Crewe

I couldn’t stop shaking.

I stood outside the royal chambers and stared at my hands. They wouldn’t remain still. The second she called me sir, exquisite pleasure crept down my spine all the way to my balls. I almost grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to her knees.

I won.

I finally got her where I wanted her to be, on her knees. A part of me loved her independence and fire, the fact that she refused to be controlled by anyone—especially me. But I also craved her submission. It brought the desire from deep within my bones. I hadn’t been this hard since the last time I fucked her.

Now I really wanted to fuck her.

I stood outside the door until I could control my breathing. It was haywire, full of intense desire. I couldn’t wait to do so many things to her. Even though she was here against her will, I knew she enjoyed everything I did to her. She enjoyed the kisses, the spanks, and the sex. But she was far too proud to admit it to herself. Her stubbornness was too powerful for her to ignore.

But now she had to.

I opened the door and spotted her on her knees near the bed—exactly where I wanted her. I took another deep breath and shut the door behind me, feeling the heat sear my skin so deeply that it burned. My hard cock pressed against my slacks, eager to break free.

Her hands rested on her lap, and she wore a black dress, something she must have found in the closet. Black heels were on her feet, and her hair was done in lustrous curls. Her makeup was heavy and amplified the natural beauty of her eyes.

She was gorgeous.

I poured myself a glass of scotch and took a seat in the armchair. I stared at her, feeling victorious like a king who’d just conquered a city. I placed the glass against my lips and swallowed the cool liquid, looking at my prize on the floor.

She stared at me without an expression, waiting for further instruction.

I let the victory linger, enjoying the sight of her on her knees on the floor. The position was uncomfortable for her legs as well as her back, but she remained that way out of obedience. I conquered this woman completely and utterly—finally. I wanted to savor the moment as much as possible. “Lovely?”

She locked her eyes on mine and cleared her throat. “Yes, sir?”

Fuck.

I was gonna come just from listening to her.

I took another drink of my scotch to edge myself, feeling my cock twitch inside my pants.

After I let the amber liquid move to my stomach, I set the glass on the armrest. “Up.”

She did as I asked, rising to her feet and standing in the black heels. The dress hugged her features perfectly, showing her hourglass shape. Her cleavage was noticeable in the front, and her long legs stretched on for days. “Strip—slowly.” With one hand, I undid my tie and let the pieces of silk drape down my chest. “Leave the heels on.”

A moment of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but the look was sexy. Every time she struggled, it just reminded me how much she had to force herself to behave. She moved her hands behind her back and undid the zipper slowly, dropping her gaze.

“Eyes on me, Lovely.”

She looked at me, her fingers pulling the zipper to the very bottom. The fabric around her shoulders came loose and sunk down her petite frame, revealing a black lace bra against her pale skin.

She pulled the dress over her hips and down her legs, letting it fall to her ankles. She kicked the fabric aside, left only in her heels and underwear.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

I brought the glass to my lips again even though I wasn’t thirsty.

She stepped closer to me, her heels echoing against the hardwood as she came forward. She undid the clasp of her bra and let the strap come loose. It slowly inched down her body until she tossed it aside.

Her tits were beautiful—like always.

I stared at their firmness and roundness. They were slightly big in proportion to her size—and so goddamn perky. I remembered the way her nipples felt in my mouth, absolutely exquisite.

She moved to the black thong next, fingering the lace before she pulled it over her hips and ass and down her legs. She pulled it to her ankles and kicked it away, raising one heel when a piece of the lace got stuck to it.

She was all woman—and all curves. I stared at her navel and then the nub between her legs, appreciating the lack of hair from her perfectly manicured pussy. Her wide hips led to a slender waistline, and then to those gorgeous, eye-popping tits. I could see the hollow of her throat, a piece of her body that would be infected by my kisses soon enough.

“Play with your tits.” My voice grew darker the longer I sat there, the longer my cock wanted to explode. My dominance grew deeper, more powerful. I wanted to shatter the glass in my hand because I was so high in the goddamn clouds.

She hesitated again, like she didn’t know what I was asking.

“Touch yourself, Lovely.” I could make this woman do anything I wanted, and watching her pleasure herself sounded appealing.

She ran her hands underneath her tits then cupped them, her soft skin sliding over the swell of her breasts. She massaged them, looking awkward in the beginning. But the more she explored herself, the more she enjoyed it. I was watching her own self-discovery, watching her understand her body more.

