by J. S. Cooper
“Mother, we’re staying. You can let Edith know that the dinner service may begin,”
“Always so bossy.” She looked at Xavier indulgently. “Just like your father.”
“I’m not bossy Henrietta.” James looked at her and he rolled his eyes.
“You used to be.” She grinned at me and I saw her hand going over to his knee. What the? I was thinking to myself. Was she flirting with her husband at the table? No wonder Xavier was so straight forward with his want for sex. I knew that Europeans were meant to be a lot more open to the idea of talking about sex and even showing their interest, but I hadn’t expected this. Especially not from the Queen of ice.
***
Dinner was pretty quiet for the most part. I was glad that there weren’t many people. I knew my dress would have been the talk of the town if there had been outsiders there.
“Would you have let me wear this dress to a larger dinner party?” I asked Xavier as we made our way to the bedroom.
“I don’t know. It’s not for me to let you do anything. Is it Lola?”
“I don’t mean let.” I rolled my eyes. “Obviously it’s not for you to let me do anything, I just meant, would you have attempted to persuade me to wear another outfit if you had known there were going to be more people there?”
“Why would I try and dissuade you from wearing your fashion. Clothing is also art and I’m glad to see you expressing yourself.”
“You’re an asshole.” I exclaimed. “Obviously a bright red dress with yellow polka dots is not how I’m expressing myself. What sort of expression do you think I’m making?”
“Well, red typically represents whores and yellow is used by advertisers to attract people to a product they are selling. So perhaps the outfit is expressing that...” He paused and looked at me and smiled. “Let’s not talk about it. Tomorrow is another day and there will be a more formal dinner with a large group of people. I suggest you wear something you’ll be more comfortable in.”
“Why, I don’t believe it. I do believe you just stopped yourself from calling me a whore.” I laughed as we walked into the bedroom. “I never would have believed it.”
“You can show me your thanks tonight if you want?”
“How’s that then?”
“In bed?” He grinned and I groaned.
“You’re really too much.”
“It will be a way for us to christen our relationship.”
“We’ve already had sex.” I walked over to my bag and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “We don’t need to christen anything.”
“Well this would be our first time as an engaged couple,”
“We’re not even engaged.” I walked to the bathroom and then closed the door. “In case you didn’t get it, the answer’s no.” I shouted so that he could hear me as I changed my clothes.
“Sexy.” Xavier was waiting for me outside the door as I vacated the bathroom. “I take it that those are the clothes you intend to wear to bed.”
“You are smart.”
“You’ve got a smart mouth.”
“A smart mouth?”
“You’re mouthy. Too mouthy for me. I’ve a mind to show you what I think should happen to women that mouth off at me.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that? Do you want to wash my mouth out with soap?”
“No.” He followed me over to the bed. “No soap. Though, I would like to put something in your mouth.”
“You want to put something in my mouth?” I stared at him in confusion and then it hit me. “Oh.” I blushed and then glared at him. “You wish.”
“Don’t tell me that you’re going to be boring tonight?” He pouted as he walked to the door and locked it. He pulled out the key and put it on the nightstand next to the bed. “We can do anything we want tonight without fear of getting caught.”
“All I want to do is sleep.”
“That’s a pity.” He loosened his tie. “There are so many other things we could be doing.”
“You could show me some of the paintings in the palace.” I smiled at him sweetly. “That would be quite nice as well.”
“You want to see the paintings?” He looked surprised.
“I was in your art class, remember. I like art.” I yawned. “I wasn’t in it for fun.”
“I didn’t think you were.” He pulled off his shirt and I gazed at his chest. I was finding it very hard to think as he took his clothes off.
“What are you doing?” My jaw dropped as his fingers went to the top of his boxers. “You can’t take your boxers off.”
“Why not? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
“Xavier. You cannot sleep in the nude.”
“I think you’ll find that I can.” He grinned. “I can and I will.”
“That’s not fair.” I stepped back.
“You can sleep in the nude as well. I’m not stopping you.”
“That’s not what I’m complaining about.”
“Why are you being like this?” He frowned, looking annoyed. “Why are you playing these games?”
“I’m not playing games. What are you talking about? If anything, you’re the one that is playing games.”
“What do you want from me, Lola?”
“What do you want from me, Xavier?” I looked into his tense green eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know what you want. I know you said you’re trying to help me, but I don’t know what this is all about. Why am I here?”
“Do you really want to know?” He stared into my eyes unblinking.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Sit down.” He nodded towards the bed. “Sit down and I’ll tell you everything.”
