by Xavier Neal
My pussy answers without my consent.
His fingers grip harder while his dick dives deeper. “I can never get enough of you...”
Once again the tensing muscles beg for more. Kellan's neck strains from the increase of my pussy squeezing. I lightly drag my tongue along the displayed area in a long languorous lick. The simple action shifts his movements from controlled to chaotic. He clamps his hands firmly on my hips and barbarically bounces my body back into his cock's every thrust. Before we know it, the two of us are propelled over the edge of ecstasy, gasping in a glorious tandem as our orgasms crash into each other. Our mouths gravitate together not only to muffle our moans but to overdose on one another. To suffocate in the lustful euphoria we've fallen into.
When our bodies finally reach a point of satiation, I drag my lips from his, and tease “Glad you waited for the right girl?”
Kellan lets out a wide grin crawl onto his face. “Absolutely...”
We share a chuckle and a chaste kiss before collapsing together again.
I don't know if you're a member of this club or not, but I will say join it if you can. And by if you can I mean as long as it doesn't get you kicked off a plane or banned from an airline.
Thankfully, the remainder of our flight is filled with a long overdue nap.
For the past two weeks it's been nonstop prepping for this trip. We spent the first few days moving the rest of my stuff from my old apartment to the penthouse, which went quicker than expected. However, once all my things were there, arguing over decorating and sharing space turned brutal. It became more than apparent he had never had to share his living area before. After all that was settled, the days were spent searching for my passport I got four years ago when I thought I'd be able to go with friends to Mexico for Labor Day weekend, and struggling to pack. I mean, how the hell does anyone pack for an unknown amount of time for a trip to an unknown country? Exactly. Despite Kellan's insistence on just buying me an entire new wardrobe, Jovi helped guide me the best she could between breaking down into tears over losing another best friend. There was no convincing her that I would be back before she knew it. I get the feeling I'm not the first friend who's told her that.
Once we've safely landed and our bags have been tucked into the trunk of a black Rolls Royce, Kellan makes my first introduction.
“Brie this is Vincent, my security detail. Vincent, meet Brie. An extension of me.”
Was that sweet or possessive? Sweetly possessive?
The large tall dark haired man extends his hand for me to shake. He doesn't say a word as we do or even once we're finished. Vincent gives me a firm nod and turns his sun glass covered face to his employer. “Home, sir?”
Kellan gives me a brief glance before answering, “The scenic route.”
He nods his understanding and opens the car door for us. I try to hold in my awe at the sight of the inside of the vehicle.
There's a major difference between being in a limo and being in something like a Rolls. This screams high class to the point my ears are bleeding. The deep tinted windows. The embroidered deep gray leather bench seats. The pulled down tray with two glass flutes and a bottle of champagne chilling. Why do I feel like the plane was just the teeny tiny tip of the iceberg?
As we pull away from the airstrip, Kellan politely offers me a drink. After quickly denying him, I divert my attention outside the glass, enthralled by the gorgeous greenery. While pouring himself a glass, he begins to explain how the royal air strip is right on the outskirts of Fayeweather and how we'll be taking the country roads, so I can see the true beauty of his country. I admire the rolling hills, the quaint villas on acres of property, and the way the city itself creates a striking contrast in the background. For what feels like hours, we drive through empty streets and discuss how breathtaking the sight is.
“Slow down,” Kellan abruptly announces as the city life appears in the near distance. “Make a right here.”
Vincent obeys and turns onto an unpaved road.
About three minutes down it, he commands, “Stop here.” The car glides to a smooth halt and Kellan leans over to let down my window. “Right there.”
I give him a questionable glance.
“Right there is where I want to build Hannah's Hope.”
After surveying the huge unoccupied space, I turn completely around, and ask, “You named it? When did you name it?”
“It's always had a name,” he tries to brush off.
“But this is the first time I've ever heard you use it. Come to think about it, even your program is only referred to by its acronym, MINOH.”
Kellan lifts the glass to his lips.
“Hannah? Who's Hannah?”
I watch as his eyes gloomily gloss over. He attempts to answer yet seems unable.
“Hannah was the queen, Miss Brie,” Vincent speaks firmly for him.
A small gasp escapes.
