Chapter 5- A Queen Never Begs

Amberleigh had thought seeing her men both naked, hard, standing side by side, awaiting her command, had been the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever seen. But them standing side by side , wearing little, and washing the dishes proved pretty fucking alluring. Amber got turned on just by watching Grayson and Leo clean up the efficiency kitchen in the panic room while they both insisted she didn’t lift a finger. A queen could get used to such treatment indeed.

Amber propped up her bare feet on the black, marble coffee table with some sweet tea and enjoyed the show. She doubted the billionaire had done much cleaning throughout his life, while her chef on the other hand always cleaned up his own messes. Leo washed and rinsed while Grayson dried and put away. The friends talked shit while they did it, each claiming to have a faster and superior car in their collection.

Amber took control of the remote for the big screen TV but wasn’t really watching the survival show it’d landed on. She was enjoying her live entertainment far too much. Particularly every time Leo faced away from her, like bending down to clean a counter. He still had nothing but an apron on. She was sure to tell him he’d missed a spot several times just to watch him lean over again. Grayson started sweeping the floor and Amber really wished she had her smart watch to record such a momentous occasion. She wanted to savor it.

When the boys were almost done with their clean up, she decided to take a quick shower. If more fun things happened, she’d be ready all shower fresh. By the time she reappeared into the sitting area, her men had reclaimed the remote and were sprawled out on the couch, but they immediately parted for her, made her a spot right in the middle. Leo had no problems chilling and watching TV. But it soon became clear to Amber that her workaholic baby daddy was struggling with the concept.

Grayson fidgeted on the couch, tapped his fingers on the arm. She even caught him looking towards his smart watch out of habit more than once, well towards his wrist where it usually sat. She figured he was going through withdrawals without it. It was like a permanent fixture attached to him, he always wore the fucking thing.

“You’re about to crack aren’t you? You’ve gone like a whole day without your watch. I doubt the company is still standing without you,” Amber said.

“Relax G-Man. Like we used to do remember. Watch this high quality show about the booming criminal industry.”

Amber snorted. The shows about law enforcement taking calls out on patrol never went out of style. They’d just witnessed an entertaining foot chase, which ended badly for the suspect whom picked the wrong back yard fence to hop. The homeowner had a protective breed of dog. The suspect bit off more than he could chew. But the canine certainly hadn’t.

Grayson sighed and pulled his eyes from the screen, “I can go without my watch. I’ve done it before. Don’t be dramatic,” he argued.

“The three days you were being held for ransom doesn’t count as a digital cleanse period Grayson. It wasn’t voluntary.”

He crossed his arms, “I need it for work. I’m the president of the railroad need I remind you.”

Amber rolled her eyes. Though she had to admit she was growing a bit bored herself. Leo was reclined back like he didn’t have a care in the world, satisfied and content and gloriously naked once again. He’d ditched his apron back in the kitchen. Grayson was still draped in nothing but a towel. He was by far the more modest of the two.

Amber decided subtlety wasn’t the way to play this afternoon. It was still over an hour until the staff would vacate the penthouse and only God knew how long until the cunt did. Grayson might have just planned to stroll out in his towel and not give a fuck about Courtney’s opinion on the matter. She really didn’t know his game plan.

And right now, Amber had other things on her mind. She couldn’t help but feel things would get a lot more fucking complicated when the three of them left this panic room. Now might have been all they would have left to enjoy each other, before the trio was once again reduced to a couple. And she intended to make the most of it.

She looked over at Leo, “Do you want to fuck again?”

“Need you really ask me that question Love? I’m always ready to fuck you.”

She turned towards Grayson, “Do you want to fuck me again?”

She could see the hesitation on his face. Still worried about losing control. But she wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

“I very much want to fuck you again Amber. But perhaps now is not the best time for it.”

She nodded, “Okay. Suit yourself then. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Amber crawled onto Leo’s lap and traced his lips with her tongue. When he opened for her, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Her naked sex grinded against his. He was already growing taut beneath her and her pussy was already moist. He was easy as fuck.

Amber thought three O Leo needed a new nickname. True, the spicy chef often gave her multiple orgasms in a row, but he was also turned on and hard in three seconds flat. Ready to go Leo perhaps? She laughed at the feel of his hard cock creeping closer towards her wet entrance. His fingers crept closer to her nipples, leaving her hair he’d entangled them in.

