It was a beautiful June night in Boston, Massachusetts. I was sitting in my living room in my Lady lingerie gown, awaiting the return of my boyfriend. I slowly sipped on a beer, my eyes locked on the TV as I watched my favourite movie. Suddenly, a few seconds later, I heard the front door open. He was home.

'REBECCA! REBECCA JANE!'

'Living room!'

Connor MacManus, my boyfriend, had just returned home from a hit with his twin brother, Murphy. He was covered head to toe in blood. I laughed.

'Looks like someone made a mess,' I teased as Connor kissed me.

'Murphy looks a lot worse than I do,' chuckled Connor, taking my hands.

I laughed.

Connor smiled at me. He slowly raised his hand, brushing my hair out of my face. He looked down at my lingerie, smirking.

'Yer in yer Lady lingerie,' he said, tugging at the gown, 'what made ye decide ta wear it?'

'I just felt like it,' I said, 'can't a girl wear sexy lingerie without having her motives question?'

Connor laughed.

'Yer such a brat,' he teased, playfully flicking my nose.

I stuck my tongue out at Connor. Connor laughed, ruffling my hair.

'Eww, Connor!' I cried, 'you have blood on your hands!'

'Oh, don' be such a baby, Rebecca,' said Connor, ruffling Rebecca's hair more, 'it's just blood. Ye ain't gonna die from it.'

'STOP!' I whined, 'CONNOR!'

'Alrigh'! Alrigh'!' said Connor, letting me go, 'yer such a baby sometimes.'

'You know how I get with my hair, Connor,' I pouted, 'now it's all bloody and gross.'

Connor chuckled. He looked over at the TV. He laughed.

'Yer watchin' tha' bloody movie again?' he said.

I turned around, looking at the TV. I almost forgot that I was in the middle of watching my all-time favourite movie Thomas & The Magic Railroad.

'Yeah,' I said, blushing slightly, 'I was bored.'

Connor chuckled. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in close to him.

'Who don' ye turn off tha' movie an' we can go…clean up.'

Connor winked at me. I giggled.

'You're too much,' I said.

Connor smirked. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me up the stairs.

'How the hell did you manage to get covered in blood?' I asked as Connor opened our bedroom door and carried me into our bathroom, 'you've never come home covered in blood.'

'Let's just say tha hit turned into a fuckin' massacre,' said Connor as he set me down on the counter by the sink, 'blood splattered fuckin' everywhere.'

'Must have been a lot of bloodshed,' I said, 'you look like the victim of a horror movie.'

'Yeah, well, the fuckers were putting drugs in blood pouches,' said Connor, 'that's how I managed ta look like a horror movie victim.'

'Blood pouches?' I said, 'fuck, people will do anything to smuggle drugs.'

'Keep in mind I mostly have a vendetta against those cocaine dealers,' said Connor, 'given what happened ta ye an' yer sister.'

I sighed. Connor was talking about how she and I became addicted to cocaine because Giovanni, the famous and one of the most deadly Italian mob leaders, had fed me and my twin sister, Emily, cocaine to starve is while he held us captive for a mistake our dad made to start his business that turned him into a multi-millionaire.

Connor took his clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. I was still on the counter in my gown. Connor turned around. He smirked at me, standing in front of me with a devious grin on his face.

'What are you grinning about?' I said in a teasing tone.

'Why wouldn't I be grinning?' teased Connor, grabbing my hips, 'I'm in love wit' a very beautiful woman who I turned into a very wonderful Saint and I'm in love wit' a woman who didn't run away screamin' when I told 'er what I do.'

I laughed.

'I kinda figured that much when you came in and shot all of Giovanni and Joseph's goons as well as Giovanni and Joseph themselves,' I said, 'and I looked past it because you, my good man, saved me and my sister. I am forever grateful for you and Murphy.'

'There was no way in hell tha' Murph an' I were gonna let tha' low-life an' his dirt bag son kill ye an' yer sister because of what yer Da did,' said Connor, stroking my cheek, 'an' look what ye got out o' it. Ye got yerself a boyfriend.'

'And you got yourself a girlfriend,' I said.

Connor smirked. He cupped my cheek in his hand, his eyes dancing.

'Yer so beautiful…' he whispered, brushing my hair our of my face, 'ye have no idea…'

'I have a general idea, Connor,' I said, 'but you know I'm not cocky about my looks.'

'That's a relief,' said Connor, 'yer gorgeous but ye don' brag about it, an' I love tha' about ye.'

