by H. Q. Frost
I grab her shoulders but before I shove her away, I remember we're in front of my aunt. And before I can detest the kiss, I find myself giving in to her soft lips.
"You look well rested. Ready for our big day?" Ms. Reif says after pulling away.
Refusing to touch my lips that are actually burning with desire, I quickly sit and her words process. She told Gee. She fucking told her and now I will get questioned why Ms. Reif's being inseminated, and why before marriage.
"Callum is helping me plant a garden," she says to Gee and I jerk my head to look at her.
"Oh, how nice," Gee coos and smiles at me. "Adam won't plant flowers with me."
"Ah, yes, well, once again, I prove to be the better man."
Ms. Reif laughs so hard I look over at her, but she places her hand on my arm and rubs.
"I've never met your husband, Gee, but I'm sure he's a treat."
"He's delightful. In his own right." Gee chuckles. "But Callum is really giving most men in the family a run for their money. First the cat. Then the flowers and necklace. Now you two are planting a garden together."
"Flowers and necklace?" Ms. Reif speaks up and I sit back as I'm served my breakfast.
"The hydrangeas and that beautiful necklace he gave you." Gee smiles.
"Oh, right." Ms. Reif clears her throat and looks down at her plate.
I look from her face to her plate, noticing she never realized those were gifts from me. It doesn't matter. I didn't do it out of want. It was a necessity to try and keep her happy. That's pointless now, so her little gardening lie, is going to be just that, a lie. The only gardening we're doing is planting my seed inside her womb.
The girls talk and talk and I add in a head nod or grunt occasionally but all the talk of this wedding is mind numbing. Flowers. Dresses. Hair decorations. None of which I care about but they are acting like they eat, breathe, and sleep this wedding. This is a big deal. It has to be done right. But I honestly don't have effort to put into something I know is fake. Something I'm going to end a year after it starts.
"Callum," Ms. Reif says and I look over after blocking them out for the past twenty minutes. "It's almost eleven and I have to do something first," she quietly says.
"Gee, if you don't mind. We have a strict timeline to follow today." I smile at her.
"Of course." She stands with a beaming smile. "Mag, text me tomorrow and we'll get together about my dress."
"I can't wait." Ms. Reif stands to hug her and I turn away.
My aunt will be the most heartbroken when I remove Ms. Reif from our family, but I can't tell her the truth. Her marriage to Adam was arranged, but they ended up falling in love. She wouldn't understand mine and Ms. Reif's circumstances are different. I despise the woman and she hates me.
"I have to go to my room," Ms. Reif quietly says as we exit the Garden Room.
"For what?"
"Because the good doctor popping my cherry when he goes to inseminate me is going to be rather awkward," she quietly hisses at me and I pause.
"Come again?" Popping her cherry?
"I've never stuck anything in my vagina, Callum! As far as I know, my hymen is intact, and him breaking it is going to be humiliating and painful." Thankfully she's kept her voice down but I'm still not comprehending.
She's a virgin?
"You're not deflowered?" I balk.
"What?" she shrieks at me. "How do you not know this? I had to be a virgin to marry your stupid ass!"
"Ms. Reif, let's not get dramatic." I glance around because her voice is raising. "I didn't know it was a requirement. That wasn't a stipulation from me," I implore her to believe me. Had I known that…well, I don't know, but this is completely out of left field.
"This is embarrassing." She sighs. "I'm so glad we're going through with this. Why couldn't you just fucking tell your family no? My mom never said I had to do this. She just acted like she wanted me to. You definitely don't want to do this, so why are you?"
"I don't have a choice," I dully respond and usher her back to her room. I can't believe she's going to…do whatever it is she plans on doing to devirginize herself.
"I had a choice."
"Well I didn't," I snap.
