King & Kween Kang (The Rise Of Kang's #1)

Chapter 25

Dominance, You Say?

As the conversation turned towards forging an alliance, King Ramiro engaged Queen Asora in a discussion about the potential benefits and terms of their partnership.

Queen Asora listened attentively, weighing the options presented to her, but remained firm in her commitment to her husband's country. "I understand the advantages of an alliance, King Ramiro, and I appreciate your offer. However, any alliance we form must be with my husband's country, Korea. I cannot disregard the bond we share and the responsibilities we have towards our own people."

King Ramiro's gaze met Queen Asora's unwavering eyes, acknowledging her stance with a nod of understanding. "I respect your decision, Queen Asora. I understand the importance of honoring your commitments and prioritizing the well-being of your people. Should an alliance be formed, it will be with both Jamaica and Korea."

With the terms of the alliance agreed upon, the rulers proceeded to sign a proclamation, symbolizing their commitment to their shared goals and mutual support. The clinking of signet rings echoed through the room, solidifying the agreement.

As the meeting neared its end, King Ramiro broached the topic of a future visit to Spain. His request hung in the air and met with King Tae-Han's seething gaze. "Queen Asora, it would be an honor for you to visit Spain in the future. It would provide an opportunity to strengthen our ties and foster deeper understanding between our nations."

Queen Asora's expression remained composed, her response measured yet firm. "While I appreciate your invitation, I must defer the visit to Spain for a later time. When the circumstances are right, I will gladly visit with my husband by my side, as our kingdoms are bound together."

King Tae-Han's heart swelled with pride and admiration for his resolute Queen, but his smile faded when he caught the fire burning in her eyes. Tae-Han felt a chill run down his spine as if standing before a powerful predator ready to pounce.

As the rulers bid farewell to King Ramiro, the atmosphere in the room shifted, and Tae-Han suddenly felt like a trapped animal before his furious wife. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he attempted to speak.

"Asora, I... I apologize for not informing you earlier. I did not anticipate King Ramiro's request to meet with me. I thought it would be a brief discussion, and I wanted to spare you any unnecessary disturbance."

Queen Asora maintained her stern gaze, her voice laced with disappointment and frustration. "Tae-Han, I should have been informed of any such requests, especially when they concern me directly. Our trust and transparency are paramount, and you must not keep such matters hidden from me." Her words hung in the air, leaving Tae-Han with a deep sense of regret. He approached her cautiously, a sincere expression on his face.

"You are right, Asora. I should have trusted your judgment and informed you. I apologize for my lapse in communication. It was never my intention to undermine your authority or exclude you from important decisions."

Asora's stern expression softened slightly, though a hint of lingering disappointment remained. "Moving forward, we must communicate openly and honestly with each other."

Tae-Han nodded earnestly, his eyes locked with Asora's. "From this moment forward, I will prioritize open communication and never keep you in the dark about matters that concern both of us."

A moment of silence passed between them as they reaffirmed their commitment to each other and their kingdom. Queen Asora finally broke her intense gaze, her tone softening as she spoke. "Just because I am not dominant in bed doesn't make me a lesser Queen."

King Tae-Han couldn't help but be taken aback by her unexpected remark. His initial smirk, born out of surprise, quickly faded as he realized the impact of his previous behavior on Queen Asora. He reached out, gently touching her arm in a gesture of reassurance.

"Asora, my love, I never meant to imply that your dominance or lack thereof in bed defines your worth as a queen or diminishes your role. Please believe me when I say that I hold you in the highest regard, both as my wife and as the Queen of Jamaica."

Queen Asora's gaze softened, her guarded expression slowly dissipating as she absorbed his words. "Okay," She said simply, finished with the anger she had just moments ago.

As the weight of their previous conversation lifted, a playful glimmer sparked in King Tae-Han's eyes. He couldn't resist the opportunity to lighten the mood and tease Queen Asora, knowing that their connection had grown even stronger through their honest exchange. "So, my dear Queen, you've just revealed a secret side of yours. Are you saying you enjoy submitting to me?"

Queen Asora's cheeks flushed slightly, but she met his gaze with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You know I do so don't act so surprised, my King. But let's not forget that submission doesn't equate to weakness. It's a choice, a surrender of control that I offer willingly, knowing that you honor and cherish me." Her response was filled with unabashed confidence and a touch of seduction.

King Tae-Han's smirk widened as he wrapped his arms securely around Queen Asora's waist, lifting her effortlessly off her feet, "Well then, my love, let's not waste any more time. I'll gladly take you to our quarters and fulfill every desire and fantasy you have."

With purpose, desire, and a renewed sense of connection, he left the hall and made his way toward their private quarters, a knowing smile playing upon his lips. Their journey to their chambers was filled with electric anticipation, completely uncaring of the guards and people that were passing and staring at them in amusement.

Queen Asora, wrapped in his strong embrace, couldn't help but laugh, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and contentment. "I'm glad to have unleashed that side of you, my King."

The King chuckled, "Now I get why your uncle always says you're so fresh, you are very cheeky. you love to test my patience."

"Only for you." The Queen said as she began to nibble on his neck as he entered the Gyeongbokgung.

The King couldn't make it to their quarters, so slid the doors open to Asora's quarters and dropped the laughing Queen on her bed before turning to shut their doors, "You better hope you had no other plans today because you're not leaving until at least tomorrow. As a matter of fact, I am going to have you every way I this room, until we make it to our chamber where I'll have you over and over again until you plead for no more."

The Queen smirked as the King began to undress her, "You know I'll never tell you to stop."

The King grabbed onto the back of the Queen's neck, while also pulling a few of her braids making her gasp as he pulled her into his lap, "You say you've unleashed something in me, but what about you? This woman in front of me, who is she?"

The Queen shrugged part of her already loose dress revealing her bare shoulders, which were still littered with bruises from the previous night. On seeing this the King's eyes darkened, and his grip on her loosened allowing her to look at him properly.

She placed her arms around his neck, and more of the dress fell showing her left bosom, the King's eyes bore into hers, he looked like a predator ready to bounce, "Asora, you are..."

The Queen gave her husband a seductive peck, "I'm what?" She whispered. The Queen wasn't sure what had happened since their marriage, but there was an untamed side to her now, one that craved her husband's touch.

"You're-" She cut him off as she began to grind against him.

"I am your whore?" The King went rigid and wide-eyed, stunned by the Queen's word usage, but the Queen laughed innocently. "Am I not telling the truth? Do I not wish, no, beg for you to mount me? To wake me up with-"

Before she could finish the King had her facing the bed, with her bare bum up, and soon the sound of skin slapping together, and moans and cries filled the room. In this private sanctuary, one submitted happily, while the other fought to dominate lovingly and not without mercy.