Moments earlier, just outside the door, King William approached the guards keeping watch. Concerned by his friend’s reputation for brutality, he had made a promise to her father that no harm would come to his daughter. There was no way he could truly ensure it, but he hoped that she would at least be well enough to bid him farewell the following day.
“Is the new Baroness well? Do you think Lord Malet is taking good care of his wife?”
Both guards chuckled. “I’ll say so, Sire. Why don’t you take a listen?”
Confused, William drew closer to the door and positioned himself just in time to hear Lynette tell her husband how much she loved his cock before begging him to fuck her. Initially shocked, then envious, then ultimately amused, William walked away laughing.
“Now I see why he made such a big fuss over her. He always did have the best instincts.”
Chapter 4
“Good morning, my lady.” Happily wed and exhausted, Robert, Baron Malet woke his sleeping bride by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her towards his stiff erection. Shaken awake by a stab to her lower back, Lynette giggled flirtatiously and covered her face with her blanket, mortified by her wanton behavior the prior evening.
“You must believe you married the village strumpet. Oh Robert, how could you encourage me?” Turning into him, she buried her head into his chest.
“I hardly had to push you at all, Lynette.” He chuckled as he brought her leg around his hip and edged her closer to his impossibly hard cock.
“Not now, Robert…I’m horrified by my behavior.” She smiled and brought her hand down to grip his long shaft.
“Are you now?”
Nodding shyly, she lowered her leg and kissed his chest, basking in his masculine scent.
“But you don’t seem so horrified.” Robert shuddered as she slid her hand up and down his hard member while kissing her way down his abdomen.
“Oh, but I am. I’m about to do something positively shameful. But you will keep this just between us, won’t you?” She whispered and looked up at his stunned expression.
“Of course, what are you doing?” He stuttered and shivered with hopeful anticipation.
“I once saw a maid do this to a very handsome stable boy. I didn’t know they were married, it was a secret, but if she could do this for her husband, I can do it for mine.” Looking up at Robert, hoping he would approve, Lynette licked the length of his thick cock, before slowly sliding it into her hot, greedy mouth.
“Lynette, please don’t stop. My love…please…” Winding his hand in her hair, he guided her head lower, watching her with rapt fascination as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was taking half of him, licking and sucking as her delicate hand gripped his shaft tightly. Overwhelmed with desire, she slowly slid more and more of his throbbing shaft down her throat. Desperate to please him, she began licking and swirling the underside of his cock with her tongue before attempting to swallow down as much as she could take. As much as he wanted the moment to last forever, he could only bear it a few minutes. The sensation and visual made it impossible for him to contain his need for her. Lifting her off of him, he tossed her on her back, spread her thighs and rammed his cock deep inside her sodden mound.
“Robert! Did you not like it?” As good as he felt, she worried she had left him unsatisfied.
“My darling, I loved it, but I couldn’t wait another second.” He groaned and grunted as he plundered his wife’s fertile body, thrusting so powerfully she howled with immodest delight.
Rocking her hips dramatically as her body trembled with ecstatic energy, Lynette pushed Robert off and straddled his hips, riding him ruthlessly. She shuddered as she slid down his thick pole, shivering and rocking her hips as every delicious inch stretched her wider. Reaching behind her to grasp his thighs for balance, she slowly gyrated her hips and found her perfect pace.
“Robert! I’m so close!” Bouncing on his cock while he watched, she finally stopped when her body began to twist in multiple orgasmic convulsions making her fall forward on to Robert’s chest. Holding her tightly, he continued to thrust as he filled her with his potent seed. He prayed she would be with child soon. After leading a life surrounded by war and death, he longed for a real life, a real home with Lynette.
Lying in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, Robert became pensive. “I love you, Lynette. Everything I’ve done up to now brought me to you. I’ve done so many things that gnaw at my soul, things I’ve had to do for fear I would lose everything, possibly my life. When I saw your beautiful, frightened face that day, it struck me so profoundly, I felt certain I might finally know happiness because of you.”