Conversation ends there. When I open the door to her bedroom, I almost follow her inside. I don't know what the hell for. There's nothing I want to see. She enters and the door closes in my face. I turn to walk away but stop. She's behind that door, masturbating. My dick starts to swell at the thought and I scowl down at myself. If I wanted the woman, I would take her. I don't want her so my dick needs to stop reacting as if I do. Pushing my ear to the door, I close my eyes and mentally scold myself, but I'm still not pulling away. All is quiet and right, but before I turn to walk away, I hear the distinct noise of a vibrator. My eyes spring wide and I'm in disbelief she's doing this with me right outside the door. She probably assumed I walked away, and I need to, but my legs aren't taking me.
Get ahold of yourself. I mentally scold myself and pull away until I hear a moan. She's fucking moaning behind this door and my swelling dick is now swollen. I haven't had sex in a couple weeks and there's a woman behind that door pleasuring herself. Christ, I should have just taken her myself. No! That isn't what I want from this woman. But at this rate, I'm almost desperate. When she gasps, I push my ear harder against the wood and hear her curse. It's not pleasant and before I can open the door to see if she's hurt herself, I quickly drop my hand. She'd murder me.
The moaning starts a minute later and I close my eyes, my hand rubbing over my dick in my slacks while I listen to her self-pleasuring noises. Whether or not I want to be with the woman, there's no denying she can get me hard. I should have her pinned to that bed while I empty myself inside of her. Her moaning becomes louder and more frequent and my hand rubbing over my pants starts to move faster. When the triumph of her orgasm blasts from her vocal chords, my own orgasm shoots from me into my boxer briefs and humiliation doesn't begin to explain how I feel toward myself.
"Your Grace," Lol says from the doorway to the hall and I stand up straight.
"Ms. Reif," I call out abruptly and knock, not wanting him to hear her noises, or realize what I was doing. "We're going to be late. Ms. Reif?" I knock again.
"Sir, are you okay?" Lol asks, still approaching me.
"Fine. Just fine. Ms. Reif, we have to go." I knock again.
"Is everything alright with Mag?" Now he's concerned and he should be. I was leaned against her door, panting heavily from rubbing myself to orgasm through my pants while my fiancée fucked a vibrating toy.
"She's fine." I lift my hand to knock again but she yanks open the door. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks panicked.
"Rupier has come to check on you," I inform her, explaining my interruption.
"I was in my room," she says, her vocal cords tight and high pitched. She didn't even have the chance to come down from her orgasm.
"Yes, well, we're going to be late." I need to change, but there's no time now. Taking her hand, I feel dampness on her fingers and my eyes go wide while I look into her face.
"Let's go," she insists, flustered and embarrassed.
I curse under my breath and fight an urge to pull her back into that bedroom. I've already come but I can get it up again.
"Where are you headed?" Lol asks and I shoot him a dangerous look.
"We're planting a garden," she says and I exhale a breath. We are not planting a garden.
Lifting her hand to my lips, I kiss her fingers and inhale, able to smell her. My cock starts to swell again and she quickly yanks our hands down, knowing what I was doing. I don't look at Lol, not wanting to even see the confusion on his face.
"We'll see you later, Rupier," I say and he nods, parting ways with us.
When he's out of sight, she yanks her hand away.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" I smirk. "How hard did you come? I can smell your pussy on your fingers. Is that how you did it? Or did you use your vibrating toy?"
"Fuck you," she hisses and shoves away from me.
When we enter the room, she climbs onto the table and I stare at her, unable to shake the disappointment that I didn't take that opportunity to fuck her. I'm fighting my dick that wants to get hard and stay hard. I need to have sex but being an engaged man that's soon to be married, I'm going to be fucking my hand for a long time.
"Stop looking at me," she says and I glance back for the doctor but he's not around yet.
"Was it exactly how you thought it'd be?" My finger slides down her hand and she yanks it away, making me smirk.
"Don't touch me."
"Was there pain? I know you came. I heard you." I reach for her face but she turns her head. "Tell me about it."
"I fucking hate you," she growls and I grab her face steady before leaning close, her breath hitting my lips.
"I should have hate fucked you until you screamed for mercy."
Looking into her face, I don't know if I see fear or lust but my head is full of haze, needing to bury myself inside her.
"And here we are," the doctor says and I pull away from her, turning to face him and smile.
