by Alexis Angel
A knot forms in my stomach. I feel sick. It can’t be true … can it?
The girl grabs the wine the bartender just set down in front of her and clinks it against my glass with a laugh. “My advice? Go to the ball, have fun, eat and drink as much as possible. Enjoy an amazing night in the palace. But don’t get your hopes up.”
I slide from my barstool as she tips her glass back, unsteady as I make my way back to my room. I don’t know what to believe anymore. Was coming here crazy? Did Derek only come back here because he has to get married to someone who has been waiting for him all along?
It feels all wrong, our night together burned into my memory so clearly that I don’t see how anything other than us ending up together could be possible. But I just don’t know.
I sink down onto the plush overstuffed chair in my room and tuck my knees up to my chest. My entire world has been thrown off kilter since Derek walked into my club. My earlier fantasies of how this night will play out are suddenly replaced with doubts and fears. Should I even go to the ball?
What if coming to St. Albans was one huge mistake?
19
Derek
I shift from foot to foot, already tired from receiving the endless line of guests arriving at the ball. This is going to be one long night.
So far, I’ve seen no sign of Ella. Not a trace. I’ve searched the face of every brown-haired girl with big tits. And nothing. My heart can’t take it if she doesn’t show up.
Another brunette steps forward in a tight evening gown that dips way, way low, revealing a massive expanse of flesh, her tits so huge they look like pumpkins. I frown. I mean, I love tits—a whole fucking lot—love to lick them, suck them, shove my dick in between them, cum on them—but fucking hell. Those are a bit much.
She comes up to me and all I can think about is Ella, wondering when she’ll arrive. I go up on my toes, trying to peer over the heads of the women lined up before me, but this chick gets right in my line of sight, draping herself all over me, whispering in my ear all the obscene things she’d like to do to me.
All I can do is push her away in disgust. That goes to show what Ella has done to me. I only want her. I’m like a whole new man.
“Next,” I grumble to Travers, who sighs and gestures for her to move along. I ignore the whine and pout she gives me.
“Your Highness,” Travers murmurs, leaning in close, “you must pick someone. There are plenty of lovely ladies here.”
I give him a death glare. “She has to be here, Travers. I’m not going to pick just anyone. It has to be her.”
“Look, I know you think you’re in love with this woman, but your father only agreed to this if you choose someone tonight. No more games after this. His patience is wearing thin.”
His patience? I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my own skin I’m so anxious for Ella to show up.
“Travers,” I grit out, “she will be here. Have a little faith.” I say it as much to boost my own confidence as his. Because honestly, I’m starting to have my doubts. I figured she’d hear about the ball, know that I was doing it for her, and then be one of the first to appear. But this has been going on for hours already.
Maybe this idea was a long shot, the chances of her hearing about it and coming being too slim, what with her not being from St. Albans.
“All I’m saying, Your Highness, is that there are plenty of eligible ladies here to choose from. Like this one,” he says, gesturing to the next girl in line.
I look down and want to just turn and stalk out. It’s fucking Melissa.
“No,” I hiss at Travers. “Not this one. I’m in love with Ella, and she’s the one I’m going to marry.”
I don’t know if Melissa hears this or not. It’s hard to tell if that’s a scowl on her face because she’s pissed about what I said or if she has a permanent resting bitch face.
“Why, Derek,” she coos, pasting a fake smile on her face when she realizes I’m looking in her general direction. It makes me want to hurl. “I’m so happy you’ve returned. Finished sowing all your wild oats, have you?”
She trails a finger down my neck, causing me to shudder. It’s like having a brush with the Grim Reaper. Fuck. Someone needs to get her out of here. I just stare at her blankly.
“I’m so glad,” she continues, her voice so saccharine it makes my stomach seize. “I knew one day you’d get it all out of your system and realize that we belong together. Now we can get started with our life together.”
