“No, I feel like…I mean we don’t even know each other,” I said. Roderick sighed softly before he stepped away from me.
“I understand…so what would you like to know about me?” he asked and sat down on the chaise in front of the fireplace. I really didn’t know where to begin with the questions I had.
*****
We stayed up late that night, talking about everything I could think of to talk about. Roderick wasn’t a bad guy at all, he just wasn’t exactly a people person. We were lying on the bed staring up through the skylight as night turned to day. I felt a lot better about being married to Roderick, but I was still unsure about the whole ‘queen’ thing.
“How do you expect a city girl from Earth to be queen of an entire planet Roderick?” I asked him, and turned my head to look at him, again I found him already gazing at me. His golden eyes were bright and his shoulder-length blonde hair was loose from its usual style and strewn against on the bed.
“Well it is simple. You will learn about Avant and its people and traditions. I will, of course, help you. The queen is basically the head of the court. The court oversees their own individual regions of the planet. And I rule over the planet and the regions. Your duty is also to oversee the court families’ relationships with each other and with us, the royal family. Ensure the relationships with each region remain cordial and no discord is had. It is our duty to stay on top of any possible issues and avert any conflict. You do this by throwing parties, having banquets, inviting members of the court to the palace, even arranging visits for us to another region.” he explained. It sort of made sense.
“A woman like you, who counsels people about their relationships and works with families experiencing difficulties should find your new role not all that difficult to transition into.” he added. I snorted and stared at him.
“Uh, this is a much…much grander scale, with more at stake,” I said. Roderick waved his hand dismissively.
“I know you can do it, like I said, I will help you.” Roderick sat up and I watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair and searched the bed for his hair tie or as he called it, his ‘leather tie.’
“Why don’t you leave it out, I like it that way,” I said. Roderick stopped and looked at me as he considered it.
“You prefer my hair loose like this?” I nodded and then giggled, whenever he weighed something I said in his mind, he always asked me the most obvious question to verify my meaning. “Well it will certainly make my mother happy. She sent word yesterday that she is eager to have a sit down with you,” he informed me. I lifted my eyebrows and sat up.
“Really? Well…what is she like? Will she like me?” Roderick smiled, a true genuine smile, which was extremely rare and it made his face that much more beautiful.
“My mother is wonderful and I think she will grow to be quite fond of you…” Roderick looked at me sincerely, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The moment passed and he glanced at the corridor that led to the bathroom and closet. “We should get ready for the day,” he said. He rolled out of bed and walked off toward the corridor.
After a moment, I got up and followed him back there. He was in the closet choosing something to wear, the handmaidens were nowhere to be found so I took the opportunity to take a bath in peace. I took off all the jewelry I wore, I had taken off the crown during the night, and slipped out of my shoes and dress. I stepped forward and lowered into the tub. It was really huge and it seemed to always be on. I could see a current, though not a really fast one, in the clear water.
“Do you mind if I join?” My head whipped around at the sound of Roderick’s voice and before I could answer him, he walked across the marble floor to pick out one of the array of soaps on display against the wall. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and looked at me expectantly.
“Uh…I don’t know…” I answered honestly. He smiled at me as he let the towel drop and walked towards the tub. I was speechless. He had a beautiful, athletic build and he was…hung. I could only imagine how big he would be when aroused.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, as he stepped into the tub. He sat down a little bit away from me, but his eyes were devouring my body through the water without shame.
“Same goes for you,” I said and splashed water at him. Roderick smirked at me deviously and then swooshed a handful of water at me. I squealed and he laughed at me as if I were the funniest thing on Earth…or Avant. I launched myself at him, to dunk his head under water but Roderick grabbed me around the waist and pulled me under with him.
We both surfaced closer than before and Roderick had an excited glint in his eyes, like a little kid who wanted to play. Then we both realized that his arm was still around gripped around my waist and my breasts were pressed against his chest.
He leaned his head towards mine and pressed his lips softly against mine. It was like a fire was sent coursing through my veins. I gasped, because I had never felt anything like it. Of course I had kissed men before, but there was never this heated reaction.
Roderick tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me flush against his body. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into my mouth and I swirled my tongue around his tongue. He groaned against my mouth. Our kiss deepened. I was pushing slightly against his body and realized he was hard, and his erection was pressed into my stomach. I pulled away, looked down and blushed profusely. I lifted myself away from his body.
“We should…hurry up,” I said and Roderick nodded, though I saw disappointment in his eyes again and he even pouted a little.
*****
After we bathed and dressed, Roderick and I had breakfast in our dining room before he took me to the courtyard. His parents were sitting at a table, also eating and talking to each other.
“There they are, my father Rylen and my mother Ami,” he said to me in a low voice and I nodded. I was nervous to meet Roderick’s parents.
We approached and Roderick spoke, “Mother, Father.” They both looked up with welcoming smiles. Roderick was like a perfect mixture of his mother and father. He had his mother’s facial features and his father’s sun-touched skin tone.
