Throne of Power: Chapter 19
Rai lowers herself so she’s kneeling between my open legs.
I’m barely paying attention to what the Italians are discussing with Adrian. All I can focus on is the woman in front of me in nothing but a provocative see-through nightgown.
My gaze slides back to the rosy nipples peeking through the red material. My mouth waters like a fucking horny teenager. All my urges culminate in the need to take those nipples in my mouth, suck on them, and bite down until she makes that startled, needy sound.
My chain of thoughts is interrupted when she reaches for my belt with sure yet slightly shaky hands.
I should stop her, take the laptop, and go to the balcony. Or, better yet, I could turn her toy on and torture her a bit for my own pleasure, but I’m frozen in place. My limbs don’t move even when I order them to.
A deep part of me wants to see how far she’ll take this and where exactly she wants to go. Rai’s never initiated anything between us—sexual or not. She might appear like she’s stronger than the world and a rebellious soul, but she’s a traditionalist in the Russian way Nikolai brought her up.
Which will make exploring what she’s truly capable of even more fun.
She undoes my belt faster than expected, then proceeds to undo the button and the zipper. Her brows are drawn in concentration as she sets out on her mission.
“Kyle will be able to get the information as soon as possible.” The sound of my name coming from Adrian temporarily steals my focus.
“Yes,” I say in a voice that’s surprisingly calm, considering I’m hardening faster than a pubescent kid during his first time. “I only need detailed descriptions of the places you have in mind.”
I stifle a groan as Rai takes my dick out of my boxer briefs in her small hands. All the blood rushes to my groin, and my thought process scatters into thin air. Thank fuck it’s not a video conference, or my lust would be visible for everyone to see.
Rai gives me a coy smile as she crawls closer on her knees then licks her lower lip in a suggestive way. Holy fuck. Who knew there was this side to the uptight Rai? Or that she would willingly get on her knees for me?
She does a long lick, sliding her tongue from the base of my dick to the crown.
This time, I hit mute on the laptop and let out a grunt. She does it again and I grab my nape, bunching her hair around my fingers. “Are you going to fondle me for long, Princess?”
She moans, continuing her slow and unhurried licking. “Mmmm.”
“If you don’t do something in the next two seconds, I’m going to use that mouth.”
“Kyle?”
My name coming from the laptop makes me hit unmute. She smiles against my skin, licking it up and down like it’s a fucking lollipop. Her fingers fondle my balls with a finesse that matches the rhythm of her lips and tongue.
“I’ll have the necessary measures in place,” I manage to say even though I have no fucking clue what I just agreed to.
Rai might be on her knees between my legs, but she’s holding me by the balls—literally and figuratively.
She takes me in her mouth, only for a second before she releases me with a pop, then goes back to licking and playing her bloody games with me.
“We need guards in front of the downtown club twenty-four-seven,” one of the Italians says. If someone put a gun to my head and made me guess which one of the three we’re talking with, I wouldn’t for the life of me be able to pinpoint him.
“If we gather all our players in one place, it’ll seem suspicious,” I reply, then mute myself as my fingers slowly sneak into Rai’s hair and I snatch away the pins keeping it pulled up in a bun.
Blonde, shiny strands cascade over her shoulders, but she doesn’t stop her task.
“You’re boring me.” I pretend to yawn. “If you can’t play the role, don’t get on your knees.”
Her eyes light up with that spark that usually means she’s up to a challenge and will stop at nothing to win.
She slides me to the back of her throat, and even though I’m too big for her little mouth, she diligently tries to take in as much as possible. Thank fuck for the mute option because without it, the men on the other side would hear my groan that matches her moan simultaneously.
“Fuuuck.” My head falls back against the sofa as she sucks me off vigorously, though not as noisily and experimentally as the vibe she gave off when she first walked into the room.
My blood boils at the thought of her doing this with another man before me. These lips belong to me. Rai belongs to me, and anyone who dares to challenge that fact will be shot dead in his fucking sleep.
It’d be the easiest kill I would ever have to make.
I stare down at her, still holding her hair hostage, as her head bobs up and down. Her movements aren’t as fast as I prefer, but her determined expression and persistent moves make up for it.
“What time can you go to the club, Kyle?” Adrian asks me.
I unmute myself but keep my finger on the button as I manage to get out, “Nine a.m.”
I mute myself again, but Rai releases my dick with a pop, licking her bottom lip, then slides her tongue to the upper one.
“Is your game over?” I breathe out.