I scoff in disbelief. She’s fucking unbelievable. A real piece of work. “How many ways do I have to say I’m not interested, Melissa, before you get the hint? How dense are you?”
Her eyebrows draw together and a hint of the evil bitch inside surfaces for half a second before she schools her expression into what she must think passes as pleasant. A fake laugh trills from her throat, but it sounds like a death gong to me. “You’re so silly, Derek. Always making jokes.”
“Not joking. Like, at all.” I sigh, turning to Travers. “Get rid of her. I need a drink.”
“But, Highness,” he stammers, “there are more ladies waiting.”
“Let them wait,” I say, already headed away. But I turn back and point at Melissa. “Make sure she’s gone by the time I get back.”
She turns that death glare on me again, all pretense of being semi-human falling away. “You’ll regret this, Derek. Make no mistake.”
I spin on my heel, tossing over my shoulder as I walk away, “The only mistake was you, Melissa.”
I make my way to the bar and the waiting glasses of Cristal, then find a huge column to hide behind for a minute. I need some breathing room.
Downing the champagne in one gulp, I rake my hands through my hair. “Fuck.”
I don’t even know what to think now. It looks like Ella might not show after all. I didn’t want to admit it, but I can only hold out hope for so long. Maybe I need to ask the cops to get in on this and start searching the kingdom for her or something. I’m that desperate.
I have to find her. That’s all I know. I need her.
Dropping my chin to my chest with a sigh, I slump against the column and cross my arms over my chest, my heart heavy.
Suddenly, I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up, an awareness that I’m not alone sweeping over me. A hand rests on my shoulder as someone leans in, soft breath tickling me as a sweet voice whispers in my ear.
“You’re just standing there with your arms crossed, looking awfully glum, Your Highness. Maybe we should break your arms. You’d make a very handsome Venus de Milo.”
20
Ella
Okay, I’m not a millionaire VIP stripper because I curl up in a ball and give up on my dreams! Even if shit doesn’t work out for me, I have to keep going strong … and I have to do it dolled up, of course.
After I hit my funk, I knew some salon therapy and beautification were the best courses of action.
So I spent all day in the salon making sure my hair was perfect. I had the stylist create a cascade updo. I had my nails sculpted just the way they were the night my life changed forever, sprinkled with silver dust to add that special shimmer to them.
My dress is a midnight blue chiffon mermaid cut ball gown that I brought with me from New York made by my favorite designer Valentino. I get warm and fuzzy inside remembering the Valentino slacks that Derek wore the night he came … I came … and he stole my heart.
The back of my perfect dress plunges low, so I made sure to have my body dusted with a soft gold shimmer body powder.
My necklace is a dainty little number from Cartier, a diamond on a thin platinum chain. It's so thin it gives the illusion that the diamond is suspended in thin air. My shoes are a special edition Givenchy pair of ankle strap peep toe heels.
I ordered a rental car, rather than hiring out a driver. I wanted the distraction of focusing on driving, and since I’m a Manhattan girl, that was a lot of focus required. My ankles and insteps are more equipped to ha
ndle transportation because I walk everywhere in my city. But you can’t exactly just walk up to a palace.
The castle estate of the crowned Prince of St. Albans sprawls across 10 acres of lush green lawns as far as the eye can see.
The marble-paved driveway leads to where the valets stand in their tuxedos sharply pressed, black dress shoes perfectly shined.
Here we go! My stomach is doing cartwheels. I don’t know if I’m scared, excited … both. I’m both right now!
As I draw closer to the valet, my heart starts to skip beats, and the butterflies in my stomach threaten to steal my voice. I’m driving myself, so the valet approaches me in the driver’s seat.
The door to the rental car opens, and a courteous gentleman sticks his hand out for mine. “Ma’am,” the valet greets me.
He escorts me to the bottom of the staircase, where I hand my keys to him, and he bids me farewell.
“Thank you,” I say with a polite smile. I have to gather my nerves just like I summoned my voice there.
