The Queen's Pleasure

The confession

Carina dotted her neck with some perfume. She had asked Jo to send Maya to her room for dinner and Maya was probably on her way. She didn't need perfume, Maya always looked like she was a puppy on a leash for the queen, but that didn't mean she couldn't give Maya something more. It didn't mean she couldn't give Maya something pleasing.

Carina thought about how she was growing particularly fond of Maya, not just because of the sex, because yes, that was out of this world, but also because Maya was so very charming. She wanted to get to know her better, she craved her company, even in all the boring meetings she had to attend throughout the day. She wanted Maya beside her, or just in the room, so she could have an easy and pleasant distraction.

She suddenly felt uneasy remembering walking into the room this afternoon and finding Keisha on her knees in front of Maya, sucking her cock. Carina turned away from the mirror. That was her cock to suck, not Keisha's. Maya was hers and she wanted so badly to pleasure Maya that way. To take her in her mouth and watch her come undone. She wanted Maya to grab her hair and use her mouth. She wanted Maya to fuck her mouth the same way she fucks her cunt, hard and without restraint.

But alas, a queen never bows to anyone. And this was something Carina was still battling with. The growing need inside her to get down on her knees for Maya was becoming a problem. She found herself getting jealous of Keisha and why should a queen get jealous of anyone below her rank? A queen should be able to have all that she wants, even a certain cock, in her mouth, for that matter.

She sighed, she could feel her resolve crumbling. She wondered if Maya was the type of person to take it to her head, if Maya would go around telling people that she had the queen on her knees. She wondered if she could trust Maya enough to keep that part of their activities private, like all other parts. But it was such a topic that would make anyone's ego swell to twice its, size. She didn't want the town to know how a simple thing of pleasure could bring their queen to her knees. It would make them question her duties to the throne to the people. Conversations of distraction would stir up, people would say her decisions were being steered to please her partner, and people would assume Maya was putting things in her ears before any big decision. And not only would that lead to the people trusting her less, but only chaos could stem from there.

The people needed a queen who was above all else and had full power and control over the kingdom.

Their queen, however, needed someone to take control of her. For once.

She closed her eyes and tried to rid herself of that thought, a battle within herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said and in walked the person of her admiration.

***

Maya bowed before the queen and then rose when the queen hummed her acknowledgement. Jo had left Maya at the door, so it was just them now. Carina noted Maya was wearing something that the queen had sent to her room. It was crisper and whiter than Maya's other tunics.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, my queen," Maya asked when she noted the queen had not said a word yet.

Carina smiled.

"You can drop the formality, Maya, you fucked me on the throne today, I think we're past that," she said.

Maya smiled, the visual in her head, from their activities that afternoon belonged on a painting in this room.

"Come, have dinner with me," Carina said. So Maya quickly got down on her knees in front of the queen and began to lift her dress.

"Maya!" the Queen held her shoulders, holding her back and chuckling too. The sound was music to Maya's ears. Maya grinned, looking up at Carina.