“Are you happy?” She kissed his chin and smoothed the hair on his chest.
“I have never known a happier day than this last one.”
“We’ll have many more, Robert Malet. In my heart of hearts, I know I am yours. I don’t know how-- I prayed we’d grow to love one another, but I never thought it would happen so quickly.” Caressing his face, she felt herself getting lost in his beautiful blue eyes, the same ones that had so captivated her on the day they first met.
“You are mine, my love. I know you believe you were meant for another but…”
“No, don’t speak of him. I feel terrible.” She hid her face with her hands.
“Why? Are you ashamed that you love me?” He knew that was not the reason but he disliked her feeling sympathy towards another man.
“Of course not! I feel ashamed I could forsake his love so easily. He will be devastated when he learns I have married another. It will be a greater heartbreak when he learns you and I are in love. Please do not be angry with me. He and I have been friends since childhood. He has waited so long to marry me and would have married me weeks ago if my father had not prevented it. He has been waiting for my birthday and I only turned 18 two days ago.” She nestled her forehead against his heart, hoping he would not be hurt.
“I am not angry with you, but he was your cousin, was he not?” He looked down at her.
She nodded. “Fourth.”
“If you need to bribe the Pope to marry, you shouldn’t marry. It isn’t right. He will find someone else.” He kissed the top of her head, hoping to ease her worries.
“But your King is married to his cousin?”
“Yes, but I had no say in that.” He smiled and kissed her again. “Your cousin will not bother us, my love. I’m sure he will find someone else. You are my wife now. He will move on.”
Lynette sighed sadly. “You don’t know Edgar.”
Continued and Concluded in The Spoils of War: Part 1 & 2
My Best Friend’s Dad
“Lea, just come home with me. I can’t leave you here by yourself.” My best friend, Kelsey was attempting to make herself feel better for stealing my boyfriend last semester. I’m exaggerating. She fucked my longtime boy crush that followed me from high school to Columbia University but got tired of waiting for me to put out. I liked him. I just wasn’t ready for sex yet. Kelsey was ready and willing, so they’re an item now. I’m better off, right? Well, it didn’t feel that way for the first month or so, but we’re better now and because we’ve been dorm mates since last year, we found a way to get along.
“I’ll be fine here, Kelsey. I could have gone to Montreal with my father, I just can’t stand his wife and you know my Mom. I’d rather not spend my entire Christmas holidays being told how fat I am.” I went back to my e-reader and tried to ignore all the mess she was making packing.
“Fat? How the hell are you fat? You’re all ribs, legs and tits”
“I guess it’s the tits. You know she’s an asshole. I stopped trying to understand her when I was 10.” I gazed over at my vibrating phone. It was my Dad messaging again.
“Is that your Dad? What’s he saying?” Kelsey climbed over to get a look at my phone.
“He’s threatening to come get me if I stay here alone.” I threw the phone in my nightstand.
“Je
sus, Lea, just come with me! It’s either Montreal with your Dad and that bitch or home with me. Besides, my father is insisting I spend time in Cambridge with him and I need a buffer.” Kelsey was pouting like a 6 year old.
My ears perked up with the mention of Dr. Boorman, Kelsey’s hot professor Dad. I’d met him a few times when he came to New York to visit his daughter and we had an ongoing flirtation. Actually it was more than that. The first time we met, he took Kelsey and I to visit the Museum of Natural History and surprised me by kissing me when we were alone in the Primate exhibit. Kelsey kept wandering off to text Justin and had left me to entertain her father all afternoon. We talked and flirted so much, there came a point when we didn’t have anything to do but stare anxiously at each other and smile. That’s when he swooped in and kissed me. At first it was just a peck, but when he saw no one else was around, he closed his mouth over mine and practically devoured my lips. I didn’t try to stop him and after Kelsey returned to our side, we both behaved like nothing had happened.