“Roderick, Isabella, it is wonderful to see you two together.” Ami smiled at me widely as she got up and embraced me in a warm hug. It made me miss my own mother, who was suffering from the end stages of Alzheimer’s back home. My father had died a few years back. She was the only family I had and she often barely recognized me, but I missed her.
“How are you getting along here Isabella?” Rylen asked me, after Ami let me go so he could greet me with a kiss on each cheek.
“I think I am doing well, so far. Roderick has helped with adjusting, I’m getting there,” I answered him honestly. Ami smiled at me all over again.
“She’s honest too. Oh she is a perfect fit for you, Roderick.” Ami held onto one of my hands and smiled at her son.
“Yes, that is why she is my wife, Mother,” he said, as he smiled. I giggled.
“Come. I wish to speak with my new daughter,” Ami took me for a slow walk around the courtyard and Roderick sat with his father.
“Now, you must tell me honestly. Do you think you will grow into your role here, Isabella?” Ami asked me. She looked at me in all seriousness, though her eyes were kind.
“I think I can. Roderick has promised to help me.”
“Oh. Don’t worry. You have the help of a former queen at your disposal. I wouldn’t leave you to navigate through Avantian social circles on your own,” she said with a chuckle. I was immediately and immensely relieved.
“Thank you. You don’t know how much better that makes me feel,” I said. She rubbed my back soothingly.
“And how about your home? Do you miss it?” She asked me, and I hesitated.
“Well actually, I am trying not to. I know I’ll get terribly homesick if I do,” I replied.
“I cannot imagine how hard this would be for you. Is there anything that would make your trans
ition easier?” I thought about it and then figured there was no point in saying it.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll eventually see Avant as home and I’ll be okay,” I said as decisively as I could sound.
“It does matter. What were you just thinking about?” Ami asked me.
“I have this picture of my mother when she was healthy, and my father and I. We were all younger and it had been taken at the park. We had such a great time that day and every time I look at that picture it brings me comfort. My father passed a few years ago and my mother is close now. It reminds me that their lives were good, and well-lived.” I said. Ami smiled at me.
“It is things like these that will help you. It’s okay to remember your home.”
I nodded and then asked Ami about a typical day for her. She was explaining her duties around the palace as we approached the table where Roderick and his father were sitting. They both stood as we arrived at the table.
“Good talk? I hope my mother didn’t turn you against me,” Roderick said. Ami laughed.
“Of course not. She only spoke highly of you and also told me about all the mischief you got into as a child,” I said. Rylen and Ami laughed, as if they were surprised I was poking fun at Roderick. He smiled at me crookedly and then surprised me by leaning in to press a light kiss to my lips.
“I must go and tend to some business with my father, if she tells you about the time I tried to steal a horse, don’t believe a word she says,” he murmured. I giggled as they both walked away.
Ami watched her husband and son walk away and leave the room. “Well Isabella, beautiful name by the way, my son is already fond of you. I have never seen him like this, ever,” Ami said. I beamed my smile at her.
“Do you think?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“I am certain of it. Come with me. Let us talk about the infamous royal court, shall we?” Ami and I took a walk to the gardens while she gave me a lesson in socialite politics, and all the other protocols that occurred. She told me I did not have to remember it all. Really her job was kind of like mine on Earth. I used to be a psychologist and specialized in helping people with mental disorders, foster healthy relationships, and work with families suffering from loss.
Ami even told me how she helped mend a broken home. The effects were threatening to dismantle a strong bond between a set of two regions and their ruling families. She had a knack for putting things into terms that I could understand, and for the first time, I felt like I could really do it. I could be queen of Avant.
*****
Ami and I had lunch together. Roderick found us in the gardens, and stole me away from her. He was acting strangely. As if he had a big secret.
“Are you alright, Roderick? You’re acting strangely,” I said. He looked down at me as we walked back to our wing of the palace.
“Oh I’m fine. I have something I want to show you,” he said. I followed.
“Okay then,” I said, and let him lead me to our bedroom. “Why are we in here?” I asked, and then he gestured to the mantle over the huge fireplace. I walked towards it and then recognized my old wooden picture frame; the one my father had made when I was younger, when he had been on a woodworking kick. It was my favorite family picture; the one I had told Ami about earlier.
“How did you…how did you get this?” I turned and asked him, my voice barely above a whisper. I was overwhelmed with emotion.
“I had a few of the men from my guard go and fetch it from Earth. You said it brings you comfort…and you should be comforted in your home,” Roderick said, and my eyes filled with tears. “What’s wrong? Is this not a good surprise?” he asked, panicking a little at the sight of my tears.
“No, no, it’s a wonderful surprise. Thank you, that was so sweet of you,” I said, and wiped at the tears with my hand. Roderick walked over to me and took my face in his hands to wipe my tears away with his thumbs.
“I want you to want to be here Isabella. I care about your happiness,” he said. His golden eyes full of sincerity. Something in my chest clicked into place and I knew then, without a doubt, that Roderick was really a wonderful man under his stoic demeanor. When it came to me, he was perfect.
