BABY ROYAL

by Bella Grant

  She trembled as I grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the edge of the pool. I spread her legs and sucked in a lungful of air. I held her gaze as I used my index finger and parted the thin cotton barrier, which revealed a moist, pink, wet heaven. I couldn’t help salivating, and I lowered my head and tasted her. Her legs folded over my head when I did, and I felt her shake vigorously. This only sent me into a heated fervor, and I pressed her legs apart as I ran my tongue over her clit. She trembled, and I sucked and tugged at her growing erection before my tongue darted in and out of her tight spot.

  I didn’t want to simply suck and lick her, as much as I loved her flavor. I wanted to feel my cock deep inside her. I pulled my vibrating shaft from its polyester prison and lifted her back into the pool. Her eyes had grown wild, and she looked nervous as I brought her down onto my cock. Her eyes bulged, and she whimpered. My chest burned as I gripped her hips and sank deep into her.

  She locked her legs around me, and her fingernails dug into my arms. Her face contorted, and when I stroked again, her legs tightened. She looked like she was in pain more than she was enjoying the moment, and when I moved again, I saw a thin wisp of red lace through the water and rise to the surface.

  She was a virgin. I stopped moving instantly, but she remained tense. I was stunned, and the water lapped around my arms as it continued with the motion I had stirred. Something was wrong with this picture. She had agreed to marry me, have my children, and carry out this contract knowing she was a virgin? What made this delicate flower surrender to a life like this? I felt sorry for her, and an automatic shame engulfed me. I felt like I had abused her and contracted her to a life that would bring her no joy.

  My limp cock slid from her, and I released her as she placed trembling feet on the pool floor. It became obvious to me that this could not have been simply business for her. She had every intention of getting more, or had hopes of it, anyway. And I had violated her, first when I had given her false hope, and now that I had taken her.

  I moved back and she looked at me with frightened eyes. “I’m sorry,” I croaked when my voice failed me. “I didn’t know…”

  “It…wait…” she said weakly, but it wasn’t enough to deter me. I had to go.

  “Sorry.”

  I didn’t look back after I spoke the last word but escaped to the privacy of my master bath where I fully intended to wash away my embarrassment.

  A virgin? She was a damned virgin? Why did she do this?

  I couldn’t make sense of what she had done, but the longer I stood there, the more I felt like a douche. And no amount of water cascading down my back could possibly make me feel any better about it.

  Anna

  I stood with my back against the cold edge of the pool long after he had gone, shaking, my mind so dazed I didn’t feel the water as it folded around me. Even with half my body submerged, I still felt the sting of my first sexual encounter. I was no longer a virgin, and I wasn’t sure if I should celebrate or feel like an idiot. I had wanted him, and right up to the point when he sank his cock into me, my body had ached for it. For him. N0w, all I felt was the cold as my senses thawed. I began to feel the water and the effects of being abandoned by the first man I let between my legs.

  I scrambled from the pool, and my legs buckled under me. If it wasn’t for the guard rails, I would have tumbled back into the water. I gripped the cold bars and clambered to solid footing, then hurried to wrap the towel around my wet body. I was anxious as I fled the scene and took great pains to avoid being seen by any of the house staff. I was so aware of the fact that I had just had sex, I believed anyone looking on would notice it too. And I didn’t want anyone to witness my shame.

  I didn’t even have a chance to enjoy it either, I thought Raymond had taken off like a bat out of hell, and for what? Because I was a virgin? I thought that would have been a good thing. I wanted to be angry with him, and when I got to my room, I even tried to provoke it. I tried to conjure up all the bad things he had said since we met, and how aloof he had been. I tried imagining him with another woman, but nothing I thought of was sufficient to rid my mind of the image from the pool.

  I fell back against the bed and closed my eyes as pure bliss slowly embraced me. I remembered how he had felt as he pressed against me, and though my back pinched against the pool’s edge, his cock pulsating below consumed me. The way his tongue had moved over my clit—slowly, purposefully—like it was his intention to drive me crazy. My eyes flew open at the thought. He wanted me. He was unable to resist me, and he had come on to me. After over a month of living with him, he had finally seen me.

