his grunts or the way he moved along with her, desperate for friction.
