FULL NOVELXO Queens and Monsters: Chapter 19
I felt like I was drowning in Dray. In the darkness. In the water all around me. Intellectually I knew I was soaking alone in a tub filled to the brim. But mentally I was somewhere else entirely. In my mind I was in a floating bathtub that had no anchor in space or time, surrounded by the blue veil of the Plane. Dray’s naked body sat behind me, his long legs on either side of mine, his strong arms around me.
“Shhh…” The sound seemed so real. As if Dray were right there. He pressed his thumb into the knotted muscles of my neck, working them loose. “Let the tension go.”
I could ask a million questions about how this was possible, or I could enjoy it. Following my own rules, acquired from a lifetime of rolling with the punches, I decided to enjoy now, ask questions later.
I sank into Dray, let him relax one muscle after the other while whispering words of praise in my ear. I wished he was really there, that I could take him to my bed and fall asleep in his arms.
“I miss you,” his words rumbled from his chest through my body. “I long for you.” His hands moved from my muscles to my breasts, kneading and weighing. “The ache never seems to end.”
Fate had taken hold of Dray hard. Part of me worried it was the Universe making him want me, that it wasn’t his true choice. I hoped that wasn’t the case because his presence in my life had changed me too. I felt like I finally belonged somewhere. I felt safe to be needed and needy.
His fingers found my nipples. He took one in each hand, circling, caressing, teasing.
“Dray!” I gasped, arching up for more. How was it possible this felt so real?
He tongued my ear. “I will have you like this. Here in this bath.”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Because I want you, Rhysa. I hope you want me, too.” He pinched and tugged.
I moaned. “I want you so much.” The hope in his sentence hit me. “You, Dray. I want you.” I guess he had the same worries as I did.
He sucked kisses behind my ear as he tortured my nipples with his fingers. “I know the pull of Fate is hard, but it isn’t fake. It takes something real and amplifies it for the good of Destiny. Come, Rhysa.”
Even though I thought I was still a ways off from orgasm, my inner muscles contracted and a soft orgasm struck at the command of his voice. He kept rolling my nipples while I writhed. As I came down from the clouds I felt his erection pressing against my backside.
“I thought it was better if we ignored Destiny.” Now that I was here, now that we were so far apart, I realized the wisdom of Dray’s desire to put off our relationship until things were clearer. How could we possibly be together? It only took a dinner for me to realize how impossible it would be to stay together.
“No one can outrun Destiny. We could have fought it harder, but in the end it would win.” He pulled me up his wet torso, draping me across his chest. With his feet, he pulled my legs wide open so the hot water could touch every inch of me.
“What are you doing?”
“Having you.” He eased me down a few inches, sinking me onto his hard cock. “Yes, just like this.” He stroked a little deeper inside, but at this angle it only allowed the head of his cock and maybe an inch more to fill me.
Not nearly enough to quell the ache that hadn’t eased inside me. “I need more, Dray.”
“I know. Just wait.”
I squirmed but attempted to remain patient as his fingers began to tease me again. This time between my legs. One set of fingers massaged the tip of my clit, while the other stroked down the rest of it, over and inside my folds. The pleasure was exquisite and my next orgasm began to build. With each stroke of his fingers the pleasure sent waves through my body and I began to rock and moan for more.
Somehow I felt fuller, liking the sensation, I kept rocking, thinking maybe the angle had changed and his cock was deeper. But then I realized that wasn’t what was happening at all. His magical cock was at it again, growing longer and thicker to fill me.
I gasped. “Dray!”
He shushed me. “The better you feel the more I can please you. My body responds to yours. It is made to pleasure you.” He moved one hand between my breasts to my throat, holding me captive against him. “So let me pluck your strings.” His fingers moved over my clit, back and forth, back and forth. “Sing for me, dear Rhysa.” And then up to my breasts to pluck them too.
Without his mouth on me, I felt every tug, every pinch. It made the experience more raw, dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain, especially with his massive cock filling me completely now.
I moaned and gasped for him as he plucked at me. I called out his name and begged for even more. He did this to me. Made me needy and desperate for things I never knew I wanted—his mouth, his cock, his commands.
He eased back, his cock sliding an inch or two out, pressing thick against every nerve and pleasure point inside my channel. Then pressed back in, stretching me wide. So slow. So delicious.
“I like you like this. Spread for me, tits in the air, mine to play with.” He released my throat and tugged on both nipples at the same time. I gasped and arched, his cock moving slowly in and out at the same time. “So slick and wet for me.” His fingers moved through my folds again, around his cock, then back up to my nipple to torture me some more. “Tomorrow night will be your turn.”
“My turn?” My hips began to rock on their own. I couldn’t stop them if I tried. I wasn’t even sure one of Dray’s mind-altering commands could. I wanted to orgasm and I wanted it now.
“I’ll come to you again tomorrow. To your bed. And you can have me any way you want. I give myself to you.”
“We can’t do this forever.”
He drove deep, filling me completely, the stretch almost painful. “Why not? You’re where you need to be.” He drew back and stroked inside me again. “I’m where I need to be.” He stroked harder and faster. “And we get to be together at night. I don’t see the downside.”
And even though it felt an awful lot like Dray’s cock was filling me over and over, like his body surrounded mine, I knew it wasn’t real. “I want to smell you. To taste you.”
He groaned, slamming inside again. “When you say that all I can picture is my dick in your mouth.”
We hadn’t done that yet. I was a little afraid of it. But even as the fear whispered through my mind, it disappeared. His body was made to please me. Everything would be fine. Better than fine. It would be amazing.
“We’ll be together again soon. Antyne promised you could come and go as you please, remember?” He picked up speed.
He was right. One day soon we’d really be in the same room together. For now, imaginary-yet-real sex would have to do in the meantime. “Oh god, I’m close, Dray.”
“Come when you’re ready.”
His steady, brutal strokes filled me over and over and I came on a scream, but he didn’t relent. One arm came over my middle, holding me against him as he thrust up and in, deeper, harder, faster. He stretched me even wider, his cock filling every inch of me. His grunts became roars only I could hear. His teeth sank into my shoulder, drawing no blood, only holding me to him in a new way that allowed him to stroke my clit, then pinch my nipples.
My channel squeezed his cock tight, sending waves of pleasure back out through my body. My own orgasm built but it was Dray’s that was quickly spinning out of control. He was possessed by it, chasing it harder and faster inside my body, his cock filling me so completely. Held open and exposed like this, my clit ached to be touched, the warm water around it not enough to satisfy. I was vulnerable. Captive. His.
“Give me your orgasm,” he demanded.
I keened, arched, exploded. Every muscle in my body tensed and my core trapped Dray’s enormous cock inside me, my muscles squeezing him into orgasm. I felt his cock twitch, the explosive heat as he spilled inside me. He remained impossibly hard as we both rocked and moaned through the aftershocks, his hand coming to pet me and massage himself through my folds.
“I wish I didn’t have to go, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” He eased slowly out of me. Then his hands massaged my neck again, his warmth surrounding me. “Sleep well, my Rhysa.”
And then I was very much alone again, in a steamy tub with swollen nipples and an ache for tomorrow night.