  A smile spread across my face and quickly evolved into a grin. My insides grew warm, and I turned to mush. Raymond Jameson wanted me! My chest heaved and my hand, like it had a mind of its own, moved and rested on the still pulsating flesh between my legs. Now that I thought about it, I felt a slight burning sensation, a gentle reminder of what he and I had shared. I wondered if he was thinking about it too, and how soon the next time would be.

  “Ugh!” I groaned as my erotic thoughts were interrupted by the ringing telephone. It could only be one person. “Hey, Henrietta.”

  “Well, someone sounds happy to hear from me,” she answered sarcastically.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and cocked my head to the side so I could talk hands free. “I am,” I told her, “but you called at a bad time, is all I’m saying.”

  “A bad time?” she repeated. “Did I interrupt… wait, was it Raymond? Did he do something? Say something? What? Tell me!” she continued eagerly, and I could envision her brown eyes shining, resembling those of a grizzly bear—like little round buttons stuck onto her face.

  I wasn’t sure how much of what happened I wanted to share. I mean, the man basically fucked me and walked away. Not necessarily the best of news. “Nothing really,” I lied.

  “Oh no, I’m not falling for that. Spill!” she commanded.

  I sighed. “There really is nothing. I was in the pool, he came home, and I guess he had the same idea, so he came in too. Then…”

  “Go on…” she egged, and the way her breathing changed, I could tell she was changing her position wherever she was sitting, trying to get comfortable for what she hoped would come next.

  I laughed, which was easy to do with Henrietta. She was like an overgrown child in one sense and the mature socialite on the other hand, a role not even she liked. “Well, he kinda came on to me, and we sorta had sex. Well, I can barely call it that,” I hastened to correct myself.

  “What do you mean you ‘sorta had sex?’” she pressed. “Either you did or you didn’t.”

  “Okay, all right, we did,” I admitted finally, and rolled over onto my back. Then I saw my bedroom door was open and rushed to close it just in case he passed and heard me talking about him. It might go to his head too much.

  “So, how was it?” Henrietta inquired as I returned to the bed.

  “Not what I thought it would be. It burned!”

  “Burned? So, you were really a virgin?”

  “Why do you think I’ve been saying that all this time?” I teased. “He is—was—my first.”

  “Oh,” was all she said, which was atypical of Henrietta. “I guess the next time might be better. Hell, I’m hoping it is. At least it would give me something to look forward to.” She giggled.

  “Me too, Henrietta,” I replied with a giggle to match hers.

  “Wait, so does that mean you two are actually getting close?”

  I was more than eager to assume as much. “I guess,” I replied and sighed. “But I’m not so sure. He kinda took off right after…when he realized I was a virgin. I don’t even know what that meant.”

  “Girl, it means he is into you and he’s fighting it,” Henrietta shot back. “Why else would he have had sex in the first place if he wasn’t feeling you?”

  My heart thundered in my chest as I imagined moving across the hall. We would no longer sleep in separate beds, even though tha
t had been my idea to begin with. My face lit up, and I started to feel warm and mushy inside.

  “You’re right,” I agreed. “Things are going better than I planned.”

  “I told you there was nothing to be worried about,” Henrietta gloated. “By the way, how’s your mom?”

  My face fell. “I try to visit them as much as I can, but I have to be careful. I don’t want anyone to spot me at the shelter and ask questions.”

  “Yeah, yeah I get that. But you can always use me, if you want,” she offered.

  “No, I don’t want you to get into any trouble with your mom,” I replied, “but thanks for offering. I try to do what I can, but I don’t know if I’m being watched. I can’t even use the card to get medication for them, so I use whatever cash I can get my hands on. I hope in time, I’ll be able to do better.”

  “Yeah,” she replied sadly. “I get you. Well, better than nothing. I’m sure now that Raymond has warmed up to you he will be less suspicious, if he is at all.”