"Here we are. Eager to conceive." I shoot her a glance and she's still got that same look on her face.
After instructing her to use the bathroom and put on a gown, I start a conversation with the doctor about the likelihood of this taking. He knows better than to ask questions as to why we're going this route, so he can't really give me an answer. But if all is well and there are no medical conditions preventing us from conceiving, this will hopefully take the first time.
He doesn't realize me being in the room is uncomfortable for Ms. Reif, and the fact I can practically taste her discomfort makes me look forward to this. I stand by her feet, leaving room for the doctor and her eyes go wide. I don't actually want to see him probing her. That's not fantasy inducing, but I'm feeding off her embarrassment. She won't speak up. We're supposed to be a happily engaged couple. The doctor has no clue she just broke her own hymen so he doesn’t know she's a virgin. Stupid girl.
She's shivering, or trembling in nerves, I can't tell which but part of me feels for her. It's an invasive procedure, I'm sure. But it's better than what I would have done to her. After a sigh, I grit my teeth and move to her side, offering my hand. She latches on like I threw her a lifeline.
"No pain, no pain," he keeps repeating and smiling up at her from between her spread legs.
"No pain." I push a smile on my face and look down. She has tears rolling from her eyes and I go into protection mode. Whether or not I like the woman, she's my fiancée and seeing her in tears like this has made me uncomfortable. "Ms. Reif," I whisper and lean closer to her face, smoothing her purple hair off her forehead. "You're doing great. It'll be over soon." I offer her a smile but she won't look at me and the trembling in her hand hasn't stopped. "Do you think he'll look like me, or you?" I grin and she lets out a laugh before bursting into tears. That apparently was not the right thing to say.
"It could be a girl," she says through tears and her crying is making more sense. She doesn't want to be in this situation with me longer than she has to either.
"It may." I look toward the doctor. I should have went all out and paid to ensure the baby would be a boy. When she whimpers through her sobs, I snarl at the doctor, unsure if he's hurting her, or if this is more an emotional pain. "Shh." I turn back for her face and find myself kissing her forehead. "You're doing great, Magdelena. Thank you." I kiss her head again before standing upright.
Her trembling's stopped and I glance from the doctor to her face and the tears have stopped falling. With closed eyes and lips, she looks like she's not a tyrant. She's a beautiful woman but painfully inappropriate for my life.
Hopefully the tradition has gone long enough that my offspring won't have to marry a Reif making it incestual. I think that is the only way to end this hypocrisy. Not that our bloodlines probably haven't crossed a time or two in the past. But I prefer to keep those thoughts out of my head.
"Complete," the doctor boasts, making me startle.
Ms. Reif gives my hand a squeeze and I offer her a brief smile.
"Don't get up," he insists when she tries to move. "I suggest laying down for thirty minutes. Allow the sperm to travel without gravity." He makes a vacuuming noise and gestures to the floor.
"You want me to lay on this table for thirty minutes?" The woman's not happy about this and it makes me chuckle. "I'm not laying here." She tries to sit up again but I stop her.
"Please," I insist.
"You try laying on this table that long!"
With a grunt, I slide my arm under her neck, followed by her legs.
"Callum!"
"Mr. Carbon?" the doctor questions.
"She wants to be comfortable. I will carry her to her room," I tell him. "Please excuse us. I will contact you soon for details." We exit the room and she's infuriated.
"I'm naked under this gown!" growls from her in a kitten's meow.
"I know." I smirk and continue my stride. My room is closer and I would like to get her comfortable sooner rather than later so I head that way.
"I don't want to be in your room."
"The feeling is mutual." I deposit her onto the bed and step away. "Please rest. Can I get you something?"
"The hell out of here," she grumbles but is careful not to move too abruptly as she gets comfortable.
"Come now, Ms. Reif. I know for a fact my bed is comfortable. Relax for a while and allow the process to take place." I gesture to her abdomen and the look on her face makes me move for the door.
I'm no happier about the situation than she is, but this has to happen. Leaving her alone, I allow her time to relax. It's not her happiness that's a goal, it's keeping her complacent until we can end this.
