Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy #2)

The metal inside me is warming to body temperature, but it’s unyielding, much like the man who inserted it.

As soon as he’s cleaned up, Mount responds to the conversation and the dialogue continues. At this point, I’m clueless as to what’s being discussed. They could literally be talking about cloning unicorns, and I wouldn’t know. Mount’s hands grip my hips, and he flips me over onto my back before hitting Mute again.

“Before this call is over, I’m fucking either your mouth or ass. I’m feeling benevolent today, so even though you were late, I’ll let you decide.” He glances at the time on the phone. “You’ve got about five minutes to make your decision.”

Mouth or ass?

As I contemplate the choices, Mount leans down and circles my clit with his tongue, flicking the piercing. He hasn’t unmuted the call, so I buck upward at him, trying to fuck his face all the way to orgasm. Mount lifts his head and delivers a stinging smack to my pussy, just missing my new jewelry.

“My naughty secretary is trying to fuck my face and come before I get mine.” His eyes narrow on mine. “That’s the one thing I won’t let you get away with today. I’m taking a sweet piece of what belongs to me.”

He fucks my pussy with his tongue until someone directs a question to him and he unmutes the call again. “That’s acceptable. We can make that work.”

It’s clear the call is winding down, which means that so is my time to choose. I swore before that I wouldn’t kiss him, and he destroyed that boundary. I told him I wouldn’t go to my knees for him either, but considering the alternative and the fact that his cock is thicker than this plug, I know what choice I have to make.

Mount is breaking my rules one at a time, and with each one, I lose a part of the woman I’ve always been, but gain a piece of the woman I never knew I could be.

I finally understand the reason it’s called power exchange, but with Mount and me, it’s more accurately termed a power struggle.

He takes. I fight.

He threatens. I rebel.

He taunts. I argue.

It’s a never-ending cycle, and at this point, with his tongue teasing my entrance, I’m not sure I care to continue it today.

Instead, I bury my fingers in his hair and press upward, but one universal truth continues—Mount is stronger than me. He lifts his head, a wicked grin on his face as he plunges two fingers inside me.

“Agreed,” says the Japanese man.

“Agreed.” The Italian concurs.

“Agreed,” Mount says, but I have to wonder if he has any clue what he just committed to. “If that’s all, gentlemen, I’ve got another matter to attend to, and will follow up with any additional thoughts via email.”

Good-byes are exchanged, and Mount finally hangs up. He pulls his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean.

“Which is it? Ass or mouth?”

I lift my chin, reminding him there’s no way I can reply.

“You can point. If I’m fucking your ass, then there’s no need to remove the gag.” A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Smug asshole. He gains a ridiculous amount of enjoyment from taunting me. Mount expects me to rebel, even anticipates it. I’m beginning to recognize his tells, so that’s something.

I lift my hand. Using my middle finger, I point to the ball gag lodged in my mouth.

His expression flares with heat. “Fucking finally.”

His phone rings again, and he looks at the receiver.

“And you’re just in time for my next call.” His gaze pins mine. “Get on your knees.”

Again with the power struggle, but this time, I decide to throw him off track, since he thinks he knows exactly what to expect from me.

Not today.

Today, I’m going to show Mount what it’s like to have his iron-clad control over his body stolen from him.

I hope he doesn’t have any plans to pay attention to this next call, because he’s not going to remember a goddamned thing.





Mount





Her red hair doesn’t even begin to do justice to her temper. Keira Kilgore has a fierce fighting spirit, the likes of which I’ve never seen in a woman.

Her little middle-finger salute will earn her a punishment—her least favorite kind, I’m coming to realize. No orgasm. Then she’ll curse me, and I’ll have another reason to bend her over my lap and spank the round ass currently filled with a plug that’s still smaller than my dick, but we’re getting her stretched out.

Soon.

But first, I’m going to get something I’ve been waiting for since that very first night.

I lower myself back into my chair and nod at the floor between my spread legs. The flare of rebellion in her green gaze tells me that she has plans for me.

It’s exactly the test I need to prove to myself that no matter what happens, she doesn’t have the power to distract me from my business.

She is not a weakness, I vow as she hits her knees. I already feel triumph flowing in my veins as I unbuckle the gag from around the back of her head.

She stretches her jaw one way and then the other, no doubt stiff from wearing a gag for the first time, but I swear it won’t be the last. I don’t always need Keira mouthing off to tell me what she thinks of me; I can read it in her every expression. She has no shield. No mask. Everything is transparent on her face.

Right now, she’s thinking she can destroy my concentration and steal my control.

Never going to happen, hellion.

She does surprise me when she doesn’t attempt to speak. Maybe it’s the Spanish-accented words coming through the phone that I continue to answer with rote responses, or maybe it’s because she’s just that intent on her task. Either way, my quads tense when she flips open the button on my slacks, slides down the zipper, and my dick bobs free. Her red hair spills forward around her face, hiding my cock and her mouth from view.

Fuck that.

I’m going to watch as she takes every inch of me down her throat, even if I have to stand and guide it myself, teaching her the tricks to tame her gag reflex.

I bury my hands in her hair, pulling it away from her face as I help guide her movements. She laves the head of my dick with her tongue, and her unpracticed technique fills me with that same conqueror mentality I had when she admitted she’d never tried anal play.

How does it feel to be corrupted, Keira? I don’t ask the question aloud, instead asking it with my eyes, but she misses the taunt because her full attention is on my cock. I’m not about to complain about that.

What she lacks in skill, she makes up for with enthusiasm as she attempts to take me deep for the first time. She doesn’t come close to taking all of me. She tongues my cock as she retreats, and then jacks me off with her hand when she has to take a breath.

Fuck me if her clear inexperience doesn’t make me harder and push me to come faster than the most skilled mistress I’ve ever had.

My attention drifts away from the call as she tries to take me deeper each time, but gags before she swallows another inch.

Fuck.

Call be damned.