Infinite Love

Chapter 29

Amelia

Wakening tucked safely in his arms is heaven and hell wrapped into one. How I wish we could have had a lifetime of this but I know each time we do this I put his life in terrible danger. I need to stop this somehow but every time I’m near him I loose my mind.

Feeling him shift beneath me I steel myself and put my mask back in place, I need to stop this now before it spirals beyond control and he ends up dead.

“Good morning” he whispers kissing the top of my head and my heart shatters a little. I pull back and look him dead in the eyes, ice rolling through me. I just need to get through this and then I can fall apart again.

“You need to get out now” even I want to cringe at my tone but I keep my face like stone. Hurt and confusion take his eyes. “Lia?” Is all he can manage.

Sitting up to separate myself from him, untangling us physically and metaphorically. I need to do what I know he will not. “This was a foolish mistake and it will not happen again. I am your Queen and I command you to leave and stay away from me”

His eyes are like fire as they burn into mine, confusion, hurt, anger, betrayal flashing through the flames and it is me who breaks first looking away from the intensity.

Moving to stand, needing space, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him. In one fluid movement pinning me beneath his strong body, grasping my wrists either side of my head.

His own tone is hard and cold as his eyes blaze into mine from above “You command me?” I try to speak but my words are lost, every sense consumed my him, his hot hard body on top of me, the feel of his solid c**k between my legs, those eyes that have always captivated me.

I know what I should say, I know I need to fight him, to push him away but I am lost to him once more and he knows it.

A cocky smile plays on his lips as he feels the hitch in my breathing, the wetness between my legs, how utterly affected by him I am. In the blink of an eye he moves my hands above my head, capturing my wrists with one hand, the other moves down, splaying over my throat as he slides his hard c**k into me. I can not help the moan of pleasure that escapes me.

His head dips and pauses just grazing my lips, the hand on my throat tightening, a delicious squeeze. "You forget who I am my Queen you do not have the power to command me" his voice deep, gravelly, full of lust, his hips pulling back and thrusting deep inside of me with his last word. I can not help but cry out at the intensity of the feeling.

And then he is gone from inside of me and his hands are gripping my hips flipping me over, pulling my ass back towards him. Holding me firmly in place, he pushes back inside of me hard and fast, my cry echoing around the room.

His pace punishingly fast and deep in and out, my fingers curling around the sheet gripping it trying to regain some sense of control as I feel him f**k all of his frustration into me, my mind struggles to focus on anything as the intensity builds inside of me.

I hear a low grumble from him as he feels me begin to contract around him, the fireworks beginning to work from my toes, legs trembling with the pleasure he brings.

And just as quickly as he had pushed his way inside of me he is gone, the fireworks begin to subside and I can’t help the frustrated moan that reverberates from me at the loss of the sensation but it is cut off with the sensation of him positioning his c**k at my ass, pushing confidently inside in one single powerful stroke. Silencing me at the unexpected switch.

He pulls me up towards him, my back against his chest as I adjust to the feeling of him filling my ass. A cheeky nip of his fangs to the base of my neck has me moaning with pleasure once more. His lips travel up my neck, biting my lobe “You will not be given the pleasure of climax until you start being honest with me that is my command”

His words call to something deep inside of me and I feel my whole body react to him, my p***y aching for him. His hands roam over my stomach, up towards my breasts, massaging them and then a sharp hard squeeze to each n****e as he pulls back from my ass and plunges in deep once more. That one action almost makes me c*m.

He lowers my body back down to the bed and I know he intends to take his pleasure from my ass, that I am to be denied as he is fulfilled as punishment. One hand grips my hip holding me tight to him and the other runs teasingly up my back, settling on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the bed as he begins a punishing pace in and out of my ass, the mattress swallowing my cry’s with each thrust.

The intensity of the f*****g invading every molecule of my body, I feel myself begin to tremble once more but before it quite ignites into an inferno I feel him deliver one final deep thrust with a roar and feel his c*m spill into my ass. He quickly pulls out and delivers a cheeky stinging slap to my ass cheeks before flipping me over.

I can barely contain the cry of frustration as for the second time my orgasm ebbs away unsatisfied. His blasted captivating eyes full of enjoyment at my predicament. The corner of his lips twitching as he barely disguises his amusement.

He leans down to kiss me and I turn my head from him earning me an actual chuckle. Instead he kisses then sucks deep on the base of my neck and my blasted body betrays me moaning with pleasure. “You are not permitted to relieve yourself of your frustration. I will know if you do and your next punishment will deny you far more than this one. Do you understand?”

I groan, I want to slap him, hurt him, scream at him but more than anything else I want to f**k him, I want to feel his perfect d**k fill me and f**k me until my whole body lights up. “Do you understand Lia?” He repeats gripping my chin and forcing my eyes to look into his.

All I can manage is an almost imperceptible petulant nod. “Lia” he grumbles and I know he will not let me away without the response he wants. Somehow I find my voice through the torrent of emotions washing through me. “Yes, Sir”

I am not used to being treated like this, even Damian was never like this, he was cruel, cold, dismissive and controlling for sure but this is different. This is sexy as hell.

This makes me want to get on my knees and beg him to give me an orgasm. His sexy smile at the word Sir literally makes my p***y ache for him.

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip “Today you will wear a short dress and no underwear. I’ll need access to punish you when you try to defy me”

My objections are cut off as his lips crush mine in a quick but deep passionate kiss and then before I can recover my senses he is gone. I am alone in my bed, my clit throbbing with unresolved need and wondering what the hell just happened.