One hand slid between her legs and found her nub. She rubbed her clit slowly, taking a deep breath at initial contact. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, her hair shifting slightly.

Fuck, I wanted to come.

I stopped drinking my scotch and focused on her instead, on this voluptuous woman at my beck and call.

Her breathing increased, and a tint flushed her skin. Her nipples hardened, and her chest reddened from arousal. She could do what I asked and pretend to enjoy it, but she couldn’t force her body to react that way.

She enjoyed every second of it.

And she enjoyed how much pleasure I got out of it.

“On your back. Ass over the edge of the bed.” I slammed my glass down and nearly shattered it, my excitement getting the best of me.

When she pulled her fingers away, I caught the stickiness that stretched before it broke apart.

Jesus Christ.

She moved to her back on the edge of the bed with her knees pulled to her chest.

I positioned myself in front of her and placed her feet against my chest, looking down at her like I owned her. With my eyes trained on her, I unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it off. Once her feet touched my bare chest, I moaned. My hands moved for my slacks next and got them undone. I pulled them down, along with my boxers, anxious to get my cock inside of her. I knew how wet that pussy was. I’d been in there once before.

I grabbed her hips and adjusted her underneath me, lining her up perfectly to take my nine inches. “Lovely.”

Her hands snaked to my wrists, locking around them like usual. “Yes, sir?”

I closed my eyes and breathed through the pleasure, loving her complete obedience. She was so sexy it was actually torture. “Tell me to eat you out.” I knew she liked it last time I did it, and frankly, I fucking loved it. Her pussy was so sweet I could eat it all day.

Instead of a flash of hesitance, her eyes lit up with excitement. She covered it up instantly, but she wasn’t quick enough to hide it completely. “Eat my pussy, Crewe.”

I leaned over her body and fisted her hair before I gave her a soft kiss. My tongue transferred some scotch to her mouth, the amber liquid moving across both of our tongues. I breathed into her mouth as I felt her perky tits press against my chest. Now that I had her mouth, I didn’t want to pull away. She was an incredible kisser. “Yes, Lovely.” I broke our kiss and moved to my knees on the hardwood floor. I threw her legs over my shoulders and devoured her, sucking her clit into my mouth and tasting her perfect sweetness.

She was quiet at first, but eventually, she couldn’t hide her pleasure. She moaned from the bed and her hands dug into my hair. Her back arched, and she shifted her hips, giving my mouth access to everything.

I could do this all night, and I was tempted to beat off while I continued to lick and kiss her. Her pussy was a slit of heaven, and I wanted to taste her for lunch and dinner. But my cock was anxious to be inside her, to stretch apart that tight pussy.

I sucked her clit hard into my mouth before I rose to my full height. My arms gripped her by the back of the knees, and I stretched her wide apart. The tip of my cock found her entrance all on its own. I felt the moisture with the head of my cock without even pushing inside.

She wanted this as much as I did.

“Lovely, tell me to fuck you.”

Her hands moved to my wrists again. “Fuck me, Crewe.” Her lips were swollen from where I kissed her, and her nipples were still hard like diamonds. Her grip around my wrists tightened in anticipation.

I shoved my cock inside her, sliding through the moisture and the tightness. I sunk deep, feeling her walls tighten around me in reaction. Her body slowly acclimated to me, trying to adjust so she could take in every inch of my long length.

She felt as amazing as last time.

I rocked into her slowly, moaning in the back of my throat as I claimed the woman underneath me. When she first came into my captivity, I found her unremarkable. But now, I thought she was exceptional, the kind of woman I never thought I’d have the honor of meeting until she walked into my life. I’d never bended so hard for someone, went back on my word, or lessened a punishment out of compassion.

She did strange things to me.

My hands left her knees and moved to her tits. I cupped them both as I slowly rocked into her, sliding in and out of her utter perfection. My cock loved being buried inside her just like this. He never wanted to leave.

Her tits were even more perfect. So round and firm. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, flicking the pebbled skin harshly. My eyes locked on hers as I gave her my full length over and over. I could feel her moisture seep down the base of my cock and to my balls as they tapped against her ass. I didn’t need to wet myself at all before I entered her.

