BABY ROYAL

by Bella Grant

  “Welcome, Mr. Jameson. Oh, and is this the lovely Mrs. Jameson?” Randolph, the greeter, asked as we got to the garden’s entrance.

  “How do you do?” Anna replied cordially and with the brightest smile I had ever seen.

  Randolph looked at me. “Aren’t you the lucky one?”

  I cleared my throat as my feelings of discomfort rose to the surface. Anna maintained her smile and looped her hand through mine as we greeted the rest of the guests. I was too conscious of her next to me, unable to stop myself from slipping my hand around her waist and pulling her even closer to me. Not once did she shy away or shrug me off, or do anything to embarrass me, and her being close stirred all kinds of things inside me.

  I grinned, shook hands, and made small talk with some of the people there, but my mind constantly returned to the beauty at my side. She was pleasant, overly so at times, which gave me a warm, unsettled feeling. The longer she remained so close to me, the more I lost the battle against the erotic desires pressing against my fly. I wanted her, and when I held her hand and led her away, she complied.

  “Where are we going?” she asked when we were alone.

  I had just closed the door to one of the guest rooms. I couldn’t contain the urges that swelled within me any longer, and I grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. She remained still beneath me as I probed and forced her lips apart. Then, with some fire, she pressed against my chest and pulled back.

  “What is this?” Her eyes flashed brighter than the red in her hair. I tried to pull her back, but she remained resolute in her decision. “No!” she cried and tried to walk around me.

  I grabbed her arm. “Anna,” I whispered, and she paused.

  “Why? So you can walk away and avoid me again? How many times do you think I’ll let you treat me like—”

  I kissed her again, hopefully shutting her up for good. I didn’t want to hear about how badly I had acted. I wanted to feel her in my arms, her tight ass in my grip, and her still fresh wet spot as it clung to me.

  I gripped her neck and brought her ear to my lips. “I want to feel my cock in you,” I whispered against her skin, and I felt her tremble. I slid my hand downwards and cupped her in my hand, and as her mouth opened, I slipped my tongue inside. I felt her mellow against me, and I pulled her closer, if that were at all possible.

  “Raymond…” she muttered. “Don’t…”

  “I have to have you, Anna,” I told her. “Let me take you.”

  I kissed her again, and she responded. I breathed hard as I groped her and squeezed her tight ass. Her skin was soft, and I lifted her and carried her to the bed. Her eyes were wild, and her chest heaved as I pushed her dress upwards. When I caught sight of the lace underwear she wore, my chest burned as I forgot how to breathe. I parted the thin barrier and looked in awe at the delicious pink lips that seemed to call to me. I stroked her lightly and thumbed her clitoris. She trembled, and when I kissed her throbbing clit, her legs closed around my head. I felt her hand grab my hair, which spurred me on. The desire burned hot inside, and I sucked and licked her, tasting her sweet flavor. I wanted to drink her up, and my tongue darted rapidly in and out of her. Her soft moans filled the room as she shook and her hips bucked. My hands moved up to her breasts, and I cupped them and squeezed as I sucked harder on her clit. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to have my fill of her.

  My cock had other plans as it twitched and fought against my zipper. My moans got louder too, and I stood and all but ripped the pants from me. They slid to my ankles, and I leaned into Anna and felt as her warmth enveloped me as I drove my hard shaft deep into her—slowly, purposefully, and with great pleasure. She grabbed my hands and rocked her head backwards, her body automatically arching itself. I gripped her hips and held her in place as I felt her juice lubricate my cock. I gritted my teeth as erotic pleasure overcame me, and I drove harder and faster into her.

  She groaned and locked her legs around my waist as I pumped harder. She felt good, and before I embarrassed myself, I pulled out and kissed her sweet pussy once more. Her legs remained open, and her panted breaths and the way she gripped the edge of the bed drove me into a frenzy. I stood again and slipped my dick into her. She felt like home, and I was unable to control the urges. I wanted all of her, and her body rocked and her whimpers got stronger as I sank deeper into her, taking every bit of her that I could.

