Kingdom

by W.S. Greer

people often confuse intense passion and honesty with being crazy when the subject is a woman.

“There you go again, trying to make me fall for you on the first date.” “The only place I’d want you to fall for me is to your knees.”

“Fuck dinner,” he answers. “You're the only thing I’m hungry for. You're all I want to eat … and I’m gonna devour you.”

“I fought for you because no man should ever put his hands on a woman. Any woman, but especially my woman.”

“I do think you're fucked up, and that’s what makes you special. I’m fucked up, too. The world’s most interesting people have always been a little fucked up. Let’s see just how fucked up we can be together.”

“Because in this Kingdom, the queen is more powerful than the king,” Nas explains. “No matter what scene we’re doing or what kinks we’re exploring, never forget that you're the queen, and without your approval, nothing moves. It doesn't matter what the king wants or how badly he wants it. Without permission from his queen, even the king is powerless. I’m paralyzed until you give me strength. I’m dead until you give me life. You are my queen, Alina. Do you understand?”

but I want to be his good girl. I want to please my Sir. I want to show him just how much pain I’m willing to endure to make him happy.

“No, I don't think so. Don't you dare hide from me. Give me your mouth. Open it for me, Baby Girl. I own that fucking mouth.”

“You know I love you, right?” Nas growls as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing tight, hard muscles. I suck in a breath, shocked by seeing him like this after so long. God I missed this. “Yes, Sir,” I answer. “Good,” Nas says, before stepping closer. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”