***
His View
Lola looked up at me with huge wide brown eyes. I could see the curiosity in her gaze as she stared at me. All I wanted to do was throw her back on the bed and rip her shorts and shirt off. She just didn’t understand what she did to me. She didn’t understand that the mere sight of her made me hard. She didn’t realize that she had a spell over me. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her that. I didn’t know the power she had over me. I had to give her just enough information. I didn’t want to scare her away. I didn’t want her to know the real reason she was here. She was still too timid for that. I was taking a huge risk bringing her here. I wasn’t sure how she was going to react once I introduced her to the circle. She might flee and ruin everything. I had to trust her. I needed to trust her. I needed her to be my next partner. I wanted to watch her face as I introduced her to a lifestyle she never dreamed existed.
“So?” She licked her lips nervously and I tilted my head and just looked at her for a few seconds. I ran my hands through my hair and looked at her lips for a few seconds imagining it was my tongue tasting her and exploring the sweetness of her mouth.
“You’re right, this wasn’t just for me. It was for you as well.”
“Okay? How was this for me?”
“I wanted you to experience the most pleasure you could experience.”
“What pleasure am I experiencing when your cousin and mother are dissing me and my dress sense?”
“I’m talking about sexual pleasure.”
“It’s always about sex for you, isn’t it?”
“Lola, I don’t want to lie to you and I don’t want you to lie to me. This is all about sex for both of us, isn’t it?”
“No.” Her face reddened.
“Are you sexually attracted to me?”
“What does this have to do with anything?” She looked away from me and crossed her legs. I knew I was getting to her.
“We’re here because we have an amazing sexual connection. We’re here because I haven’t had enough of you yet. I’m here because I want to take you on a journey—”
“Another journey?” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Not a literal journey. I want to take you on a journey of the mind and soul. I want to take your body on a journey that you’ve never been on before.”
> “What are you saying?”
“Do you trust me?”
“No.” She made a face and I laughed.
“I guess, no one can say you’re not honest.”
“So what are you trying to tell me?” She leaned forward and frowned.
“Do you trust me?” I asked again softly and stared into her eyes, searching for an honest answer.
“I guess so.” She said reluctantly and I grinned and walked over and joined her on the bed.
“Lola,” I sat next to her and grabbed her hands. They felt warm and soft next to my palms. “I’m part of a club.”
“What club? The country club?”
“I guess you could say it’s like a country club, in that it’s exclusive.”
“Okay?” She looked at me curiously. “And?”
“And I want you to come with me to the club one day.”
“I didn’t bring a tennis racquet.”
“That’s not the working out we’ll be doing.”
“What?” Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.” I studied her face and stopped talking. I knew she wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even sure I was ready. It would be crossing every ethical boundary I knew. I hadn’t thought it out properly. It was risky involving her. I didn’t know why I was so drawn to her or why I wanted her to be a part of this with me. I had to make sure that Sebastian didn’t find out. Not that he really knew about the club. Only heirs to the thrones of different countries were allowed to be a part. I didn’t think he would approve if he knew about it.
I’d been a part of the club for a few years. I’d gone to see what it was about and then stayed for other reasons. I’d enjoyed going up until the last girl had blindsided me with her blackmail offer. I hadn’t trusted anyone after that, but I felt Lola was different. I didn’t think she would try and get one over on me. And frankly I was willing to risk it. I wanted to experience the club with someone like Lola. I was excited just thinking about it.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was surprised that Xavier didn’t try to sleep with me when we went to bed. He was every inch the gentleman, even though a part of me wished that he would have tried something. Not that I would have succumbed. I just wanted to feel like he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. I was also more disappointed than I’d thought I was going to be, at the fact that he had worn his boxers to bed. It was nice sleeping next to him and feeling him pressed up against me. Though, I knew it would have been nicer if he’d been naked. I woke up feeling tired and dissatisfied. I was sexually aroused and had been since we’d arrived, yet there was nothing I could do. Or there was nothing I could do and not feel easy. Even though, we’d already slept together, I still felt like I had to keep my legs closed for a few days in Romerius. I didn’t want him to think I was his plaything, to do with what he wanted. However, a part of me wondered why I cared? Wasn’t I just playing games and wasting time? Would I regret never allowing myself to enjoy every hour of this week? I wanted Xavier. I craved him sexually. His body set mine on fire. He was the water to my ice, the heat to my flame, the secret to my pleasure. It hadn’t helped that he’d told me he wanted me to join a club with him. I’d been so mad when he hadn’t told me exactly what the club was? I wanted to know so badly. My mind was on all sorts of things. What sort of club was it? A part of me wondered if it had something to do with art. Was he going to fly me all over Europe so we could see different pieces of art? Maybe he really appreciated the fact that he’d met someone that loved art as much as he did. However, a part of me believed that it wasn’t art that he was talking about. A part of me believed that the club was something darker and more nefarious. Some part of me was excited and scared by the possibilities.
“Good morning, Lola.” Xavier’s voice whispered in my ear as he distracted me from my thoughts. “Did you have a good night?”