“Kelsey, your Dad is the one who comes to visit you, unlike your Mom. You should feel grateful he wants to spend time with you.” I grabbed my phone to text my father. It’d been a while since I’d been fondled and I was curious if he would continue escalating things. Since the kiss, he’d added caressing my ass in an elevator and last month we had a heavy make out session when he stopped by our dorm room to visit Kelsey unannounced. I was afraid I scared him away by telling him I was still a virgin, since he hadn’t come by to see his daughter once after that.
“Lea! My Dad is fucking boring! He teaches physics at MIT and was a boy genius so his social skills super suck. He’s nice, but he’s so strange and dull to be around. He’s not even 40 and he acts like he’s 60. I’ll bet my Mom was the last person he had sex with, seriously and they divorced when I was 3.” I watched her carry on about her poor Dad. Was I the only person who found this man irresistible?
“You know, I’ve always wondered how you can have a genius for a father and yet be so dumb.” I laughed as I reached for my luggage.
“Ha! Ha! You’re so hilarious. It just so happens he’s not my biological Dad. He thought he was at first, but my slutty Mom wasn’t sure and he married her anyway. I was 6 months when they found out for sure, but he legally adopted me anyway.”
“He sounds like a decent person, Kelsey. You should spend some time with my father, the lingerie designer. He would bring his girlfriends into our house ALL the time when my Mom was at work. I wish the worse thing I could say about him was that he was a bit boring.” After I sent a text to my philandering Dad that I’d be headed to Boston, I started packing.
We traveled by train from New York to Boston and arrived in just under four hours. Kelsey’s mom was at the station to greet us with her latest boyfriend, Jared. Like Kelsey, she was a very pretty lady and had been married a few times since her divorce from Kelsey’s dad. I could tell by the look on her face, that she was not expecting her mother’s boyfriend to be so young. He appeared to be in his late 20s and they both looked like they’d just crawled out of bed.
“Lea! I’m so glad you came after all! You’re always such a good influence on my Kelsey!” Her mom came up to hug me but I was able to evade a creepy hug from her boyfriend by ducking into the back seat of their car.
On our way to lunch, Kelsey’s mom briefed us on the schedule for the week. Right out of the gate, there was a problem.
“Sweetheart, your Dad knows you arrived on the 11am train so he made dinner reservations for you tonight. I’ve got the address here. He’s sending a car service to pick you up. I told him you brought your friend and he said he would change the reservations. FYI, it’s a nice place.” She seemed pleased with herself but Kelsey looked incredibly upset.
“Jesus Christ, Mom! Justin is coming in tonight to see me, why didn’t you clear this with me first?” Kelsey scowled and pulled out her phone.
“Why is Justin coming here? I would have just stayed in New York if you were planning on spending the holidays with him.” I was not in mood to see them spend a lovely holiday together.
“It’s just for tonight, then he’s going home. How long do we have to stay with Dad tonight? I’m going to have Justin meet us there.” While Kelsey text Justin, I sat and watched the exchange between mother and daughter.
“And what are your father and Lea supposed to do after he arrives?” Kelsey’s mother peered into the back seat to scold her daughter.
Kelsey was unmoved. “I’m telling him to get there at 9:00, dinner should almost be over by then. We can chat a bit and Daddy will pay for Lea’s ride back to the house.”
“I just saw your text, you liar. You told him to arrive at 8:30. I swear to God, Lea, if you leave me alone with your Dad to run off with Justin, I will marry him and make you call me Mommy.” I crossed my arms across my chest and shook my head defiantly.
“Well, at least you’ll both finally laid.” She gave me a silly smirk that only served to annoy me further.
I hadn’t planned on going out to a fancy dinner and there were only two dress options to choose from: a black low-cut minidress or a red low-cut minidress. Both showed off my three best assets, my boobs, my ass and my legs, but a part of me was afraid he’d think I was coming on to him. It’s not like I wanted to discourage him, I just didn’t want to be the aggressor. I decided to go with black, since it was the more conservative of the two and went better with my dark hair when I wore it long. Since I was already dressed a bit too grown up for 19, I went with minimal makeup and jewelry. Kelsey didn’t put quite as much effort in looking nice for her Dad. She was dressed too provocatively for a dinner date with her father and was only concerned with seeing Justin afterwards.