I giggled, blushing slightly. Connor knows how to make me giggle, and he loves it.

Connor slowly traced my jaw line with his fingertips, slowly moving down to my neck and cleavage. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers traced my breasts, sending goosebumps up my arms and legs.

'Does this feel good?' purred Connor, 'hmm?'

I nodded, feeling the electricity of his touch course through my veins and straight down to my clit.

Connor wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in close to him. He smirked.

'Ye don' have any panties on, do ye?' he teased.

'Nope,' I said, 'I don't.'

Connor smirked.

'Yer a bad girl, Rebecca Jane,' he said, 'ye know how ta turn me on, don't ye?'

'Not that hard,' I teased, 'all I have to do is flash my legs, tits, or ass then you've got a boner.'

Connor made a face at me. I laughed.

'Yer a brat,' said Connor, 'but I love ye.'

I smiled.

Connor slowly and gently pressed his lips to my neck, gently sucking. I moaned with pleasure as he slowly moved his lips up to the underside of my jaw.

'Someone sounds like they're getting turned on,' teased Connor.

'Only slightly,' I said cooly, 'you're gonna have to do more than just kiss my neck and be gentle with me. I like it when you get rough. I'm tough. I can handle you.'

Connor laughed. He pulled me closer to him fiercely, his eyes dancing deviously.

'I'm gonna do something,' he said, 'you remember how ye told me how I remind ye of a lion?'

'Because you're valiant and strong,' I said, 'and you're a protector. I'm your cub and you're the king of the pride.'

Connor smirked a cocky smirk. My heart skipped a beat. I turned my head, breathing heavily.

'Oh, wow…' I panted, 'you're so…'

'Handsome?' suggested Connor, 'breath-taking?'

'You just have this weird…magic…' I stammered as Connor pressed his lips to my neck, 'you're just…I don't even know how to describe it…'

Connor laughed. His hot breath tickled my neck, making the hair on my arms stand on end. I shivered from the pleasure.

'Ye cold, baby?' teased Connor.

'No…' I whispered, 'just…pleased…'

Connor laughed again. My heart began to beat erratically, my breathing becoming laboured.

Connor gently ran his hands up my back. Gently, he knotted his fingers in my hair, yanking. I gasped.

'I'm gonna make ye roar like tha lioness that ye are,' said Connor in a seductive tone, gently stroking my cheek with his free hand, 'ye act all innocent an' quiet, but I know ye better than tha', Princess.'

Connor laughed a cold laugh. Goosebumps crept up my arms, sending pure adrenaline through my veins. A wave of pleasure struck me like lightning, and I welcomed it.

Connor ran his hand up my gown, teasing around my pussy. I let out a soft moan as I felt him touch my folds, gently rubbing them with his fingers.

'Purr fer me, baby,' commanded Connor, rubbing me more, 'purr fer yer king.'

I whimpered softly as the pleasure of his strokes sent fire through my blood. Connor growled, slapping my pussy fiercely. I cried out in pleasure as the sting of the slap resonated through my body.

'I said…' growled Connor, 'purr.'

I tried to resist the urge to purr, but Connor had other plans. He pulled me closer to him, placing my pussy on his cock. Slowly, he grinded on me, rubbing against my clit. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back.

'Ye gonna purr fer me, Lady?' moaned Connor, 'are ye?'

A low purr resonated at the back of my throat at Connor's words. Connor laughed.

'That's my Lady,' he purred gently, 'good girl.'

I nodded slowly, purring again. Connor continued to grind on me, his cock becoming harder and harder with each movement, slowly pushing me closer to the edge of orgasm.

'What do ye want, baby girl?' purred Connor, 'ye want me ta lick ye?'

'Yes…' I moaned between purrs, 'yes…'

'Yes, what?' said Connor, 'tell me like a good little lioness.'

'Yes, King Connor…' I moaned.

Connor smiled, baring his teeth. My heart leapt in my throat, causing me to gasp briefly for air.

'What's tha matter, Lady?' said Connor in a cold tone, 'am I takin' yer breath away?'

'Possibly…' I said nervously as Connor stroked my cheek with his fingers, 'you're very…intimidating at times…'

'Me?' said Connor, raising a brow, 'intimidating?'

'You're very powerful, My King,' I said, 'the most powerful one in the pride.'

'Ye know me well, Lady,' purred Connor, pulling me in closer to him, 'but yer the most powerful lioness in our pack, which is why I favour you.'