“I did, thank you. You?” I opened my eyes and peered at him with a shy smile. I was immediately struck by how devastatingly handsome he looked in the morning. He had stubble all across his chin and his hair fell forward and covered his sparkling green eyes. It was so unfair, how could he look so handsome in the morning? I knew that there was no way that I looked like a tousled beauty. I was confident in the fact that my hair was a frizzy mess, my eyeliner was smudged and I most probably had bags under my eyes from lack of good sleep.
“I didn’t sleep well.” He licked his lips slowly. “I had a most unfortunate problem most of the night.”
“Oh?” I frowned. “What happened?”
“The problem lies in what didn’t happen.” He leaned forward and kissed me before grabbing my hand and placing it on his hardness. “I’ve been hard since last night and I haven’t been able to relieve myself of the problem. I kept waking up, wanting to pull your panties down and enter you slowly. I had daydreams of waking you up with my cock in your pussy and you crying out in ecstasy and pleasure as I took you in a state of almost sleep. You’d wonder if the bliss you were feeling was a dream or real life and when you finally realized what we were doing was very much real life, I’d have you on the brink of the most intense orgasm of your life. I’ve been contemplating the look on your face as you cried out and gasped as you came. It hasn’t helped relieve me of my hardness.”
“Why didn’t you?” I whispered, my body frozen and my panties feeling wet.
“I wouldn’t do that unless I knew I had your approval and complete trust. I won’t do that until your body belongs to me.”
“Oh.” I gasped as his fingers found my hardening nipples and pinched them. “What are you doing?”
“I’m touching you.” He grinned. “Or did you not know what the act of one person caressing another was called.”
“Xavier,” I groaned as his fingers made their way down my shirt and to my shorts. His fingers crept inside and slipped into my panties, so that they were rubbing against my slit. “Xavier.” I gasped again and closed my legs, trying to stop him. He grinned at me and the touch of him rubbing me only increased my pleasure. “Xavier.” I groaned and opened my legs and grabbed his wrist.
“Yes.” He grunted, his eyes filled with desire. He pushed a finger inside of me and I stilled. My eyes closed as I felt a wave of pleasure running through my body. “I said, yes, Lola?” He groaned as he moved his finger in and out of me slowly. I was so overcome with pleasure that I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want him to stop. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I didn’t care if it was his fingers, his tongue or his cock. Every part of him felt fabulous.
Then he pulled his finger out of me and my panties and drew it up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked on it and licked it eagerly. “So wet and tasty, Lola. I guess you’ve been thinking of me as well.”
“No.” I blushed and shook my head.
“We could relieve each other of our misery.” He smiled and winked as he continued to suck on my finger. “I could pull your panties down right now and enter you. I could fuck you hard for a few seconds and make you come. I could flip you onto your stomach and have you screaming out my name as you wondered where your body ended and mine began. I could give you pleasure in ways you never imagined receiving pleasure.” His voice was deep and husky as he seduced me with his words. “But, I won’t. We will wait. We will wait for the perfect moment. And in that moment, neither one of us will be able to resist. Neither one of us will be able to stop. And it won’t matter where we are. It won’t matter who is around us. All that will matter is that we consummate our passion. All that will matter is that I will be inside of you and we will become one as our bodies fuse together in the magic of passion.”
I stared at him with my heart beating fast. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. I just wanted to be with him. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to be possessed by him. My head felt light and I was slightly dazed. My whole body was impatiently awaiting his touch and takeover.
“Shall we get ready for breakfast?” He climbed out of the bed and I stared at him in disappointment.
“Will we be eating with your family?” I said after a few seconds.
“Just Tarquin.” He grinned and walked to his closet. “My parents have gone to parliament today. We’ll have breakfast with Tarquin and then we will go shopping.”
“Shopping?” I chewed on my lower lip.
“Tonight my parents are throwing a small dinner party for us. Let me buy you a dress to impress? Please.” His eyes pleaded with me to just let it be. “You, of course, are welcome to buy it, though I daresay you’d rather keep your money for other things.”
“I don’t want you buying me things.” I shook my head. “It makes me feel cheap.”
“We both know you’re not cheap, Lola.”
“It’s just icky. I don’t want any of this to be about what you can buy me.”
“What about I buy the dresses and you wear them, but I will still own them. That way I’m not buying the dresses for you as gifts. You can borrow them.”
“If you’re buying the dresses for you, does that mean that you’ll also be wearing the dresses at some point?”
“No.” He laughed. “Unless that is a fantasy of yours.”
“Of course that’s not a fantasy of mine.”
“Well, feel free to tell me one of your fantasies and I will make it happen…as long as you make mine happen as well.”
“I don’t have any.”
“I have one.”
“Only one?” I laughed.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“I don’t really care.”
“Liar.”
“Nope.” I lied and rolled over. “I think I might try and sleep for another hour.”
“My fantasy.” He flopped back down on the bed and I felt his hands on my ass squeezing firmly. “My fantasy.” He whispered into my back as his fingers slipped between my legs and cupped me in my private spot before running back up my ass. “My fantasy is to take your virginity.”