With Leon on his way, Donovan turned to face Delilah who was wearing a look of complete satisfaction on her face.

"You're up to something," he said, "What's on your mind?"

Delilah shook her head and smiled, "I am not telling you, Mr. Fingers. Do you think he knew what was happening?"

"Who? Leon?" Donovan laughed, "Darling, he's a good man and very out of touch with what we're in the middle of. Are you mad?"

"Not at all," Delilah tilted her head, "You're teaching me new things."

"I might regret this," Donovan teased, "I've been pretty naughty since we arrived."

"You've been naughty since the plane."

"I've been naughty since I met you."

"You've been naughty before that," Delilah said as he led her back to the children, "So, are there any plans for tonight?"

"I wasn't thinking of anything in particular," Donovan said as he stopped abruptly. The children were fast asleep on the sofa with Jesse and Martina scurrying to the entrance.

"Jet lag," Jesse said, "If all is well here, we'd like to get a nap in as well."

"By all means, yes," Donovan said, "You both are truly wonderful."

Delilah smiled, "Yes, thank you so much—for everything."

"You both have my number and Martina's?"

"We do."

They watched as the duo left, Delilah eyeing Donovan curiously.

"I need to go clean up," she said, taking his hand and leading him back to their bedroom. She was quick to turn on the monitor and eyeing her children before locking the door behind them.

Donovan watched her closely. Mesmerized by everything that his queen did. She could sneeze and he would want to recall every little moment of it.

Delilah turned around and gazed at Donovan, just as she did before when he'd demanded that she look at him while he fucked her from behind.

Kicking off her sandals, she slowly—ever so slowly and sensually—pulled up her skirt, exposing her soaked panties pressed against her wet pussy.

"See what you did to me?"

Donovan nodded, licking his lips.

"Eyes up here, Mr, Dixon.."

Delilah snapped her fingers and pointed to her dazzling green eyes as Donovan settled in on the edge of the bed.

"I,-"

"Shhh..." Delilah put a finger against her lips, "No talking, sir..."

Donovan raised his eyebrows as Delilah stripped away the rest of her clothing, taking her bra and panties off, but staying a safe distance from her king who was saluting her with his huge cock trying to break through his slacks.

"Look at you, Donnie..." she smiled, "You want me? Do you want this?"

She trailed a finger down her chin, over her breasts and stomach and straight to her pussy.

"Yes...yes I do.." Donovan rasped, unzipping his slacks and tugging out his cock, "You see what you do to me? You could simply smile at me and it gets me rock hard."

"I know.."

Delilah was figuring everything out now and even though she had so much more to learn about this journey and herself, Donovan was the pivotal person who was willing to show her what she needed—what she wanted and what she had longed for.

"Lean back—up against the pillows.." Delilah said, surprising herself with how demanding she was sounding.

Donovan seemed to enjoy his queen taking charge. He tossed off his shoes and chucked his slacks onto the floor, along with his dress shirt.

"Stroke your cock for me.." Delilah stumbled, her voice shaking as she told her Dom what to do for her, "I want to see you please yourself over me."

"Oh?"

Delilah walked to a nearby bag and pulled out the ribbed vibrator she knew Donovan had packed.

Settling in a chair across the room, Delilah spread her legs, showering Donovan with an exquisite view of her tight hole.

"No coming," she smirked, "But I might.."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, my king.." Delilah said, briskly, "I didn't stutter."

Donovan tried to pick up his pace when Delilah turned on the vibrator and slowly inserted it into her core with a gasp, but she shook her head fervently, sweat beginning to bead against her pores.

"Slow...down.." she said, "Or you will not get this..I will come and you will be tied to that bed without a free hand for the rest of the evening."

Tossing her head back, Delilah moaned as Donovan watched her please herself with the toy, her puckered nipples only enticing him to pump his cock as hard and as fast as he could until Delilah's eyes flew open and she pulled the now dripping dildo from her pussy.

"I...meant...what...I said, my king," she said, shakily as her orgasm was so close, "Only I get to make you come—as a matter of fact..." she looked at him and then pointed to his hand, "Take your hand off of your cock right now."

"Excuse me?" Donovan chuckled, but so fucking turned on by his little minx, "But.."

"You were too naughty earlier, my king, so it's time for your punishment," Delilah said, watching Donovan lower his arms to his sides as he watched her insert the toy once again, chasing her climax.

"And I will be the queen who gives it to you."