'That's very sweet,' I said, 'I always wondered why you never chose any of the other lioness' when it came to mating.'

Connor threw his head back and laughed. A small giggle escaped from my lips before I could stop it at the sound of his beautiful laugh.

'Oh, Lady!' laughed Connor, 'ye never fail ta amaze me!'

'I amaze you?' I said, raising a brow, 'how so?'

Connor looked at me. He cupped my cheek with his hand, his eyes dancing as he looked in mine.

'Yer just very…magical, Lady,' he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes, 'yer just not like tha others, ye know? Yer different. An' I like different.'

I smiled. I knotted my fingers in Connor's hair, yanking on it as hard as I could.

'Make me purr,' I commanded, 'make this kitty purr and roar like the queen that she's meant to be.'

'Ye don' have ta ask me twice,' purred Connor.

I watched as Connor slowly knelt down in front of me. I lay down on my back, resting my legs on his shoulders. Connor placed his hands under my butt so I wouldn't fall and hurt myself. What a gentleman.

'You wanna make this kitty purr?' I moaned, 'do you?'

'Ye damn well know I do, Lady,' purred Connor, squeezing my ass, 'fuck…'

'Lick me!' I commanded, 'now!'

Connor smirked. Slowly, he placed his head between my legs. He teased around my clit, driving me wild. He knew all the right spots, and he knows how to hit them perfectly.

'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'ooh, baby…'

Connor squeezed my ass as he continued to tease me. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, purring like a content kitty.

'Ye sound so pretty when he purr like that,' said Connor.

'Lick me…' I whispered, 'please…I can't wait any longer…'

'I don' think yer ready yet,' teased Connor, 'I like watchin' ye squirm.'

'But, Connor…' I whined.

'Shh…' whispered Connor, pressing his finger against my lips, 'do ye trust me?'

'Of course I trust you,' I said, 'why wouldn't I?'

'I will promise ye one thing,' said Connor.

'What?' I said.

Connor laughed. His eyes danced in the dim lighting of the bathroom, the blood on his face glistening.

'That I'm gonna make ye cum so hard ye won' be able ta stand up afterwards,' he said, winking at me, 'that I can promise.'

I giggled.

'Why don't you get right on that?' I said, 'make this kitten purr.'

'Oh, just ye wait, Lady,' purred Connor, 'you'll see.'

I laughed.

Connor continued with his tease. Each touch and each kiss sent warmth throughout my body. I didn't care that Emily and Murphy were asleep in the next room over, I didn't care that there were other people in this mansion, all I cared about was this moment with my beloved.

'Purr fer me, Lady,' said Connor, 'purr fer yer king.'

I bit my lip as Connor licked my slits, keeping his tongue away from my clit. A low purr erupted at the back of my throat as I felt his hot breath tickle my swollen bud.

Connor pulled away and gently blew on my clit. I arched my back, moaning in French.

'Oh, mon Dieu, que cela fait du bien…' I moaned, 'ohh, c'est l'endroit, bébé…'

'Fuck, ye sound so hot when ye moan in French…' purred Connor, 'ooh, baby…'

I took my hand and playfully swatted Connor upside the head. Connor laughed. Then, he looked at my bud. He smiled.

'I think yer ready,' he said, 'yer nice an' swollen, jus' tha way I like it.'

I giggled.

Slowly, Connor put his head between my legs, still supporting me by holding my ass. He snaked his tongue out, playfully flicking my clit with his tongue. I let out a loud shriek of pleasure, almost forgetting about the people sleeping in the other rooms.

Connor pulled his face in closer to my pussy, intensifying the strokes of his tongue. I arched my back, moaning loudly.

'Oh, fuck…' I moaned, 'oh, Connor…oh, fuck, Connor…'

Connor squeezed my ass, digging his nails into my skin. Each stroke of his mighty tongue sent waves of adrenaline and pleasure through my body, and I welcomed each wave as each tongue stroke sent me closer and closer to orgasm.

Connor began to vary the strokes of his tongue. He'd go slow, then fast, then he'd do figure eight's, and back down to slow. I tried to hold back from orgasm, but I couldn't. I came, and I came hard.

'Ohh, fuck…' I moaned, 'ohh, fuck…ohh, Connor…ohh, yes…ohh, fuck…FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! FUCK!'

Connor moaned and intensified his strokes as I squirted into his open mouth. After a few seconds, my orgasm died down. I looked at Connor, panting.