  I was hardly ready to be done when I felt the hot liquid rushing upwards through my vein. I squeezed into her breasts and fucked her hard as her body shook feverishly and my cum spilled into her welcoming body. I emptied myself, and my legs felt weak afterwards, our bodies trembling in unison.

  Eventually, I pulled back and watched my limp cock as it dangled against my thigh. I pulled out my handkerchief and cleaned her up as much as I could before handing her the underwear.

  She rose and slipped into them, and within minutes, she looked as if nothing had happened between us. And that made me want to fuck her all over again.

  It was hard to focus after that. All I could think about was taking her home. When we finally left the gala and got into the limo, I immediately found her lips again. My hands slipped under her dress as I finger-fucked her. She was most receptive, and when we got home, instead of her going to her room I took her to mine, where we spent the night in pleasure.

  Raymond

  I had heard of ‘being on cloud nine,’ but I’d had no idea what it meant. When I woke up the following morning and saw Raymond lying next to me, a tide of bliss rolled over me. I laid next to him, watching him breathe, and saw how contented he appeared as his chest rose and fell peacefully. His eyes fluttered, so I closed mine. I didn’t want him to catch me watching him. But he didn’t awaken, and when I crawled from the bed and returned to my room, he was still purring in his sleep.

  By the time I showered and went down to breakfast, he was already there.

  “Oh, I thought you were still sleeping.” I grinned sheepishly, feeling way too conscious of being close to him.

  “Nah, I got up soon after you left.” He grinned back.

  “You knew when I left? I thought you were sleeping.” I blushed and stepped back as he pulled out the chair for me. I automatically folded my arms in my lap after sitting, still not as comfortable as I’d like to be.

  “I was. But I opened my eyes in time to see you walk out the door. Sugar?” he asked and confused me for a second.

  “Oh, yes,” I replied when I realized he was offering it for my morning tea. “Thanks.”

  I immediately put the cup to my mouth and looked over the rim at his perfectly shaped face. He was handsome, and I was struck by his rigid jawline and striking features. Again. You would think I’d have gotten used to him, but after what we shared the night before, I saw him differently and was strangely aware of the warmth that enveloped me when he was around. A blind person could see I was falling for him, and I was afraid the feelings weren’t reciprocated.

  The only sounds emitted for a moment were the clinking of spoons against plates and the drumming of my fingers on the side of the table.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “I am,” I replied quickly.

  “You aren’t eating,” he leaned over and whispered, like I wasn’t already a nervous wreck.

  I’d eaten with him many times, but it had always felt like being in a restaurant where you didn’t care who the person was on the other side of the room. Or next to you. Now I knew him and was keenly aware of his leg brushing slightly against my skin. My body reacted instantly, and I patted my chest to distract myself.

  “Just…need some…water,” I said between pats before downing a glass.

  Raymond chuckled as he watched me make an ass of myself. “I’ve got to go,” he said as he stood. “I’ll see you later.”

  I nodded when the words didn’t come. It was hard for my eyes not to remain glued to his perfect ass as he disappeared from the room. “Oh, I’m in trouble.” I sighed and sprawled into the chair, and to anyo
ne looking on, I probably looked like melted cheese on a taco.

  “Ahem.” Grace cleared her throat as she suddenly appeared.

  I sat upright quickly and gave her my most charming smile. “Hi, Grace.”

  “I don’t mean to bother you, but I just saw Mr. Jameson leave. Does that mean you’re… are you finished eating, ma’am?”

  “Oh, would you stop calling me that?” I asked and fanned her off playfully. “I’m twenty-two. You’re making me feel so old with all that ma’am-ing.”

  Grace chuckled. “Will you be needing me for the rest of the morning? I know how you like to take care of the plants on your own. Mr. Jameson said not to let you, but it could be our little secret.”