Chapter 2
“Hi Daddy! Merry Christmas!” Kelsey feigned excitement as she hugged her father. He was standing by the hostess desk waiting for us and caught my eye as soon we walked in. He was tall, maybe 6’5, lean with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes that looked larger through his dark rimmed glasses. He looked so handsome in his navy suit and red tie, I felt myself getting wet remembering the way he fingered my clit the last time we made out. No one had ever touched me there before, but I instantly submitted to him.
“Daddy, you remember my roommate, Lea Rousseau. Lea, you know my Dad, Dr. Boorman.” Kelsey’s father extended his hand to me, then covered my hand with his own.
“Please call me David. Kelsey, I think I’ve spent more time with Lea than with you this past semester. You’re always far more occupied with your phone. ” His deep, baritone voice was such a turn on. He sounded like a man, not a boy. Many nights I’d gone to sleep fantasizing about that voice saying the nastiest things to me.
“Lovely to see you again, David. Thank you for including me in your dinner plans.” I gazed up at his striking blue eyes, even bluer than my own and felt my heart beat wildly in my chest.
“My pleasure. Shall we?” He gestured for us to follow the hostess to our table and he followed closely behind.
There is nothing boring about David Boorman. His daughter is simply incapable of carrying on an intelligent conversation. We discussed politics, science, world history, the city, and theories on the Salem witch trials all before dessert. Kelsey was so busy staring at her phone waiting for Justin to text her, she could hardly contribute a few “yeses” and “oh yeahs” to our discussion. I’m not sure who was more embarrassed by her behavior, her father or me.
“Why aren’t you with your parents, Lea?” David handed me a dessert menu after Kelsey waved hers off.
“I don’t get along with my mother very well and my father wanted me to go to Montreal with him and his new wife, but she doesn’t like me very much, so I’d feel like I was in the way.” I hid behind my menu, feeling weird talking about my stupid family.
He looked at me apologetically. I’m not sure if he was sorry he’d brought it up or sorry that my parents were assholes. “Are you sure you don’t want anything sweetheart?” David made one las
t attempt at tempting Kelsey into ordering something from the menu.
“No Daddy. I’m going for dessert with Justin.” She went back to her phone.
Fifteen minutes later, while David and I were enjoying our desserts, sharing bites of my gelato and his apple crostata, Kelsey abruptly left the table to head to the front of the restaurant.
“What’s that about?” He asked, as he scooped a spoon full of my gelato.
“I assume Justin has arrived.” I handed him a napkin to wipe some chocolate from his bottom lip when Justin and Kelsey returned to our table.
“Lea! What are you doing here?” Justin looked genuinely surprised.
Both David and I gazed up at the couple staring down at us and put down our spoons. “What do you mean? Kelsey asked me to spend the holidays here with her. Didn’t you mention it to him in all your texts?” I glared at Kelsey curiously.
“I thought I had.” She replied dismissively.
“No, you know you didn’t. What were you thinking? I told you how I felt about this.” Justin was addressing Kelsey, but gave me a strange look before storming out. David and I watched his whining daughter chase after him.
After they were gone, we sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally asked me my opinion of what had just transpired. I gave him a few details on Justin and my history and how things ended rather badly but left out details of his daughter’s explicit involvement. He guessed that part on his own.
“He doesn’t appear to be over you yet.” David grinned mischievously as he asked for the check.
“No. It’s been over for a year. They’re just weird about their relationship.” I watched him pay for the check and he asked if I wanted to take a walk around Harvard Square before he took me home.
“I can catch a cab back, you don’t have to drive me.” I walked ahead of him as we exited the restaurant, looking around for Kelsey. She’d never said goodbye or told us she was leaving, so we both expected to see her and Justin arguing out in front.
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