'Stop…' I whispered, all out of breath, 'stop…'

Connor pulled away from my pussy. He gently kissed my clit before smirking up at me.

'How do ye feel?' he asked.

'Light-headed…' I said, 'dizzy…'

'Stand up,' said Connor, getting up, 'but let me take this gown off he first.'

I sat up so Connor could peel my gown off. He tossed it in the hamper before standing back.

'Alrigh',' he said, 'let's see.'

I stood up. I wasn't on my feet for five seconds before I lost my balance and faceplanted.

'OOMPH!'

Connor laughed. My face flushed a bright red.

'I told ye!' bragged Connor, 'I fuckin' told ye!'

'Shut up and help me up,' I grumbled.

Connor scooped me up in his arms. He smiled at me.

'I told ye,' he said, 'I told ye I'd make ye cum so hard ye wouldn't be able ta walk.'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' I said, 'we need to get you washed. You're beginning to freak me out.'

Connor laughed. He gently stepped into the tub and closed the sliding door with me still in his arms.

'Yer legs okay?' he asked.

'I should be okay,' I said, 'just keep your arms around me in case. Holy fuck, I don't think I've ever came that hard…'

'I told ye,' said Connor in a teasing tone, 'ye never should underestimate me, babe.'

I stuck my tongue out at Connor. Connor laughed, gently sitting me down and wrapping his arm around me before turning the water on. He went to go under the water, but I stopped him.

'Hold up, buddy,' I said, grabbing my shampoo bottle, 'you got blood in my hair, you wash it.'

I shoved the bottle in Connor's hands. Connor raised his eyebrows at me.

'What makes you so special?' he said.

I laughed. I jumped up on Connor, my eyes dancing deviously.

'If I get the water first, I'll let you fuck me in the shower,' I said, 'I know that's something you've always wanted to do.'

Connor laughed.

'Alright,' he said, 'ye win. Now get off me.'

I laughed. I jumped down, getting under the water. I decided to be a tease and shake my ass as I let the water drip down my entire body.

'God dammit, Rebecca…' purred Connor, biting his lip, 'fuck…'

I laughed. I wiggled my ass on Connor's dick, flipping my hair. Connor moaned.

'Fuck, yer hot…' he moaned, grabbing my hips, 'fuck…'

'You want me, Connor?' I moaned, 'do you?'

'Yer fuckin' right I do,' purred Connor, spanking me, 'fuck, yer hot…'

'Come on, baby,' I moaned, 'give it to me. Fuck me. Make me your whore, King Connor.'

Connor smirked deviously. He pinned me against the wall, the water running down both of our bodies, washing away the blood that covered Connor.

'Turn around,' said Connor, 'hands on tha wall.'

I turned around, placing my hands against the wall. Connor positioned himself behind me, his erection poking me in the leg as he kissed my neck and pulled my hair.

'What do ye want, Lady?' he purred in my ear, 'tell me.'

'I want your cock inside my nice, wet, warm pussy,' I said, 'I want you to put every inch of you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk. I want you to spank me so hard I have bruises. I want you to make me your slut.'

Connor laughed. He gently pressed his lips to my neck. A shiver ran down my spine as he gently went from my neck to my shoulders, my shoulders to my shoulder blades, my shoulder blades to my back…

Slowly, but surely, Connor penetrated me. His big, thick cock slid in with ease. I moaned loudly.

'Ooh, Connor…' I moaned, 'oh, fuck…'

Connor grabbed my hips, digging his nails deep into my skin. Slowly, he pumped his hips forwards, thrusting into me hard.

'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'oh, God, Connor…'

'Fuck, yer pussy feels good…' moaned Connor, 'oh, fuck…'

I arched my back a bit to change the angle. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through my body, sending fire through my heart. I bit my lip, holding back a scream of pleasure.

Connor knotted his fingers in my hair. He pulled my hair hard, snapping my neck back.

'Ye like it when I fuck yer pretty little pussy?' Connor moaned in my ear, 'ye like it when I fuck yer pretty French pussy with my thick Irish cock?'

'Yes…' I moaned, 'oh, God, yes…'

Connor pumped harder now, going in deeper. I felt a sharp pain, but I welcomed it. I loved pain.

'Take my fuckin' cock, ye mutt,' hissed Connor, spanking me fiercely, 'take my cock like tha mutt that ye are.'