  Her brown eyes twinkled above rosy cheeks. She was a handsome woman, very plump and full-bodied. The apron fit snugly around the grey tunic she always wore. I wasn’t sure if she had a family or if she had ever gone anywhere other than the Jameson grounds. But even so, her lively countenance made me remember my mother’s pale face and her incessant coughing as her life slowly seeped out of her the longer she remained at the shelter or another dingy motel.

  I hadn’t found a way to get her and Teresa out of there yet, and I felt guilty about my new lifestyle compared to theirs. I did as much as I could for them, which meant sneaking around each week to get things to them, but I simply couldn’t bring them home with me. That would definitely raise questions. It took me several days to learn anything about how the rich and famous lived, and I still didn’t know that much. How would I teach Teresa? And by the time—

  “Anna!” I heard Grace’s voice as it sounded loudly in my ears.

  I jumped. “Yes.”

  “Are you okay? You look a little pale.” Her eyes showed concern, and I tried hurriedly to mask my appearance with a smile.

  “Yes. I just feel a little…ahem…warm,” I told Grace and stood.

  “Are you getting sick? I could bring up some menthol or something to…”

  “No, no,” I told her. “I’m fine.”

  “Okay,” she replied, but her raised eyebrows told me she was not convinced.

  I didn’t attempt to reassure her any further. It was better that I left well enough alone. But my family remained on my mind for the rest of the morning, and I called Joshua and headed out. I had to find a way to get some money to them without arousing suspicion. Apparently, Mom wasn’t feeling so well now, and I couldn’t sleep thinking about what would happen to Teresa, and us, if anything happened to her. I’d gone to visit them the week before, but I felt an urgency to make another visit. I couldn’t let Joshua take me to the shelter—then I’d have to explain myself.

  I had Joshua take me to a mini-shopping mall close to the old, dilapidated structure, where I got some cash from the ATM. Joshua sat in the car reading the morning paper as he waited for me to return. I had to leave the building undetected. I snuck out and snaked along the wall until I was on the other side of the building. And then I ran like hell. I had deliberately worn slacks and loafers for the occasion, and I constantly checked behind me for any sign of Joshua or any other detail Raymond might have on me. My mind was tortured because of all sneaking around, which was why I felt like he might be watching me. I had no proof, and he had never given me reason to believe that. Still, my heart pounded the faster I ran, adrenaline coursing through my veins from more than just running.

  By the time I got to the shelter three blocks over, I was breathless. I practically hid and snuck in, overly cautious of being spotted.

  “Anna,” Mom said as she saw me. She looked me up and down. “Well, you look nice,” she said grudgingly.

  I sighed. I knew what she meant. She didn’t like what I was doing, even though it was helping all of us. “Thanks, Mom, but I can’t stay. Where’s Teresa?”

  “She’s playing with her friends out back. What’s wrong?”

  I didn’t have time to explain. “I brought you some more money. I will again when I get the chance. Kiss Teresa for me, and tell her I love her.”

  “Anna, I don’t like this. Are you in trouble?” She had a worried expression on her face, breaking my heart.

  “Mom,” I said and grabbed her hands, “I’m fine, but you know I can’t simply walk in here anymore. If someone sees me…”

  “I told you I don’t like what you’re doing. This is dangerous.”

  “Don’t worry. But I have to go,” I told her hastily and kissed her cheek.

  I ran back to the building where I had left Joshua and was surprised when I didn’t see him in the car. As I turned, I saw him emerge from inside.

  “Oh, there you are,” he said when he reached me.

  I was sweating like a hog, and I wiped my back hand across my forehead. “Here I am.” I didn’t even wait for him to open the door but swung it wide and slipped inside. I saw him wearing a curious expression as he got into the car, and every now and again, I caught him looking at me in the rear-view mirror. As long as he didn’t see me coming out of the shelter, I was fine. I was happy for the air conditioning in the car, and I lay back and relaxed for the rest of the ride home.

  Joshua didn’t ask me any questions, but his eyes constantly searched me, which made me uncomfortable. I thought I’d live up to my role for once. When I got out of the car, I turned to him.

