The Queen's Pegged Husband: Contemporary Femdom Anal Romance

The throne feels like borrowed time, its legitimacy always one whisper away from question. Samuel is the only certainty I have left, the man who lets me claim him completely when the doors are locked and the world forgets who we must be.

In the archive, the rite papers scattered across the wood, I set my palm against his lower back and push him forward. He bends over the table without a word, his breath steady as the harness tightens around my hips beneath the royal silk. The risk of exposure hangs over every movement we make.

I should send him away. Instead my fingers trace lower, chasing the surrender that makes me feel like I belong here.