It takes a moment before Kellan finds the strength to explain. “Hannah Olivia Kenningston had one giant hope I have spent most of my adult life keeping alive. She wanted a world where children could be cared for. It did not matter to her if they were sick or homeless, rich or poor, she wanted to be able to help provide for them, to give them the foundation to become better people than perhaps they had ever imagined possible. When she died of breast cancer, Kristopher turned his efforts towards fighting that battle and I sought to finish the one she started. I went to school to better understand why people become the people they do, to get a better understanding of the true effects of one's upbringing from social status to the simple exposure of a book at an early age. I convinced myself if I could understand her vision it would be easier to complete. But in the process of it all, my own was born and so was the idea of a string of orphanages around the world. A safe haven for those without parents. A safe alternative to help drain the clogged foster care systems and provide better health, education, and love to those who need it. To take the structure of an elite boarding school and provide it to those the world is so quick to disregard before they've even had a chance to start. Both MINOH, which stands for Minors in need of Hope, and Hannah's Hope are named directly after the woman who refused to ever believe in hopelessness.”
What...What do I even say to that? God, just when I thought I knew everything about him, he still manages to find a way to surprise me.
“To the palace,” his voice whispers in what sounds like pain.
I roll up the window and curl my body into his. The moment I do, he wraps his arms around me, and I quietly state, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
Kellan plants a soft kiss on my forehead before replying, “Thank you for letting me.”
Neither of us says another word the remainder of the car ride. I shift in his arms to get a glimpse of the highways that lead to the heart of the city, but the view is short lived. We take another road resembling the ones from our country side tour except about ten minutes later, tall gray stone buildings begin to appear. Before I know it, we turn to the right and head down a guarded driveway with several soldiers on each side. I quickly sit up straight, anxious to see anything and everything I can.
Holy shit....I'm really about to see an actual royal palace! Oh my gosh, which Disney song do you wanna sing right now?
At the first gate, Vincent swipes his key card, granting us instant access, however at the next iron gate are two armed guards on the outside right below security cameras and another one waiting in a booth. The man steps out and strolls over to inspect the inside of the vehicle.
He approves Vincent but lifts his eyebrows at the sight of me. In a cautious voice, he greets, “Good evening, Prince Kellan.”
“Evening David,” Kellan says warmly in return.
“I wasn't aware you would be returning with a guest, sir.”
He leans forward with a wicked grin. “It's kind of a surprise.”
David tries not to stare. “Indeed it will be, sir.”
Because Kellan never brings home guests or
something else?
“Relax, David. Take a picture like you would any other guest and upload it.”
He hesitates. “Upload it to the private database for... personal family guests, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Not tourists, sir?”
“No.”
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Positive.”
David nods and steps away, which is when I ask, “Take my picture?”
“Documentation upon visiting. The cameras capture images, but this is just an additional part of security. They take your face and it goes in a secure file. When you return, with or without me present they'll take another picture and check it against the database. Those in the small, private personal guest file are permitted after a phone call of approval from the person they are visiting. Those in the other, are not permitted unless the palace is open for a public event in which they will need to provide proof they were invited to the grounds. Then there's obviously the employee database, which are given passes with their photos attached. There are those who work for vendors and delivery companies and are not allowed access past this part of the gate. Employees from the inside have to come and escort whatever needs to be escorted in.”
There's a light tapping on the window and Kellan rolls it down.
I nervously smile, extremely grateful it only takes a second with his device. Afterward, he gives us both a polite nod, disappears back in the booth, and opens the iron gates for us. As we're driven past the guards, they stand at full attention and salute.
Another wave of anxiety rolls through me, but Kellan playfully attempts to battle it away, “They get paid to do that.”
I roll my eyes at the comment though he succeeds in getting me to let go of the breath I don't remember holding.
Now on the other side of the gate I'm exposed to more buildings in the same gray rock that were on the outside except they appear to all be connected. We continue veering to the left to take the track around the courtyard, which has a stone fountain surrounded by blooming red roses.
“This stretch of the palace is where we host an array of events in our name. Some private for those with equally pointless titles and some for the selected portions of the public. This entire area is fitted to hold overnight guests, banquets, and weddings,” Kellan quickly explains. “Then over there,” he points to the approaching area right where the track curves, “is more or less the area for those who serve at the palace. Security guards, maids, cooks, really anyone who spends the majority of their life here as opposed to anywhere else. They live in this area and there is also a private tutoring area for those who have children. While they're not required to live on the grounds, it does make their lives quite easier.” He motions his head past the stretch of building between the curves. “That tower and the one at the opposite end are security. There are several safety measures set in place to insure the safety of the royal family if there was ever a threat and each area tower has a separate purpose not only in that but in day to day security as well. The path over there between those buildings leads to parking for employees, several gardens, and Kris' personal dwelling that was built for him and Soph to live in when they needed space outside the palace walls. There are additional security structures back there as well. There is also a back entrance though it is guarded the same way the front entrance is. It's just an easier access point for Kris' home.” The vehicle finally comes to a complete stop. “That direction is where our personal vehicles are parked as well as the ones we use for travel like this. In the area above it is where our security details are allowed to congregate and relax between outings. They have separate living quarters than the rest of security, which are also in that building.”