I wanted to pound into her hard and give it to her as rough as possible. But now that we moved together, I enjoyed the slowness, the sensual movement of our bodies. I loved feeling every inch of her, moving slow enough to savor every second. For the first time, I didn’t want to fuck hard.

I just wanted to do this.

The quiet sounds she made got louder as we moved together. Her moans turned to pants. And those pants became quiet screams. Her tits shook every time I thrust into her, moving with my momentum.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Lovely.” I moved my hand to her throat and rested my fingers over the vulnerable skin. I felt her pulse hammering under the skin, thudding deeply. Her blood pounded in her veins, moving to her heart and then back again. I loved having her in my iron grip.

I bent down and kissed her neck, deepening the angle of my thrusts. My cock reached a more intimate level, hitting her in the right spot that drove all women crazy. My pelvis rubbed against her clit, stimulating it at the same time. My fingers moved to the back of her neck and gripped her tightly. “Tell me to come inside you.”

Her mouth moved against mine when I kissed her. “Come inside me…”

I quickened my thrusts, pounding her into the mattress. My cock moved far inside every time I rocked into her, and I prepared for her release. I could read her breaths and her moans. I’d fucked enough women to know when they were about to come. I edged myself as I waited, knowing she was just seconds from falling over the edge too. “Come for me.”

She bit her bottom lip in the sexiest way before she tightened around me. “Oh god…” Her hands moved up my chest and neck until she cupped my face. She pulled my mouth close to hers and breathed with me, her moans notched up to nearly screams. “Crewe…”

I didn’t even need to tell her to say that. “Here it comes, Lovely.” I’d fantasized about this very moment countless times. I wanted to fill her with so much come that she couldn’t walk anywhere without it dripping all over the floor. I wanted her to feel full of me for the rest of the day.

She was still in the midst of her climax, and she dug her nails into my skin as she held on. “Crewe…”

My cock thickened just before release. I shoved myself far inside her, wanting to get every single drop as deep as possible. When the wave of pleasure rolled over my body, I nearly forgot how to breathe. I moaned and crushed my mouth against hers, feeling the heat wash over me. I came hard and long, relishing every minute of the exquisite pleasure. It felt so wonderful, like I owned the world and everyone in it.

Even when I was finished, I kept my cock inside her. I never wanted to leave the warmth of this woman. She was better than any lover I’d ever had, and that was saying something because I had experience with some of the most beautiful and confident women in the world. But there was something about London that satisfied my darkest urges.

I slowly pulled out of her and watched my come seep from her soaked pussy. I admired my handiwork, my claim. “On your hands and knees.”

Still breathless and sweaty, she stared at me in surprise.

“You think I’m finished?”

Ariel and I had dinner together at my favorite restaurant in Scotland, The Kitchin. French techniques on Scottish delicacies, it was one of my favorite places in Edinburgh. Ariel didn’t eat much of anything, so my choice made no difference to her. Her commitment to being thin baffled me because she was pretty enough to look however she wanted. Personally, I liked curves on a woman. London had the perfect hips, the nice curve in her waist, and gorgeous tits.

I ordered the scallops, and Ariel ordered the halibut. It was difficult not to order seafood when we were so close to the North Sea, the place where fishermen caught fresh fish just that morning.

She and I discussed work, like usual. We didn’t touch on topics about our personal lives very often. We had too many other things to discuss on a daily basis. Running two enormous companies, one criminal and one private, sucked the time from both of us.

We drank our wine and ate our entrees, discussing the new shipments of Scotch we sent out to America. They had their own form of scotch, known as bourbon, but most restaurants preferred to keep both selections on hand.

“Our little ploy with Joseph seemed to work.” She swirled her wine before she took a sip.

It more than worked. “Yes. She’s been very responsive.”

“So I hear.” Ariel gave me a knowing look, the corner of her mouth raised in a smile. Despite her dislike of London, she didn’t say anything harsh about her in my presence. “So, she’s finally under control?”

“Absolutely.” When I told her to do something, she did it. Sometimes that look came into her eyes, her pure annoyance at the situation she was in. But she obeyed me anyway. That struggle turned me on.

“Are you bringing her to the dinner this Saturday then?”

I stared into my wine before I answered. “Not sure.”

“Maybe you should take someone else. Josephine will be there.”

