The Queen

Elle laughed softly and the sound of it surprised her. It was an arrogant, throaty laugh that sounded foreign to her own ears. Kingsley laughed like that while he mocked a trussed-up submissive when she squirmed or begged for mercy. It was a dominant’s laugh. A queen’s laugh.

She unbuttoned his jeans. Hidden in such a faraway corner of the stacks, she felt it was safe to touch him. If they got kicked out of the library for fooling around? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“You did miss me, didn’t you?”

He put his mouth at her ear. “I still think about that night, your birthday. When we were in the Rolls and—”

“I remember.”

“Fucking you...watching King and Søren fuck you... Jesus, I’ve known gay guys who didn’t love cock as much as you do.”

“They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“But you do,” Griffin said, tilting his pelvis forward to push his cock against her hand.

“I do want it. But on my terms.”

“What are your terms?” Griffin asked. She had a feeling he’d agree to anything at this point, including but not limited to committing felonies. Or, at the very least, a series of misdemeanors.

Elle looked up and met his eyes. He was so much taller than her but she didn’t care. She had his attention.

“I am not a submissive anymore, and I will not be treated like one. I kiss you. You do not kiss me. I top you. You do not top me. If you can play by these rules, we can play. If not? Game over.”

Griffin closed his eyes. He’d grabbed on to the bookshelves on either side of her arms, and gripped them as hard as she gripped him.

She slid her hand down his cock and wrapped all five fingers around the base, squeezing, holding, waiting. Griffin’s hips pulsed against her hand, fucking her fingers until he could fuck other parts of her.

“If you let me top you, we can fuck. Deal?” she asked.

The slightest cry or maybe it was a whimper escaped his lips. His eyes were shut tight as if he were in pain or in pleasure or in both. Didn’t matter to her except he better make up his mind fast before he ejaculated all over The Collected Novels of Willa Cather.

“No pain?” he asked. Griffin was no coward, but he was a recovering drug abuser. When he was in pain he wanted drugs to ease the pain. Even one strong painkiller could send him backsliding into the hard stuff again.

“No pain. I promise. Only other sorts of torture.”

“Fun torture?”

“There is no other kind of torture when you’re with me.”

Griffin took a shuddering breath as she ran her hand up and down his cock again.

“Deal.”

A smile crossed Elle’s face, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever smiled like that before, as if she were nothing but smile.

“Good boy.”

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Seven

THEY TOOK A cab to his new place in Chelsea where Griffin had moved three months ago. Inside the apartment he tossed the keys into a silver bowl and locked the door behind them. He offered a tour of the new digs but she declined. All she wanted to see was the bedroom and the bedroom did not disappoint. His bed was a king-size, low to the ground and minimalist. Black frame—padded black leather headboard, metal slatted footboard. The headboard was for cushioning the head during rough sex. The footboard was for bondage. She gave Griffin credit—the kid could decorate like a motherfucker. The coverlet and sheets were black, red and white. Apart from the bed he had nothing much else in his room except for a black leather Chesterfield sofa, the sort of sofa one fucked on if one were the sort to fuck on sofas, which Griffin was.

Elle stood facing the bed. Behind her, Griffin locked the door and came up to her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Anything.”

“I haven’t had sex with a man in over a year.”

Griffin grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. He looked at her as if she’d sprouted a second head.

“How are you even alive? Over a year without sex? How’s that even possible?”

“I was in a convent, Griffin. No men in convents.”

“Then order delivery. There are people who will bring the sex to your house.”

Elle laughed. “It’s okay. I said I hadn’t had sex with a man in over a year. I have had sex.”

His wide eyes widened even wider. If they got any wider, they’d fall out of his head.

“You fucked a girl.”

“Shh...don’t tell.”

Griffin fell sideways, collapsing on the bed.

“Griff?”

He rose up on his elbows. “Was she hot?”

“She was a twenty-one-year-old virgin with small breasts and long legs. And yes, she was hot.”

“She was a virgin until you?”

“Yes. I fisted her our first night together.”

Griffin gasped and looked down at his crotch.

“Oh, my God,” he said.

“What’s wrong?”

“My cock twitched. I didn’t know it could do that.”