All of a sudden, Vincent opens my car door, and extends his hand to help me out.
The moment Kellan is standing beside me, he states, “And this is the entrance for the stretch of the palace occupied by my father, Kristopher, Soph, occasionally myself, and now you.”
I feel my lungs constrict in apprehension again.
I don't think I can do this....
His fingers slip with mine and he sweetly promises, “You'll be fine, love. I swear.”
After an additional moment of hesitation, a long deep breath, and an encouraging kiss, Kellan leads me through the entry way and into the palace.
Immediately, he's greeted warmly by maids who scurry past him to collect our things.
My jaw drops at the stunning interior that is cloaked in black, red, and gold. Everything from the rugs covering the marble floors to the drapery protecting the windows seems to have the same color scheme as their flag. Kellan leads me around the grand staircase that appears to go on for days and towards the back area of the palace. I observe as much as I can along the way, passing statues, painted family portraits, and enough intricate chandeliers I begin to wonder if maybe they just own a company who makes them.
Would make sense right? And quick question, who in their right mind would want to spend their entire life dusting those things?
Finally, we cross what I am hoping is at least half of the castle and arrive at a set of double doors with a maid waiting on the outside.
“Prince Kellan.” She curtsies. “Miss.” With a nod she opens the door for us and my eyes widen at the room on the other side.
There's a long oval table, covered with a black table cloth, surrounded by black chairs with dark red cushioning. The table itself has red roses in vases and appears to be set for twenty.
Dear Lord I hope there won't be that many of us for dinner.
On the wall to the right there is a fireplace with a family portrait of what appears to feature Kellan as a boy while on the wall to the left and the wall directly in front of me are windows with heavy black curtains pulled open.
Suddenly, a dark haired brunette slips into the room from behind one of the sections I just assumed was a wall.
So....They have secret passageways too? Am I in an old Sherlock Holmes movie? Yeah! Yeah! He's British not Doctenn. Geez. You sound like Kellan.
“Kellan!” The woman exclaims joyfully rushing towards him.
“Soph!” He says back letting my hand go to hug his sister in law.
When she pulls back, she gives me a sweet smile. “You look overwhelmed. I'm hoping that's because all of this is a lot to take in and not because of something this asshole said before you arrived.”
“Hey,” Kellan playfully objects. “I am not an asshole.”
We pin him with similar sarcastic expression.
“Fine....Not all the time.”
I giggle and she diverts her attention back to me. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”
“You too!” I warmly agree. “And...if it's okay to say, you're even more beautiful in person than you are over the computer.” My eyes drink in her thin 5'7 frame that's being displayed perfectly in high neck red romper along with her dark highlighted hair and striking crystal blue eyes. “Not sure I should stand so close to you in pictures. I'd most likely look like a troll.”
Sophia tosses back her head in laughter before cooing, “Oh, heavens, you are sweet enough to give me a toothache.”
“Is that why mine constantly hurt?” Kellan winks.
I blush yet she slugs him in the arm. “Behave. This is her first meeting of all of us in person. You'll be lucky if she doesn't run from this palace screaming by the time dinner is done.”
Her warning flares my eyes again.
Immediately seeing my fright, she reaches for my hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. “I didn't mean that to sound as bad as it did. I simply meant, you've only seen a smidgen of the Kenningston brother's antics over the computer. In person they are so much worse.”
I offer her another smile at the same time Kellan asks, “Speaking of those known for ruining a good time, where are my brother and father?”
Sophia's grip on me falls away as she turns completely to him. “They're wrapping up a meeting.”
“The
kind where they compare terrible tennis scores or tyrant tantrums?”
She rolls her eyes. “They're discussing the annual summer brunch.”
“Oh...” My boyfriend's face tightens. “And I supposed Kris is pushing again for more funding to open an additional branch of research?”
“Actually, he's pushing for your program.”
I peer up at him with excitement. “That's great isn't it? That would help you expand like you want, right?”
Kellan hesitates before looking down at me. “It would if my father ever actually took the proposal with him to present.”
“Doesn't this give you a chance?”
“Highly unlikely,” he mutters.
“Don't be such a downer,” Soph fusses, slugging him again. “Kris has been adamant about getting your father to give the program more attention. He didn't go in with a separate proposal this time. He wants all of your father's focus there.”