  “Joshua, you didn’t see anything today. I was there the whole time. Went into the building and came right back.”

  He knew what I was suggesting—that he should keep his mouth shut—and he understood. He smiled and placed his hands at his back. “Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Jameson?” He winked and walked away. I knew I had nothing to worry about, but I wondered if he had seen something.

  The rest of the day was spent pretending to run a fashion business and lounging by the pool. I was excited when Raymond came home and joined me, but his presence only reminded us of what had taken place days before only a few feet away.

  “Being productive, I see,” he said as he plopped down into the chair and wrestled with his tie.

  “I was. But…priorities,” I spread my arms and grinned.

  He chuckled. “Ah.” He sat and stared at the water for a while before he turned to me again. “Anyway, I was just passing and saw you. I need to grab a shower.”

  “Need a hand?” I teased.

  He paused, half standing, and whipped his head around. Then he gave me a sly smile. “Why not?”

  I didn’t get butterflies this time. The fluttering inside would better represent a chicken in a barnyard. Even though I had asked, I was a little nervous. The nervousness disappeared when I saw his huge cock bobbing at me when his boxers came off. My breath caught in my throat, and I was hypnotized. I didn’t even know what I was doing, hardly aware of falling to my knees and clasping my hand around his shaft as I brought it to my lips. I heard him groan when I swallowed him, and I warmed slowly to the strange sensation of a cock in my mouth.

  Raymond moved gently, sliding in and out of me, and my eyes closed as euphoria transported me to the cloud I had grown so familiar with. His light strokes slowly increased in intensity, and so did his moans as he cupped my head and sank deeper, provoking a gagging effect from me.

  He stood me up, and I squealed when he hoisted me in the air and lowered me onto his pulsating rod. I tensed as he filled me and moved faster as he fucked me senseless. I grew dizzy with emotion and pleasure, and I clung to his neck as my head fell back. My body grew limp as my juice started flowing, which sent him into a fervor. He jerked and bucked, gripping my ass for emphasis as he pumped harder and let out a weird howl as his body shook and he pressed deeper into me.

  I felt him shaking after, and I clung to him because I couldn’t seem to unclasp my hands from his neck. He eventually slid me down his body, and we stood in the shower as the water splashed on our skins and created ripples along our bodies. It was my first time taking a shower with him, and when he held me and kissed me as the water beat against him and sprayed against my face, I came alive. I was undoubted
ly in love with him. Even if that had never been the plan.

  For days, we continued like that—small but more relaxed conversations, the occasional kiss and pat on the ass, and much more love-making. I got the feeling he no longer viewed me as his mail-order bride, only there to do his bidding and smile for the cameras. He was in love with me too, I could feel it.

  I didn’t even pay attention to my cycle, nor did I seriously contemplate the second half of his reason for marrying me—for the purposes of having a baby—until I woke up one morning feeling like a train wreck. I hadn’t yet rolled out of bed when I felt my insides churn, and a wave of nausea hit me. I flew to the bathroom, barely making it to the bowl when I started retching, though nothing much came out. I had never experienced anything like that, and at first, I wondered about the dinner the night before. I wasn’t much of a shellfish person, so maybe I’d had an allergic reaction.

  That idea was shot to hell when the next two days produced the same result. This was no allergy, and the only other logical idea was that I might be pregnant. The thought alone drove a mixture of fear and elation in me. Of course, Raymond would be happy I was pregnant. After all, that was mostly what this arrangement had been about. Another part of me was frightened about a possible life growing inside me.

  I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. After Raymond left for work, I took the car to the local pharmacy. I bought a bunch of unnecessary items—band-aids, cotton, tooth picks—as I tried to mask the real reason I was there: to get a pregnancy test. The pharmacist smiled as she rang it up, and my cheeks felt hot as I blushed. I hurried from the building, my scarf wrapped around my face. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to hide, like there was any shame in it.