  “Maybe,” I agreed. “Anyway, got to run. It’s almost dinner time.”

  “Okay, hon,” she said gaily and hung up.

  I remained on my back, the smile from earlier making its way slowly across my face again. I bit my lips as I thought about being next to him at dinner and what might happen after that. I forgot about the burning sensation as I sprang from the bed and rummaged in the closet for something appropriate to wear. I didn’t want him to forget about what had happened, and if he was ashamed, I wanted him to know I was more than comfortable sleeping with him. I was, after all, a woman now.

  I found a chemise romper that stopped mid-thigh. The top dipped into a fold between my breasts, revealing enough to make his mouth water. I showered and wore no panties when I dressed, and I swore I had never felt sexier in my life. I smacked my lips and opened the door, my chest in the air as I wandered to the dining room. I could barely hear my thoughts over the pounding of my heart, and my hands began to get clammy as perspiration beads popped up all over my body.

  I was happy he wasn’t yet there, as was usually the case. The table was already set and the dinnerware laid out. Grace was bringing out the last of the dishes as I sat down.

  “How are you this evening, ma’am?” She beamed.

  I liked Grace. She didn’t get in my way and didn’t ask questions. “I’m great, Grace,” I answered and gave her one of my best smiles.

  She smiled back and was half way to the arch that separated the dining hall from the hallway to the kitchen when she stopped. “Pardon me for saying so, but you seem different today, ma’am,” she observed.

  “Oh, stop with the ma’am, Grace. You can call me Anna,” I informed her.

  “Okay, Anna,” she said hesitantly, like she was feeling it out. “I like you this way.”

  And then she was gone, leaving me with more butterflies and chills than I had arrived with. I sucked in what felt like most of the air in the room and tried to relax.

  “Where is he?” I mumbled as I opened the napkin on my lap and craned my neck to look around the walls. I knew he must still be in the house. Was he? I decided to go and check.

  The chair scraped back as I stood hurriedly. I went to the garage to check for his car and was glad to see them all parked there still. Joshua, our driver, was sitting on the back porch, so he hadn’t taken him anywhere. Maybe my nerves were getting the best of me. Maybe he had fallen asleep and was slow in coming to dinner. One peek while I was passing the dining room told me he still wasn’t there.

  “Oh, come on,” I snapped. “Of all days…”

  I was at the bottom of the stairs, about to scurry up, when I heard a clanking sound behind me. I turned to see Grace fumbling with the stainless-steel canister and balancing a tray.

  “Grace, what are you doing?” I asked and hurried to help her steady the items.

  “Sorry ma…Anna,” she replied apologetically, “but I’m taking Mister Jameson his dinner.”

  My mouth involuntarily opened. “His dinner?”

  “Yes. He asked me to bring it to his room.”

  “Oh.”

  I stepped back to allow her to pass, remaining next to the bannister while she climbed the stairs. He wasn’t late. He had no intention of having dinner with me. It could be no coincidence. I was so tempted to go to his room and give him a piece of my mind. I was fuming, and I balled my fingers into fists until I felt my nails cutting into the palms of my hands. I no longer had an appetite for food.

  I returned to my room, the food on the table untouched, and slammed the door shut. He had used me, over and over again, and I, stupidly, thought he would come around. This was still nothing more than business to him, and instead of my crotch, my eyes started to burn as the tears welled up and cascaded down my cheeks.

  Chapter Thirteen (Raymond)

  I tried everything possible to avoid her over the next couple of days. I didn’t know she would run into Grace when she was bringing me dinner. I simply didn’t know how to face her, and I was afraid that spending too much time with her would elevate her importance.

  Still, running out on her after having sex with her in the pool was a crappy thing to do. Not what anyone would imagine for their first time. And I felt bad about it. That was an added reason for staying away from her. Considering I hadn’t seen her much either, I knew she was avoiding me as well.

  I would have continued until some of the feelings that rose inside me would diminish, except Marissa handed me two white envelopes when I got to the office.

  “What are these?”