My nerves are taking over. I should leave! I think to myself in fear. But, no, I shake it out of my head.
I have come so far to find my perfect guy, and he could be right on the other side of these massive cherry wood doors.
As I climb the massive stairs the doors slowly open, and a well-dressed butler introduces himself as Travers, personal secretary to the prince. He welcomes us all to the royal estate before ushering all of us into a foyer, an enormous chandelier hangs over the top of a spiral staircase that is lined with waiters and waitresses holding gold platters that hold sparkling glasses containing red and white wine as well as flutes of bubbly champagne.
We follow the spiral staircase up until it stops in front of a pair of etched glass doors, and from inside the doors are pulled open to present us with a massive ballroom with gorgeous hanging chandeliers. I counted six strategically placed through the ballroom. Soft music fills the room as we make our way through the entryway onto the exquisitely polished floor.
At the top of the room, I can see a high-backed throne. As I continue to scan the ballroom with my eyes, I spot a balcony that wraps around one side of the room. I wonder if this is where Derek will watch, scanning the crowd before he makes himself known. I imagine he’ll look over the room and make a strategic decision about where to go, and that’s a good possible vantage point.
I take in the beauty of this room and the many women who fill it. I can feel them staring at me — the girl that no one knows. I slowly move through the sea of women making my way to the bar that I spotted in a back corner. I empty my champagne flute in a moment, and then trade it for another. Just as I'm starting to feel my anxiety start to wane, huge brass bugle horns sound off. It sets me on edge, jarring as the sound was before I remember this is a good thing. Those horns are for my man.
All the women stop in their tracks and follow the spotlight that now focuses on that balcony.
With all eyes trained on the spotlight, I hear a faint creak coming from the other side of the ballroom. I search to find the source of the noise, and I see the butler disappear behind a door. As I make my way through the crowd, my nerves start to fade, and all anxiety turns to excitement.
Derek appears. At first, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me! It can’t be him, after all this time ... are we really separated by nothing more than a few hundred feet? With my heart in my throat, I continue to draw closer, a smile pulls at my mouth, and I know exactly what to say. I move to approach him from behind and whisper in his ear. "You're just standing there, arms crossed looking glum. Maybe we should break your arms. Make you a very handsome Venus de Milo.”
Derek turns around, and I swear the look in his eyes could make me cry right on the spot. Looking into his gorgeous eyes, everything else fades away.
God, there he is! Derek! Even his name is music to my ears.
As his arms wrap around me, I feel like I'm in a dream. Derek twirls me around three times and then pulls me into him. Inhaling his Hugo Boss cologne, I'm instantly wet from the memory of his scent on my skin before, and how I long to be covered in him again.
Derek looks fine as hell in his Vera Wang tuxedo from her black collection. His cufflinks shine as the light dances on them. Derek places his hands on both of my hips, as I hold onto his broad shoulders. We sway to the music entangled in each other. I run my hand across the soft, luxe fabric of his tuxedo. I feel Derek’s hand cupping my ass, pulling me into him until our bodies are pressed together. The way we move together as one lost in this sensual dance we have started. It takes me back to that first night I met him in the club. All of those feelings of bliss and lust come flooding back.
Looking at his lips, I can recall the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The music courses through us, and we get lost in it completely. As Derek dips me, and spins me around slowly, my necklace looks like it's just floating in the air.
Slowly, Derek brings me back up, covering my hand with his as he takes his turn now to whisper in my ear. “Make your way to the back of the ballroom and wait by the curtain.” We share one last longing look on the dance floor as I nod my head to let him know I understand.
And before everything comes rushing back to reality around me, Derek is gone.
His voice echoes in my head as I ignore the looks from the crowd as I pass by them. I can feel their eyes darting up and down my body. I can hear the whispers.
“Where did she come from?”
"Does anyone know her?"