I drank the rest of my wine before I set the glass on the table. “I don’t care if she’s there. I’m not missing an opportunity to speak with Her Majesty. That woman means nothing to me.”

Ariel gave me a cold look that suggested she didn’t believe me. “I still think you should take someone. The lovelier, the better.”

London was the definition of lovely. Those beautiful green eyes would light up the room instantly. In a satin gown handmade by a designer, she would look ravishing. Everyone would see her on my arm and wonder where I found her. She looked like a queen, and she would make me look like a king. “I’ll take London. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Ariel raised an eyebrow. “Are you certain of that?”

“Yes.” I had her under control.

“Because you have a line of women to choose from.”

I did—all of them beautiful, interesting, and smart. “She’s at the top of the list.”

Ariel cocked her head to the side. “Is she your plaything or something more, Crewe?”

“Plaything,” I answered immediately. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

She seemed to believe me because she looked away. “Good. Because she’s a terrible match. American trash. She doesn’t know a damn thing about etiquette, how to be a lady, and she certainly doesn’t have an ounce of Scottish blood within her.”

Ariel’s discrimination always amused me. “For a lady, you sure swear a lot.”

“Because I’m with you,” she reminded me.

“And I don’t look Scottish either. Who knows what she is.”

“You understood my point, Crewe.” She drank her wine again. “Don’t act like you didn’t. If you want children someday, you can’t just pick anyone. You’re carrying history in your blood. You’re carrying scotch in your blood. Don’t fall for an American whore.”

“I understand you don’t like her, but please don’t call her that.” I had no reason to defend London and it shouldn’t matter to me what Ariel called her, but since I was fucking her every night, I felt obligated to defend her honor. In truth, I really did respect that woman. I didn’t initially, but she forced me to with that quick wit and superior intelligence.

Ariel pressed her lips tightly together, ending the conversation. She never apologized for her wrongdoings. She moved forward, her head held high. Not once since we’d been working together did I hear her admit to being at fault for anything.

Her silence was enough. “Thank you.”

“So, you’re taking her, then?” she asked again. “That’s your final decision?”

“Yes.”

She pulled out her phone and made a few notes. “I’ll arrange for her gown and have Frans take care of her hair and makeup. She is a pretty girl—but we’ve got to make those features show.”

Back to business, like usual. “Her features already show. But now we’ll make them pop.”

I returned to Stirling Castle late that evening after I finished a meeting in downtown Glasgow. I’d been gone all day, and I wondered what London had been up to since I’d been away. She usually stayed in the bedroom most of the time, wanting to avoid the other men I employed. They were instructed not to touch her unless necessary, but I understood her unease around them when I wasn’t near.

I greeted the men in the drawing room before I went upstairs to the royal chambers. I reeked of cigars and scotch, but I liked the smell from time to time. Brought back memories from a long time ago.

I walked inside and found her sitting in the living room, a book in her lap. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, and her legs were crossed, looking elegant. She hadn’t heard the door, so I took the opportunity to stare at her in her natural state.

She licked her fingers before she turned the page, and I found even that arousing. “Hello, Lovely.”

Her head snapped and she looked over her shoulder, seeming embarrassed that I caught her off guard. “You were gone for a long time…” She closed the book and left it in her lap.

“Had a few meetings.” I sat in the chair beside her, my arm moving over the back of the couch and resting against her neck. She wore leggings and a t-shirt with her hair in a braid. Even in shapeless clothes, she was still beautiful.

She didn’t flinch at my proximity. She just accepted it—like she was supposed to. “You smell like a cigar.”

“I had a few.”

“Smoking is bad for you. Or do Scots not believe that?”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “Didn’t realize you cared so much about my well-being.”

“I don’t.” She set the book aside, breaking eye contact with me. “Just hope you don’t smell like cigars all the time. Not my favorite scent.”

“Have you ever had one?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

“I’ll pass.” She rested her hands in her lap.

I stared at her lips and noticed the plumpness of her mouth. I had kissed her countless times, but I always wanted more. My hand moved to the back of her head, and I held her in place as I leaned in and kissed her. The second I touched her, I felt the electricity course through my veins. Even soft kisses, the tender and sensual kind, brought me to my knees. I wasn’t sure if it was her, me, or both of us together.

Her lips moved with mine slowly, slightly trembling at the touch. She took a deep breath, her chest rising against me. When she breathed into my mouth, I felt the heat of her embrace. I knew these kisses made her tremble just the way they made me tremble.