“Isabella, I…I do not know what magic it is, but I am different when I am with you. You make me feel different. It is like you have taught me that I have a heart and all you have to do is look at me and I feel…” Roderick struggled with expressing his thoughts. All I could do was smile softly up at him while he tried to tell me how he felt.
“I am in love with you,” he finally said. The words were filled with emotion.
I saw in his eyes what no one else saw; Roderick was caring and kind, and fun, and teasing. I also knew for sure that nothing would change what I felt for him then, how strongly I felt for him.
“I love you too, Roderick,” I said. A breathtaking smile spread across his mouth, reaching all the way to his eyes.
Roderick picked me up and the next thing I knew, we were on the bed. Roderick’s hands were already pulling off the top I wore as I unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my hands against his chest.
Roderick moaned and whispered, “Don’t stop touching me.” His lips found my neck and he kissed a trail of fire to my ear and then jaw. Our breathing was picking up as the urgency grew, and we both tore at each other’s clothes until we were naked and tangled around each other. Roderick’s erection was pressing against my belly, hot and hard, while he cupped my breasts and pulled on my nipples.
I moaned and slid my hands up to his shoulders. Roderick’s mouth was everywhere as he explored my body. He licked and sucked his way across my stomach to my thighs. My sex was wet and throbbing with need. I was about to beg him to push inside me, when his mouth found my folds and his tongue pressed up against my clit.
I cried out as he began to move his tongue against me and circle around the sensitive nub. My hands were restless in his hair and his name was bursting from my lips over and over.
“Please, please Roderick, I need you inside me.” I begged him. He looked up at me before kissing my inner thigh. He slid up my body, trailing his lips over my skin. He pushed up on his knees, and spread my legs wider. I slid my hand down his body and wrapped it around his hard, impressive length. Roderick hissed and thrust his hips against my hand.
“Watch,” I whispered.
I slowly slid him against my wet core before I guided him inside my body.
“Isabella,” he groaned.
He throbbed in my hand. I pulled my hand away so he could completely slide into me. I was shocked that he was able to fill me up completely. Incredible, intense pleasure pulsed through my body. He fit inside my body perfectly.
He started to move his hips against mine, thrusting into my sensitized body slowly at first, as he kissed anywhere and everywhere he could reach with his lips. He kept murmuring how beautiful I was and how good I felt. As the pleasure built, his thrusts became faster and harder, I didn’t mind one bit as I was lost in the pleasure he was giving me.
The pleasure crested and my orgasm crashed over me. As my sex gripped around him tightly and clenched over and over. I felt him throb and expand inside me and he groaned out really loud and I felt him pulsing inside me. I felt his hot release spurt into my body. We held onto each other tightly until we recovered from our shared ecstasy.
“It’s perfect…you’re perfect,” he whispered.
“You’re perfect too. I’m glad you abducted me,” I said.
“I love you,” he whispered to me again and I kissed his chest.
“I love you too.”
THE END
Bonus Story 20 of 40
In the League of His Own
Samantha Banks stood impatiently in line, waiting with her poster nervously rolled up in her hand and a blue marker. She’d been standing in the line for almost an hour since the football players had come out of the locker rooms after the last game of the season. Her team had lost, but it didn’t matter. Blake Stemmons was less than ten feet away
. It wouldn’t be long before she was standing in front of him; close enough to smell his shampoo and look into his ice blue eyes.
She was trembling with anticipation. He looked up at the line, grimaced and looked back down at the sports magazine he was signing for another fan. Samantha watched him look at his phone, scowling again and sending a quick text between fans. He smiled and talked to each person, but his actions were forced.
More than once, she caught him looking up at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. She smiled, feeling like a million bucks but also feeling a little self-conscious. The room was full of blonde haired, blue eyed bombshells in high heels and plunging necklines.
The woman at the autograph table was one such woman. Her mini skirt rode up, revealing the bottom curve of her ass cheeks as she bent all the way over so Blake could hear whatever she had said over the crowd of people gathered in the large breezeway.
Whatever she’d said, Blake winked at her, handing her back her magazine before looking to the next person waiting for his autograph.
Samantha was getting excited. Only four people ahead of her and it would be her turn to be in the presence of greatness. To get a chance to shake his hand before he signed her poster. Maybe even a hug, though she doubted it.
The next woman sauntered up and once again, Samantha felt out of place. She was wearing her most flattering jeans and dark brown, mock-riding boots that came up over her jeans and stopped just below her knees. A sleeveless, bright yellow blouse that ruffled slightly in the front and made her eyes appear an even darker green than they were. Her chocolate hair fell in its normal loose ringlets around her face, framing her pert little nose and its smattering of freckles perfectly.
Or so she’d been told. She’d spent most of her teenage years trying to cover up them up, but had given up long ago. It had been a pointless waste of money and no foundation she’d found had come close to concealing them entirely. She had a glowing, even complexion, and she’d tossed most of her makeup, sticking to a swipe of mascara and a tinted lip moisturizer.
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