“No.” She runs her hand up and down my shaft. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Bloody fucking hell.
I nearly come right then and there, but my dick can’t pass up the invitation. I don’t give her time to change her mind as I wrap my hand around her hair, grabbing it in a fist as I slam my cock to the back of her throat.
Her eyes water, which means her gag reflex has been triggered, but she doesn’t try to fight me off, even though that’s the most instinctive thing to do.
So I keep it there, confiscating her air and her damn character, which is a lot stronger than I gave her credit for.
Her face reddens and tears run down her cheeks, but she doesn’t attempt to break eye contact. Her fingers latch onto my thighs, for support more than anything.
I pull out of her and she gasps, drool sliding down her chin and lips trembling.
“How many guards will you bring, Kyle?” Adrian asks.
I glide my dick along her lips, dampening them with pre-cum. “Open.”
She does, her lips forming an O to take me in even though she’s glaring up at me.
The knowledge that this spitfire of a woman is on her knees in front of me, allowing me to fuck her mouth, makes me harden even more, which should be impossible considering I was already about to spill all over her visible rosy nipples.
“Ten max,” I manage in a semi-normal tone before I mute myself again and thrust until I reach the back of her throat.
Rai whimpers, her nails digging into my thighs so hard they nearly break through the cloth and the skin. I hold her head in place by her hair and ram in and out of her mouth. I keep my dick at the back for some time, grabbing her hair tightly to not allow her to move. Every time I do that, fresh tears spill down her cheeks and drool mars her translucent skin.
I don’t stop, though. I do it over and over again, offering her the punishment she nearly begged for last night.
Unlike what she probably expected, I don’t come fast. I hold it in, fucking her mouth as thoroughly as possible so when she gets on her knees again, she’ll only think of this moment where she’s staring up at me as if I’m holding her life between my two hands.
Which might as well be the case.
I keep her in place as my release hits me, tightening my balls and back muscles. I spill all over her tongue and lips.
“Swallow.” I pull my dick away and grip her chin with my index finger, then close her mouth. “Don’t waste a drop.”
She does, gulping, but her eyes never leave mine. The fucking stubbornness this woman holds knows no limit. She’s still on her knees in front of me, hair in disarray, tears, drool, and a streak of cum staining her face, but she looks at me as if she’s the one who brought me to my knees.
Which might as well be the case.
She might have won this battle, but she’ll never win the war.
One of the Italians addresses me again. I release her hair and unmute the microphone on my computer as I tuck myself in.
Rai rises to her feet and juts her chin in my direction before she heads to the bathroom.
I keep watching her retreating back and how the nightgown molds to her arse, revealing the line of her black panties with every gentle sway of her hips.
My dick rises back to life, turning semi-hard against the confines of my boxers. Fuck. It’s become pussy-whipped in no bloody time.
I continue my conference call, faintly noticing that Rai heads straight to bed after she cleans up in the bathroom. She doesn’t look in my direction or attempt to say anything.
By the time I’m finished, the only thought that’s lodged in my mind is to join her.
I remove my trousers and shirt, remaining in my boxer briefs, and slip in behind her.
Her breaths are even, eyes closed.
Why did she fall asleep so fast? She didn’t even ask about removing the toy.
Throwing the covers away, I reach between us and lift her nightgown to her waist then pull down her knickers.
I’m momentarily distracted by the gorgeous globes of her backside and grab one cheek in my hand. She moans, burying her head in the pillow.
“This arse will be mine,” I murmur to her sleeping form. “Soon.”
Getting to the task, I slowly part her legs and pull out the toy. While I love having a hold on her, it’s not hygienic to keep it in all day and all night long.
She moans again, this time her finger teasing her nipple over the see-through fabric in a gentle rhythm. And now I’m hard.
Fuck.
Not that I can do anything about it with her fast asleep like this. I throw the toy on the carpet and attempt to wrap my arms around her. It would make my dick’s situation worse, not better, but that’s a detail I can live with.
Rai rolls around so her head is lying on my bicep and her hand rests on my arm. I take a moment to study her peaceful features. Her hair falls on my skin and her lips part the slightest bit. She looks so different when she’s asleep—angelic, even.
If only she were as compliant when she’s awake. But who am I kidding? This is the version of her that always grabbed me by the gut. There’s nothing I would change about her personality—even if she can be infuriating.
I pull her into me so our heads are lying across from each other.
Leaving this woman behind will probably be the hardest part of my mission once I’m done.