None of their sneers and dirty looks matter because I have to get to that curtain to meet my real life prince.
I reach the back to see Travers standing there like he is guarding the curtain. As I approach, Travers takes my arm and guides me to what is behind the curtain, a door. Leading where, I wonder.
I don’t have to wonder long because the door slowly creeps open and a strong hand clasps mine and pulled me into darkness.
I can’t see so I outstretch my arms to make sure I can feel whatever is in front of me. As I feel around in the dark blindly, I grab hold of a familiar something. I actually giggle, partially because of the enormous relief of finally being with Derek again and partially because I'm gripping his twelve-inch cock. My pussy has been aching so much for his cock that just the sheer thought of it makes my nipples hard and my panties wet.
I rub that huge cock through the trousers restraining it.
Slowly, the room illuminates with a soft pale light.
Derek lifts me and carries me to the middle of the chamber where there is a fireplace and a huge armchair. He places me down and then, standing behind me, Derek runs his fingers over the fabric of my dress, caressing my breasts through it. I move my hands to cover his. Standing in total silence, I feel a sense of perfect peace that I know is because, finally, we are alone. Together. Nothing will ever keep us apart again.
Derek's fingers quickly work my dress, and I'm panting at the sensation of him undressing me. As my dress slides down to the floor, Derek and his tongue follow it, licking up and down my spine. Stopping to nibble on my ass while he walks his fingers around to my pussy, my tiny g string is already wet. He pushes it to the side with his fingers to start rubbing my clit. Slowly, he bends me over. I feel his fingers drag over my pussy before he slides them inside me, scissoring and stretching me, getting me ready for his cock.
Derek is pumping his fingers fast and deep in my pussy when I feel his tongue start to dart around my ass. Arching my back and holding onto the sides of the chair, I push back into his face; I'm going ride the fuck out of his face. I can feel him sliding back, and I push with him until I am sitting on his face. His amazing fingers never miss a stroke. I start to unbutton his shirt, freeing his eight-pack abs. God, his body is gorgeous. I circle my tongue around his nipples and then run my tongue down his eight-pack abs, worshipping every chiseled inch of him.
Making my way down his stomach, trying to stay focused with his fingers and tongue going to work on me. His trousers only have one button
, I take it in my mouth and pop it open. Derek lifts his hips up to let me take him out of his pants. I slide them down to his ankles, and my hands caress his thighs as I slide them back up in between his legs.
My tongue licks across the head of that gorgeous cock, twelve inches of rock-hard fun. I take my time using my mouth to caress his cock. Licking up and down his shaft, massaging his balls with my fingers.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I start to cry out. I'm almost painfully aroused, and I need so much more Derek! I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, swallowing as I feel my orgasm start to shake through me now. Derek starts twisting and turning his fingers inside of me, with his tongue never missing a stroke inside my ass. I arch my back and tighten my jaws around his cock, and as my cum starts flowing I can feel it dripping down my leg.
Derek slides his tongue out of my ass and starts to lick my pussy, nibbling on my clit.
I go to work on his cock, taking my breasts and putting one on each side of his shaft. Snugly securing him between my tits, I take my nipples and stroke the side of his shaft with it. Derek starts to move his hips to match the rhythm of my mouth. I make sure to take it a little deeper every time I come back down on his length.
I can feel that head starting to throb deep in the back of my throat. Derek darts his tongue in and out of my pussy placing my clit in between his teeth and tugging on it. It feels so good having him take what he wants from me.
I know Derek can feel the shake in my body as I’m about to cum, and I'm ready to swallow his load. I pick up the pace, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I feel him getting closer to the edge of orgasm. All I need to do is just to push him over it.
Taking my hands and putting them underneath my breasts I start to play with his heavy balls. I work my fingers deep into the sides of Derek’s balls. I can feel him losing concentration as his tongue fondles my pussy trying to get his rhythm back. My mouth and my fingers keep playing with Derek's cock.