I pulled away then ran my fingers through her hair as I looked her in the eye. “I have a dinner to go to Saturday evening. I’d like you to accompany me.”

She opened her mouth to argue or ask questions, but she abruptly closed it again, knowing she didn’t have any say in the matter.

I actually pitied her. “You can speak freely.” My fingers continued to move through her soft hair, and I realized I missed her. I missed the smartass comments she used to make. I even missed the way she would insult me so easily. I missed the fiery, strong, and fierce woman I abducted months ago.

“What’s the catch?” she whispered.

“There is no catch. I want you to be yourself—sometimes.”

“How generous of you…” She stared at me coldly.

I leaned in and kissed her again, curious to see what she would do. Like I suspected, she kissed me back with the same passion, the same sexy sensuality as before. Her body always reacted to mine in the same way, like she was susceptible to our chemistry.

It made me wonder if everything she said were just words—forced attitude.

“Ariel has arranged your gown and everything else. We’ll leave for Edinburgh late on Saturday afternoon.”

“How far is Edinburgh?”

“An hour. Usually less with my driver.” I chuckled to myself.

London glanced at my lips, as if she wanted another kiss. “So what is this dinner we’re going to?”

“It’s for Holyrood Week. That’s when Scotland welcomes Her Majesty for a celebration. There is a parade during the day, festivities in the afternoon, and then the grand dinner later at the Palace of Holyroodhouse. Lord Provost of Scotland will recognize Scotland residents for their remarkable achievements throughout the year.”

Her jaw popped open in shock. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” My fingers continued to explore her hair, obsessed with it.

“Like, this is a royal event?”

“I suppose.” I’d been doing these sorts of things all my life. I took them for granted.

“So…are you like a prince or something?”

“God, no,” I said with a scoff. “And don’t ever call me one. I’m related to the royal family, but I have no function in parliament.”

She still looked confused. “I don’t understand.”

“The Queen of England is the leader of England, but she’s actually just a figurehead. The prime minister is actually in charge of all matters as head of state. Same thing.”

“Oh, I guess…” She fidgeted with her fingers like she couldn’t sit still. “I don’t think I’m the best person to take to this sort of thing.” Since I’d given her a grace period, she didn’t have to obey me without question. “I don’t know anything about the customs or even how to curtsy.”

“You don’t have to curtsy to anyone. A handshake is fine.”

“I can shake the queen’s hand?” she asked incredulously.

“It would be awfully rude if you didn’t since I’m going to introduce you.”

“Oh my god…” She covered her mouth with her hand like she could hardly believe it. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea. I’m going to embarrass you.”

I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, feeling her melt at my touch. “You could never embarrass me. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

For the first time ever, her expression softened. She looked at me with slightly parted lips and friendly eyes. There were no walls around her heart and soul. There were no games, no defenses. But once the moment passed, the fortifications returned once again. “I just…I don’t know how to act. I don’t know what to say.”

“I’ll be there with you. So don’t worry about it.”

“Why don’t you take one of your regulars?” Her tone hardened toward the end.

I cocked my head to the side. “Is that jealousy again?”

“For the last time, I’m not jealous.”

“I think you are.” I smiled because I enjoyed the idea of her growing upset when she pictured me with other women. “And I don’t want to take them. I want to take you.”

“Not even your French diplomat?”

I told her about Sasha? I couldn’t even recall the conversation. And if I couldn’t remember it, it was a shock that she did. “Sasha?”

“Whatever her name is,” she said coldly. “Wouldn’t you want to take her to this thing?”

“She’s already met the queen—multiple times. And no, I’d rather take you.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

My fingers moved to her neck. “No.” I gave her a firm stare, telling her there was no way around it. “You can bitch and moan, though. Until I tell you your time is up.”

London knew complaining was a waste of time. “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. Just be yourself.”

“So I should walk in there and tell everyone that I’m being held against my will?” She challenged, being the smartass she was.

I missed that fiery attitude. “If you did, I think everyone would assume you were crazy.”

“Not if they know you…”

I leaned in and gave her another kiss, wanting something to hold me over while I showered. “I’m going to shower. When I get out, we’re back to what we were.”

She kissed me with the same sensuality even though she didn’t have to.

And that really made me feel like a king.