Amber moaned when his tip pressed into her clit with unmistakable intent. He laughed in return, a sexy growl from deep within his throat. Yes, the cocky chef knew exactly what he was doing to further ignite that fire in her core.

Amber rubbed her fingers over his bristled scalp which she loved the sensation of. She’d spent many nights just stroking his head, well stroking his other head had often followed. Both caused him great pleasure. He purred his approval and thrust his cock harder between her wet, warm valley. Up and down her ridges his shaft explored eagerly.

Her fingers probed the tight muscles of his back. Squeezing, tickling, tracing. She chuckled at his shiver beneath her touch, before her tongue entered his mouth roughly again. Despite the closeness of their bodies, nearly bare chest to chest, the chef still somehow managed to snake his nimble fingers down across her pubic bone, coming to a delicious stop on her pleasure junction.

Amber was so wrapped up in the feeling of Leo’s fingers stoking the flames within her, she’d nearly forgotten Grayson was only inches away on the couch beside them. At least until she felt his weight shift.

“Do the two of you always fuck like rabbits?” he asked.

She snorted caught off guard, “It was a long six weeks. Lots of time to make up for.”

Leo grinned fiendishly, “And with a pussy as good as hers, who could blame me?”

“You should know, you’ve been there,” she said, “And would you agree with him?”

Amber continued to move her hips against Leo, but she looked over at Grayson. She wanted to have fun with this.

“You are certainly talented in the bedroom. I’ll give you that.”

“And the couch. And the table. And the shower,” added Leo, “you’re a fucking Goddess. Smart. Beautiful. Strong. Sexy.”

Amber smiled. Leo appreciated her and her many talents. She could stand to hear him list more of her attributes but her chef lost his breath and train of thought when she allowed his large cock to enter her. She worked his member hard, but somehow managed to keep her next words even. Even though she was growing breathless herself.

“Say it Grayson. Say I’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” Amber demanded smugly.

“You’re the best I’ve ever fucking had,” her billionaire replied without hesitation.

She smiled at him convinced he’d phrased it incorrectly on purpose. He wasn’t just talking about her pussy Amber suspected.  She ran a manicured nail down his cheek, tracing the shape of his jaw, then across his lips. He opened his lips and sucked her finger into his mouth.

“Good boy. Good things come to those who wait.”

Down below, her chef’s juicy cock struck her g-spot,  as she took him deeper inside her. Amber moaned at the pulsating pleasure cascading over her body. Leo latched onto her hips, taking control, to plunge into her harder. Striking that golden spot again and again. She climaxed hard, taking Leo with her. Grayson stole the moans from her lips when he crushed his against hers. He stole her breath and stole a feel of her heaving breasts. Not that she was complaining though.

Grayson still didn’t have the whole waiting his turn concept down, but she really couldn’t blame the man. Her pussy was that good. She rode Leo until the last twitch of her body, until they both panted and stilled. Grayson’s kisses had moved to her neck, tasting every inch on the way down. One peek over, down at the flimsy white fabric of the towel was enough to confirm he was stiff as a board waiting to nail her. Both of her men were fucking easy, or perhaps she was just that fucking good. She could probably get their dicks to rise just by command.

She allowed her subject to continue his barrage of kisses and touches, as she remained on his best friend’s lap. She made no move to go to him just yet, nor did she touch him in return. He did need to learn to share, to be patient, and to do as he was fucking told. His queen did not like to be disobeyed. But loyalty and obedience were well rewarded in her court indeed.

And Leo was by far the most obedient subject. She gave him a wicked smile, then a fierce kiss which left him breathless and wanting more. Grayson sucked on the base of her throat, but Amber continued to focus on the man right in front of her. She slipped her hand down between their slick bodies and grabbed his dusky cock. He groaned and shuddered, still engorged and extra sensitive. She stroked his shaft in a long, firm motion.

“Obedience is well rewarded,” she said, “I’m going to pleasure you now Leo.”

Grayson’s breaths came just as roughly as if he were the one being played with. His blue eyes gazed up into hers, as he paused above her nipple.

“May I make you come?” he asked.

Amber grinned. He was learning.

“Not just yet,” she replied, “I want you first to pleasure yourself.”