When I return to the bedroom, she's asleep. The girl's had quite a morning already. From devirginizing masturbation to artificial insemination. I can't blame her for being exhausted.
It's dim outside when I wake. I only know because when Callum put me in this bed the light was seeping in from the top of the curtains. Now, the heavy curtains keep me in the shadows. I've slept way longer than I had planned. I didn't plan on sleeping at all but his bed is comfortable, and I was extremely uncomfortable. I was in such a panic to hide all traces of my virginity from the doctor I didn't think about the repercussions. Cramps started almost immediately after he did his procedure and I'm sure they came from both what I did to myself and Callum's ridiculous idea. There's a chance I could be pregnant right now, if that's how it works. Or conceiving… Either way, this is too surreal.
I woke from my nap several times but each time I thought about getting up, I drifted back to sleep. Now I'm starving and have a strong urge to pee. Not to mention, put on real clothes. Slowly sitting up, I wince from the cramps and groan before I flop back to the bed and start to kick my arms and legs. I'm covered now. I wasn't before, so that means Lol or one of Callum's servants covered me. He refers to them as staff but they're fucking servants and it's sick.
God, Callum Carbon is Satan and I'm carrying his seed. Trying to. I'd say I wish it doesn't take, but then I'd be here even longer. He said I'm going to have his child and then he plans on divorcing me. I'm all for it, except if he thinks he'll keep my baby, he's insane. Although, I already know he's insane.
How could he not know I was a virgin? Those freaky papers said I had to be a virgin to marry a Carbon. And 'losing' my virginity the way I did, well, I could have went without that, even if I did get off. It wasn't the first time I masturbated, but I never inserted anything because it's just not comfortable. And it wasn't today, but it's done. I don't know what I did and I don't know if the doctor could still tell, but I did it. No taking it back now, and I'm not sure I want to do it again. Bringing myself to orgasm from clitoral stimulation is always pleasant, but the other way…I think I'll pass.
After my tantrum, that I think is only because I've slept way too long, I slide myself
from Callum's bed, having to hold on for dear life before I hit the ground. Trudging my way to the bathroom, I feel like I'm wearing lead shoes. For a girl with no ambition in life, why do I suddenly feel like I've signed my death sentence? I shouldn't even care. I came here for an experience, and this sure as hell is one. Who cares if it'll end in a little over a year and I'll be the single mother of a Duke's child?
"Holy shit," I say to my reflection as it all starts to sink in.
I shoved a dildo inside myself so I could get impregnated with Callum's sperm. Have I always been this pathetic? Mid squat, I pause. Am I allowed to go to the bathroom? With a lean, I look down at my vagina, wondering if I can pee or if that'll push all the sperm out. I mean, I can't hold it the rest of my life, so I sit and sigh. Even his toilet is comfortable. I should just get back into his bed and sleep until tomorrow, but I'm hungry and still in this gown.
After I go to my room to dress, I head for the dining room, because that's the only way I know how to get to the kitchen. I walk in to Callum rather close to a woman while she whispers in his ear. It's only them in the dining room and they're seated on the couch away from the set dining table. Seeing her leaned into his ear and her hand on his shoulder immediately makes me angry. I have no covetous feelings toward Callum personally. But I have plenty toward my fiancé. He's mine, whether I like him or not, and even if it's only for a short while, he's mine right now.
"Callum," I get their attention and he pulls away, getting to his feet.
"You're awake," he says approaching me and taking my elbow before gesturing to the red-lipped bombshell on the couch. "This is Qara."
I force a smile and approach her with my hand out. When we get close, she stands. Ignoring my hand, she moves closer and gently grabs my face. Her thumbs smooth under my eyes and her sight searches like she's counting my flaws. Before I can look at Callum for explanation, she kisses my chin then backs away.
"Pleasure to meet you," I manage to say before looking at Callum who's rubbing his chin, also like he's uncomfortable.
"We were just going to sit down to a meal." He looks at the table and I want to decline just to get the hell away from the weird woman, but I don't want to leave her alone with what's supposed to be mine.