Kingdom

by W.S. Greer

So, non-readers may laugh at me, but I feel bad for them, because not having a favorite author to set your mind on fire sounds like hell to me.

“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?”

“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.”