“Yes, please, my king,” I respond instantly and he gets harder.
“Good girl. Would you like me to bend you over and fuck you hard, my queen?”
This could get interesting, “Yes, please, my king.” Rick bends me over quickly, holding his dick in his right hand and placing his left hand at the curve of my ass. He slides in hard and fast. Pounding into me repeatedly.
“Harder, my queen?”
“Yes, please, my king.” I hear his low groan at my response.
“Do you want more, my queen?”
“Yes, please, my king.” He’s fucking amazing and I can hardly speak.
Rick leans over me and gathers my hair in his hand gently to pull my head back to him. He breathes heavy and hot at my ear, nibbling at my lobe. The solid muscles of his body against me, rubbing against my ass as he strokes into me. He kisses my neck and his whole attitude changes. “Nobody has ever felt like you, my queen. Do you only want me, my queen?”
“Yes, please, my king,” I should answer differently, but I don’t know where he’s going with this and this game came with instructions.
“Never be with anyone else, my queen.”
“Yes, please, my king.”
“May I love you forever, my queen?”
“Yes, please, my king.”
“Never leave me, my queen.”
“Yes, please, my king.”
“I will make you mine someday, my queen.”
“Yes, please, my king.” I hear a noise and I’m reminded we’re still in the elevator. “My king, we’re on the elevator,” wondering if he’s lost track.
“Do you want me to grab you by your seductive hips, and finish inside you?”
“Yes, please, my king.” He does exactly that. He grips my hips and digs his fingers in like he doesn’t plan to let go.
Rick leans against the carpeted elevator wall and pulls me back against him. Smacking my ass against him hard with every stroke. “Is this want you want, my queen?”
“Yes, please, my king. Harder.” I break the rules.
Rick slams me harder, “That’s breaking the rules. Do you deserve to be spanked?”
“Yes, please, my king.” He stiffens and raises his hand, but he lightly pats my ass and squeezes my cheeks. He'd never hurt me. “I love you, my king. It’ll always only be you. Hold me, love me, kiss me, fuck me. Only your hands will touch me. Only your cock will have me. I know how much you love me and the pleasure you give me is unlike any other.” My words go straight to his heart. He caresses my body lovingly, then grabs hold of my hips and slams into me over and over and over, sending us both over the edge.
He reaches around my waist and pulls me back to him, his lips at my ear, “I will love you forever, my queen. Now, pull your pants on so we can go home and I can love you properly.”
“Yes, please, my king.”
Chapter Seven
I wake up the next morning with Rick wrapped around me, the same way I fell asleep. I'm loved, cherished and protected. The alarm hasn’t buzzed yet and I don’t smell any coffee brewing. It’s an early morning for both of us since I’m meeting Mom for breakfast before our spa time and Rick has early practice before the 1:40 game today. I lay in silence and enjoy his arms around me, but my head is anything but quiet.
The last few days, the last week… let’s face it, in the last two months my life, my whole world has been turned upside down. I guess that’s not quite right. My world has been shaken loose and invaded, but somehow that’s a good thing. I need to admit the truth to myself and accept it because anything else, well it just isn’t going to work. Getting what you wish for isn’t always a smooth transition. Fantasies aren’t supposed to be real and in reality the fantasy isn’t real, even this time since Rick Seno is even better than I imagined he’d be. Fuck me, because he’s better than I imagined possible. He’s like finding out what a ten on the scale of one to ten really is, when what you thought was a ten turned out to be only a five. I’ve heard of whirlwind romances and love at first sight, but I didn’t believe they were real and I never in a million years thought it could possibly happen to me. I’m an independent woman with a stable head on her shoulders. I’m self-sufficient and I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Okay, well, at least I was until a few weeks ago. That’s the final straw that broke us when I left Rick in LA—my own insecurities. But, I’ve learned I can be with my Rick and still be me. Granted, the definition of me has slightly changed. I still support myself with my own business and I can keep my head straight most of the time, but this girliness that takes me over really throws me for a loop and I hate to say it, but I kind of like it. Technically, I’m still self-sufficient and don’t need anyone to take care of me—but, this is where it gets sticky because I love it when Rick takes care of me (especially the sticky times). And, I want things I’ve never wanted before. Things I’ve never considered as possibilities before. What stable headed, independent, self-sufficient woman all of the sudden wants to get married after only two months? This is utter insanity! For craps sake, I was upset about the negative pregnancy test result! Why on earth would any woman in her right mind