  “Tickets to the gala. You confirmed with Duke Roland you would be there,” she reminded me, topping it off with a grin and a nod.

  She knew how much I hated those events, and I think she took some personal joy in hand delivering such news. As I looked at the white envelopes with the gold engravings that characterized the Duke’s royal emblem, I realized I couldn’t avoid Anna much longer. The plain parchment inside reminded me the event was that evening, and the tickets for two emphasized that the public was blatantly aware of my new marital status.

  I sighed as I closed the door to my office and sank into the chair. I hadn’t seen Anna in a week, and this invitation would force us together. I was in no way prepared for that… not when I felt like my emotions were still attached to my sleeve. My farce of a marriage was blowing up, and I was getting hit with the emotional shrapnel that fanned towards me.

  I didn’t even know how to approach Anna about it, or if she might go willingly. The terms of our marriage dictated she had to, but I didn’t want her hanging around like dead weight.

  I rocked back in the chair and sighed. This wasn’t a good way to start the day, and the pace was steady until four. I was in one dull meeting after another, trading fake smiles for signatures and receiving pats of commendation from men I could hardly stand to be around. By the time I exited the last meeting, I was more than ready to face Anna. She would be easier.

  I headed for her room as soon as I got home. I figured that was as good a place as any to start searching for her. I knocked, and when I received no answer, I ventured to grip the handle and turn the knob. It turned gently, and my heartbeats drummed in a non-rhythmic way.

  “Ahem…”

  I jumped when I heard her clearing her throat behind me. “Anna, you frightened me.” She didn’t respond, just attempted to pass. I deserved that. “Not going to invite me in?” I figured I’d try to be a little funny to get to her.

  “What do you want, Raymond?” she asked and folded her arms across her chest.

  Now I felt like a real douche. I whipped out the envelopes and held them up. “We have an event to attend this evening. I forgot about it and—”

  “You need me to be there,” she said flatly as she finished my sentence.

  I rocked back on my heels and nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Fine. It’s why I’m here,” she replied, took the envelope from me, and slammed the door.

  The way she spoke cut me throu
gh the heart and left me wounded. I had no idea what I was doing and felt like I was in way over my head. This wasn’t going as I thought it would. I wiped my hand down my face and backtracked to my door. I had wanted this arrangement, so why did it bug me that she was being cold and stoic?

  The clock read a quarter to six when I pulled out my suit and bowtie. It was a black-tie event after all, and I hoped Anna would dress the part and not attempt to embarrass me. I was overly anxious about that, so when I went downstairs and saw her waiting for me, her hair pulled into a chignon at her nape with red spirals trailing down her temples, pointing to the royal blue dress she wore that clung to her, revealing curves I didn’t notice enough, my heart stopped. She was utterly beautiful, and she clutched the diamond studded purse before her, all the while taking me in with her innocent stare.

  “I hope this works for you,” she said and inhaled sharply.

  Oh, it did. She was breathtaking. “It will do.”

  Joshua was already in the garage when we entered, and I watched the roundness of her ass as it formed out perfectly in the dress as she bent to get into the limo. I smiled, and for the first time since we had married, I saw her in a different light. I wanted to be next to her, was proud to be. But when I looked over at her, all I saw was the back of her head. She wouldn’t look at me.

  The limo was designed for comfort – bar and hors d’oeuvres only a click away, padded and cushioned seats and headrest, and a ride so smooth it could hardly be felt. Yet, it was possibly one of the most uncomfortable rides I’d ever been on, sitting next to her. I could feel the air between us chill, and I nervously turned to her, seeing nothing but the smoothness of her shoulders where her dress fell. Her hands were clasped in her lap, and each time I moved, she shuffled closer to the door. I wanted to say something to her, but it would be no use. She might answer out of obligation, but her response would be cold and terse. I didn’t need any added tension tonight. It was an immense relief when the car pulled up to the building. I noticed her smile as it slowly crept across her face like a sunrise over a dark landscape of trees and valleys. But it wasn’t for me, and I sighed as I got out after her.