I moaned, biting my lip. Murphy and Emily were asleep in the next room over and I didn't want to wake them with my screams.

Connor fucked me harder now, spanking me with such force that the sound echoed around the bathroom. The water stung the welts that began to form on my ass cheeks as Connor continued to spank me.

'Yer a fuckin' whore,' growled Connor, 'yer nothin' but a filthy little whore.'

'I'm your whore,' I said smoothly, 'you love me.'

'Ye damn well know it,' said Connor, kissing my neck.

I moaned softly as Connor's cock went in deeper and deeper inside my pussy. I backed up a bit, making his cock go in deeper. Connor roared.

'FUCK, REBECCA!' he moaned, 'FUCK!'

'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'Connor…'

'Roar fer me, Lady,' moaned Connor, 'roar fer me.'

I sighed. I purposely let out a pathetic little Simba-like roar. Connor growled.

'NO!' he roared, slapping me across the face, 'YER A FUCKIN' FUTURE QUEEN! LET ME HEAR YE ROAR!'

I let out another pathetic roar. Connor roared again, slapping me harder.

'LOUDER!' he commanded, 'YOU ARE LADY! I WANNA HEAR YE ROAR!'

I roared a bit louder now, but it wasn't enough. I was slapped again, each slap becoming harder if my roar wasn't good enough.

'LET ME HEAR YE ROAR, LADY!' commanded Connor, 'LET YER INNER LIONESS ROAR!'

I took a deep breath. I roared a mighty roar that bounced off the walls. That sent Connor over the edge.

'Oh, fuck…' he moaned, 'I'm gonna cum…fuck…roar again…roar again…'

I threw my head back and let out an even mightier roar. Connor moaned, his body tensing up. It was time.

'Oh, fuck…' he moaned, 'fuck…yes…oh, fuck, Rebecca…fuck…fuck…yes…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…FUCK!'

Connor came, and he came hard. He pulled out, panting. I knew that my roars had sent him over the edge, and I loved it.

Connor leaned against the glass door of the shower. He opened his arms, signalling that he wanted me to hug him.

I walked over and stumbled into Connor's arms, embracing him tightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me passionately.

'Did you like my roars?' I teased as Connor kissed my neck.

'I didn't think ye could fuckin' roar like that,' panted Connor, 'holy fuck, Rebecca.'

I laughed.

'I had practice,' I said, 'I played Nala in high school when we did a production of The Lion King.'

Connor laughed. He shut the water off, scooping me up and taking me out of the tub.

'You feeling okay?' I asked as Connor put me down and wrapped me in my towel.

'I have never came so hard in my whole fuckin' life…' panted Connor, 'keep in mind you took me virginity.'

I smiled.

Connor walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my forehead, hugging me tight.

'I love you,' I said, 'you know that?'

'I love ye, too,' said Connor, 'an' I have a surprise fer ye.'

'Oh?' I said.

Connor smiled. He lead me into our bedroom and over to our bed. I put my gown back on, towel drying my hair before quickly blow-drying and styling it.

'Come here,' said Connor, 'ye gotta stay standin', though.'

I stood in front of Connor, my eyes burning with curiosity. Connor smiled, looking me right in the eye.

'Rebecca…' he began, taking my hands, 'you an' I have been together fer over a year now. I had a hand in savin' yer life, an' you an' I ended up falling in love. I have something I want to ask ye, an' I hope ye say yes.'

'What is it, Connor?' I asked.

Connor smiled.

'This.'

I gasped as Connor got down in one knee in front of me. I clapped my hand over my mouth, shocked.

'Rebecca, I love you, an' I promise I will always love you for as long as I live,' said Connor, pulling out a black box, 'Rebecca Ouellet, will ye marry me?'

I gasped as Connor opened the box. Inside was a beautiful white-gold diamond ring. It sparkled in the moonlight. It was beautiful.

'Oh, Connor…' I whispered, 'how many diamonds is in that?'

'Seventeen,' said Connor, 'seventeen.'

I closed my eyes. Tears of joy leaked out of my eyes. Connor was proposing to me.

'What do ye say, Rebecca?' said Connor, 'will ye marry me?'

I sighed, regaining composure. I choked out my answer.

'Yes.'

Connor smiled. He took the ring out and placed it on my finger before standing up and kissing me passionately. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around Connor's neck.

Connor pulled away from the kiss. He smiled at me, cupping my cheek in his hand.

'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you, too,' I whispered back, 'I love you, too.'