The wicked part in her brain had longed for her to command him to pleasure Leo. But her heart overruled her head on that one. No matter how many unfulfilled fantasies doomed to remain only in her wildest dreams, she loved and respected Grayson too much to ever ask such a thing of him. It would be selfish of her, knowing he would not be comfortable with crossing that line with Leo. It was a position she was not going to place him in, downright cruel and unfair, to use his feelings for her like that. Healthy boundaries were key, and she would allow both her men to set and keep theirs.

Grayson said nothing, but he kept his gaze on her as he reached beneath his towel and grabbed onto his cock. The outline of his palm moving up and down beneath the fabric was doing good things to her imagination. She imagined the way he felt, the hardness and size of his growing member. She could taste him on her tongue. Remembered the way he tasted, the feel of every dip and curve of him beneath her touch.

But his queen didn’t like having that delicious view denied to her. Even as she felt Leo beneath her fingertips, made his pretty mouth grunt, made his beautiful cock weep, she wasn’t fully sated.

“Uncover yourself to me. I want to watch,” she ordered.

“As you wish.”

Grayson pulled open the towel. She bit her lip, stroked Leo harder, as she watched Grayson pumped his thick cock nice and slow. It was almost torture really. The way he looked right at her as he pleasured himself languidly. He would obey her command but also with his own streak of rebellion and defiance.

Leo cried out as he shot his warm juices onto her hand and belly. He collapsed back into the couch spent. Amber smiled at him, her job well done by the serene look on his face. By his still spewing cock. She returned her attentions back to her billionaire. He was still rubbing himself maddeningly slow and watching her the entire time.

“Faster,” she commanded.

He palmed himself quicker. Amber dismounted her stallion and settled next to him. Still covered in sweat and sticky juices, she opened her thighs to let some air in to help cool the burn. But watching Grayson tugging on his own shaft, his eyes never leaving hers, certainly wasn’t helping her cool down.

“Does this please you?” he dared to ask.

He knew it did. Cocky bastard knew he was turning her on without even touching her. He leaned closer never breaking his stride. He was a man used to having the throne, ruling, and change wouldn’t fucking come easy. But did she really want him to be entirely obedient? To fully submit to her? Leo was already fucking whipped for sure.

“Do you like it?” he asked, “like watching me fuck myself. Are you imagining the way I feel inside you?”

Oh fuck. Amber was on the verge of losing her control. Of begging him to fuck her without mercy. But a queen never begged. She commanded.

“Harder.”

Grayson’s face was the picture of calm, calculated control. The only signs he was affected at all came by his uneven breathing and leaking of precum from his tip. He gripped himself tighter with a grunt . His strokes no longer lazy and carefree, now full of purpose and intent as Amber watched.

“Do you like the way I fill you up inside? Like this?”

His grasp around his bulging, large cock increased still. He guided himself in and out of his hand fast and hard. Amber’s body burned. It longed to feel that plump fullness inside her rather than be wasted. And he fucking knew it too. But two could play this fucking game. And only one could come out on top.

“Do you want me to come now?” he asked.

“No. You only come when I command it.”

Leo snorted beside them, “Oh fuck. I’m going to come again myself if you keep talking like that.”

“I’ll allow it. Allow you to come for me Leo. Touch yourself.”

If Grayson seemed bother by that fact, he never let on. He continued to thrust against his cupped palm while Leo began to stroke himself also. Both men were slick in their own juices, gliding easily against their own skin to skin. Amber enjoyed the view of both her men jerking themselves off at her command. Grayson had to be close, though his face was still that mask of indifference. He would fuck himself to the finish line and probably enjoy the way he had made her squirm. The way he had denied her what she truly wanted. Just who the fuck was playing who here? Those lines seemed to be blurred.

“Come inside me Grayson,” she gave as a final command.

He smiled a break in that stone façade. Fuck him. He had won this battle at least. But right now Amber didn’t care as she opened her legs to him, allowed him to take her. One, long, slow thrust inside her. She cried out. He smiled again, before he buried himself to the hilt inside her once more. In and out, slow and deep, over and over.

“Come inside me. Make me come,” she rasped out.

That smile of his was infuriating. It was sexy as fuck. His thrusts were powerful, yet still unbearably slow. Denying her. He was still the fucking king.

“Tell me how you want it Amber.”

“Without mercy. Please,” she uttered.

Grayson slammed inside her and fulfilled the wish of his true queen. He filled her over and over again. Made her whole, then shattered her into thousands of pieces as her body exploded. A queen never begged or bowed, except to her king…