~Ma Reine~

You sighed as you sat on your throne in the empty, thought exquisite, room. Your fingers carefully turning the pages in the book you have been interested in lately. It's funny, you asked for one book but now you own the whole series but more. With a loud sigh you placed the book mark between the pages and closed the cover. He was late again.

He promised to come home early from work so you two would have dinner together. You even went as far as to dress up for him. Standing up you admired yourself in the tall mirror admiring your reflection. The new Dior velvet dress hugged your curves and plump form perfectly, and the Louboutin heels accentuated your silky smooth legs that you previously used lavish oils on. Your chubby fingers delicately traced over the Chanel jewelry you recently got as a gift from him. 

You were so entranced by your luxurious appearance you failed to feel a presence behind you and the smell of cigarette smoke. It wasn't until two strong arms wrapped around your large waist did you notice his appearance in the mirror. "Mon Amour.." he spoke softly in your ear while planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

You let out a sigh before replying, "You're late....again" before you pushed out of his arms to sit back on your throne he had bought you. He always expressed how much you resembled a Queen to him, and that you should be treated exactly as such. He bought you a throne and multiple crowns for you to wear as the finishing touch. However, after the fifth tiara you began to grow bored of its dazzling impression. 

He sighed before bringing out a box and laying it on your lap gently with a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You smiled and opened the box to reveal, yet another, tiara. However, this one seemed to be the most extravagant of your collection. He watched you contently as you admired the new accessory. Shining diamonds and jewels with gold trimming, immediately catching your breath.

He took the crown and placed it gently on the top of your head before smiling, admiring at the finishing touch to your complete look. This is how you should always be, sitting on your throne in his lavish home with a crown on your head to resemble the Queen you are of his life. 

You often asked him how he was able to afford such gifts, but he always chuckled deeply and patted your head telling you not to worry your pretty head. Of course, there was always benefits of running an underground empire while having a couple of politicians in his pocket at his disposal. He had more money than he couple spend, until you came alone that is. 

Your smile soon dropped into a frown, immediately catching his attention. "Do you not like it Mi Amour? I could always buy you anothe-" but you quickly cut him off. "N-no, it's not that. You said you would be home early so we could have dinner together" you said before looking into your lap. Of course this was not the first, nor the last time, he would be late to an evening with you. But you understood, bills needed to be payed and he played a big part in his job. "

His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you look into his violet eyes. "I know I said I would, but today was very busy" he said before leaning into gently place a kiss on your plump lips. His lips lingered on yours, enjoying the moment you both were sharing. 

"You're wearing that red Chanel lipstick I love, Mon trésor" he said huskily while his hands wandered down your sides, stroking and grabbing every roll and curve. You nodded your head before melting into another kiss, but this one more heated and passionate than the last. 

He hoisted you up and carried you bridal style to your shared bedroom, something like a Princess from a fairy tail. He placed you on the bed that was covered in silks and velvets. He stood and admired you, oh how you looked so beautiful. Something like an European masterpiece, artists painting noble women with curves. 

He crawled onto the large bed and hovered over your body while his hands delicately wandered your body, making their way up your dress. You gasped as you felt his fingers skillfully stroke your nether regions through your Agent Provocateur lingerie you wore underneath. Oh how he loved when you wore brands that originated from Paris, it brought a sense of pride over him. 

His fingers continued to drag alone your folds, ever so often bumping into your clit which earned an exquisite moan from your lips. His fingers soon found the zip to the back of your dress and agonizingly pulled it down slowly, the zipper resonating in the stale room as he peeled the dress off your body leaving you only in your luxurious lingerie and high heels.

You quickly grew impatient from the lack of touch and pouted, "Please touch me!" you whined out. This caused him to smirk, he always loved how spoiled you acted when you didn't get what you wanted when you wanted it. Reason being, a punishment always followed behind when you acted out. 

"Care to rephrase that, Amour?" he said with lust clouded eyes. You were shocked at his response and lack of actions to indulge you, "Please play with me...papa?" you said with a light blush dusting over your chubby cheeks. 

"Anything for my princesse" before he got up to make his way to the safe in his large walk in closet. After inputting the safety code and grabbing a couple stacks of money, he made his way back to his awaiting Queen, whom has a confused expression on her features. 

He broke the paper band on the stacks and threw them on the bed, green trickling down onto the bed and your curvaceous body. He licked his lips at the sight of his Queen covered in nothing but lingerie and his blood money. He had finally had enough and decided it was time to finally indulge into her fantasies. 

He dropped to his knees beside the bed before pulling you close by your hips and biting the trim of your lace panties between his teeth, dragging it down your deliciously thick thighs to your ankles before completely removing them and tossing them into some unknown destination in the room. Never would he treat another woman like this, so gentle and loving. Yet, you were not some other woman. You were the love of his life, his everything. 

He stood up and began to loosen and remove his Valentino tie followed by his Versace button up shirt and trousers. He fumbled with his leather belt until he was left in nothing but his Calvin Klein underwear while clearly sporting an obvious boner. You blushed deeply at this, even though you both have made love many times

He pulled out his erection and probed at your entrance, before looking into your eyes for a sign of assurance to continue. After you curtly gave him a nod, he slowly pushed into you. The sensations of lack from contact between you two, it felt like heaven. You both longed for this, needing to indulge each other and bask in each others presence. Ever since he had been so busy with his job, you both lacked spending quality time, so this was desperately needed. 

After allowing you to adjust he began to rock his hips back and forth, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips. He smirked to himself knowing he was the one causing you to make these noises, and would be the only one to ever hear them for that matter. Soon, this slow pace began to become torturous. He needed to have you, desperately. 

Soon, the pace went from loving and gentle to desperate and hungry. Your loud moans being echoed through out the stale room along with the sound of skin against skin. He pulled your leg onto his shoulder to allow a better angle and proceeded to push and pull into you with ease. Your head thrown back onto the bed in pleasure as your back arched and eyes rolled back, lost in the pleasure you were receiving from your french lover.

He pounded into you mercilessly on the green money he previously thrown on the bed, adding to the excitement of fucking on his blood money he earned under the table. Your juices running down your thighs and onto the bed sheets and on some dollar bills. Soon, he felt you contract and massage around him. Clearly nearing your end and his as well, he picked up the pace and rammed into you deeper. Trying to desperately rut his cock into you as deep as possible before finishing. 

He lifted your large hips off the bed to rut himself deeper. With the new angle he found that one special spot deep inside you, earning a squeal from your lips and begs for him to do it again. He smirked before complying to your wishes, pounding into that certain spot over and over again. 

He finally felt you contact and massage around him, nearing your end. You both were clearly nearing your ends soon so he began to rut himself deep into you, trying to give you a special gift deep into your womb. With a final push, you both had climax. His seed spilling inside you in spurts, filling you completely. 

After embracing each other as close as possible, he finally pulled out of you. Streams of both your cum leaking out onto the bed and dollar bills. He smirked at the mess you've made on his bed before brushing your (H/C) hair out of your sweaty face.