Drama Queen // Otto Hightower // Thea Queen

23. You're My Brat

Roy and Adrian were flirts, they adored Thea. Of course they did. She was young fresh blood in old town. Married to their father but that could be ignored. Otto saw his sons with her and he thought she would love the attention, it would make her happy and she could love them and hate him because she didnt choose him. But she still had that almost distant look in her eye when she turned away from them. He needed to know what was wrong. He couldnt this, it was like she was dying on the inside and he couldnt help her, save her from whatever was going on because she wouldnt tell him. 

Thea sat silently across from Otto at the table poking at her food before getting up and bringing her plate with her. His chambers were spacious but not spacious enough to hide from the secret eating her alive. 

 "Thea... Don't you fucking dare." Otto warned rising with her. 

"Don't what?" she asked barely above a whisper. His beautiful wife watched him with storms lingering behind her normally brilliant blue green eyes, dulling them to a shade of gray he hated seeing, he had seen it when her mother was around. He had seen it more frequently these past few fortnights. 

Otto knew she was struggling with something, but she hadn't brought it up. Part of him wanted to tie her to the bed make her tell him, keep her hostage in his arms. The rational part of Otto knew how deep Thea's pride went and although he did not have much confidence in their marriage to know she would come to him when she was ready, he hoped that she would. That she wouldnt bare whatever was killing her silently bottled up. 

But Otto would have been lying if he tried to deny that the longer he saw Thea's darkened gaze without her confiding in him, without saying a snarky comment, just drifting farther away, the more his worry grew. 

So, he bit back the demand don't you fucking dare hide from me anymore and settled for something a little safer. 

"Don't you dare walk away from me." Otto begged, he meant it to sound more demanding, more controlling but it was a plea from his lips to her ears. 

 "I'm just cleaning up." Thea corrected and Otto hissed out a tight breath at her blatant lie.   "Otto, I'm just in a mood and don't want to sit here and pout about it. So, can you just...." Theas words drifted, she didnt know what she just wanted him to do.  "You forget I'm a moody immature little girl. I can't handle... this." She offered a blanket excuse. This. This being everything and nothing all at once. 

 It was a half-truth, and Otto's mind tried to work overtime to fill in the gaps about what had her in so many moods, it was endless he supposed but it was different. This was different he had grown to love the sassy mouth, sharp tongued woman that consumed his nights, this was something else and He didnt know what. He needed to know what so he could help her, so he could fix whatever was broken between them and try again. 

 He moved closer turning her to face him, crowding her petite body under his height. Not that it made her cower. No. Otto's wife stood tall with her chin high in the air, her hair shining like a beacon under his shadow. He thought he saw a flicker of the thea he knew. He brought a gentle hand to her cheek and her eyes fluttered closed. 

"The thing is, Thea," he said softly, "I like you sassy mouthed and sharp tongued, I have grown to love your whiplash moods." Thea's eyes opened meeting his gaze. 

She held his gaze and continued to hold his gaze even as he took step after step, backing her up until she bumped into the table. She didnt want to open up, she wanted to stay locked up and hidden away. 

"Would you like to know why?" Otto pondered as he lifted her slightly sitting her on the table, his hands ran down her arms resting on her hips. 

"Not really," Thea answered, barely getting the words out past a thick swallow or nerves or excitement or trying to stay locked away and not let anyone in Otto didnt know but he offered her a taunting slow smile.

"Because while you see your immaturity as a weakness, I see it as a reason to feel your bare ass under my palm." Otto remarked and Theas gaze changed.  "You have been push and pull since the moment we met and I understood that but I think you need a reminder."

"A reminder?" Thea countered. 

"You flirting with my boys." Otto remarked. Thea chuckled. 

"Was that flirting?" Thea countered. 

"I love when you're a little brat, so I have the opportunity to watch your soft skin flush hot, burning red in the shape of my palm."

"I am not a brat." Thea corrected sternly. 

There was that confidence, that fire in her gaze. Her words defied him, but the breathy voice gave away how much she did want him and that made him happy to know he was still the one.

"My gorgeous wife," Otto murmured, stroking his thumb gently along the pounding pulse at her wrist. All of it just to lure her into a sense of calm while his other hand snapped out to grip her hip hard. He pulled her closer and her gaze jumped from his hand to his face. "You're my brat."

 Then he whirled her around, pinning her hips to the hard table with him. He skated his hand up her spine, up into her hair and shoved her forward. Leaning over her back, he pinned her hand to the table with a silent order to stay before moving his palm over her small curves to her ass. 

"Your brother calls you drama Queen, says you have been Drama since you were a little girl... then maybe you need to be punished like a little girl." Otto remarked tugging at the strings of her dress. She gasped when he roughly jerked her dress down over her hips.

"I'm not a little girl." Thea corrected. "I dont deny being Drama." she added. "I may be Drama-" Otto had never seen anyone manage a breathy gasp through clenched teeth until he met Thea Queen. 

She was everything all wrapped up in one. She was a bossy bitch and a kind soul. She was need and want. She was insecure and confident. She was pleasure and pain. She was dominance and submission. And she was all his.

"But I'm still Royalty." Thea purred. 

"There she is." Otto whispered as she stood up staring back at him completely exposed. She reached up pulling him to her, kissing him pushing him back to the bed. 

"Were you really going to spank me?"