by Jenny Frame
Bea placed soft kisses on George’s face. “Well maybe you could speak to him and vouch for Lex.”
George looked sceptical. “Hmm…perhaps.”
Bea heard police sirens and shouts from outside. She walked over to the window. The protestors had been at the gates of the palace all day, but now the police and security officers were trying to get the VIP cars through the gates of Buckingham Palace without getting eggs thrown or generally harassed.
She hugged herself and sighed. “I can’t believe we have to roll out the red carpet for this horrible man. I would have been out there protesting if I hadn’t met you.”
George came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. “We are the servants of the government and the people, Bea. We talked about this. As monarchs we don’t get a choice who we entertain, or meet—it’s your democratically elected prime minister who wants him here.”
“I know. It’s just hard.”
“I would suggest we can make a statement to him by the way we receive him with dignity, and show him the values of the United Kingdom, and what could be better than two gay women doing that, eh?”
“I suppose you’re right. I’m going to be extra gay for him,” Bea joked.
“That’s my girl.”
Chapter Sixteen
Lex paced around her hotel room. Major Ravn had suggested she get ready and be collected from a discreet Mayfair hotel, to make security easier. And Ravn had been right. Over the course of the day, the press had started to gather outside Lex’s home. They clearly knew she was the mystery suitor but thankfully they didn’t know about her past—yet.
She walked over to the large hotel room windows and stared out over the London skyline. What am I doing here? No matter how much she felt for Roza, she knew it was going to end badly, and that was frightening.
God, I could do with a drink…The thought came from nowhere and it was terrifying. That was the first time in years she had thought about drinking. Lex rubbed her face vigorously and said to herself, “Get ahold of yourself.”
She touched the tattoo on her wrist and started her deep breathing exercise.
Her feelings were bringing her demons from their slumber and she would need to work doubly hard to keep them in check.
There was a knock at the door. “Ms. King? Are you ready?”
Was she ready? As soon as she walked out that door, the press would have every rumour confirmed.
When she lifted her hands to quickly check her hair, she noticed she was shaking ever so slightly. On instinct her eyes went to the brandy, whisky, and vodka decanters, sitting on a silver tray at the side of the room.
“Ms. King? Are you there?”
In that split second, she could almost feel the burn of the whisky as it would go down her throat.
Again there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll be right with you.”
Lex took a long breath and let it out, before heading for the door.
*
When Lex saw Roza in the car, all of her immediate fears went away. She was elegantly beautiful in a long green evening dress, her hair held up by a diamond tiara.
She took Roza’s hand and kissed her palm. “You look beautiful, regal, and elegant and you take my breath away.”
Roza giggled shyly and then leaned in to straighten her white bow tie. “You look delicious in white tie. I can’t wait to take it off you later.”
“Oh? Is that right?”
Roza leaned forward and whispered, “I’ve got a surprise for you later. To thank you for coming with me tonight.”
“What kind of surprise?”
Roza tapped her nose. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
A surprise from Roza could mean anything. She was a wild, free-spirited girl, and that was why she was falling for her.
Major Ravn leaned over from the front seat and said, “It’s about to get loud and frantic as we move through the protestors but you’ll be perfectly safe, I assure you.”
Lex looked out the window and saw the police struggling to hold back protesters as their car went through the palace gates. Roza jumped in fright when a barrage of eggs hit the car windows, and Lex naturally grasped her hand.
“It’s just eggs, Princess. Don’t worry.”
Roza patted her chest. “Oh my, I agree with the protestors’ sentiment, but it’s a bit scary driving through it.”
“How does the Queen feel about this man, President Loka?” Lex asked.
“Bea told me he is the last person they want in their house, but Bo Dixon is immovable on the subject, and George knows it is her duty to follow the government’s instructions. I know Bea was furious about the whole visit, and she made me promise that we would be extra gay tonight.”
Lex laughed. “We can only try our best.”
Their car pulled up outside the palace entrance and after exiting the car they were shown by the footmen to the receiving line.
As they waited in the line, Lex felt every eye in the place on her, and she heard whisperings. This was it, what she was afraid of if they attended a public event together. Their relationship was out, and sooner or later the media would find out about her past.
“Why do you look so serious all of a sudden?” Roza said.
Lex didn’t want to spoil their night with negativity. “I’m just nervous. It’s a big night.”
Roza smoothed her hand down Lex’s lapel and said with a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry. I’ll look after you well.”
There was a teasing sexual tinge to Roza’s voice that made her shiver with anticipation. “Oh? Is that a promise?”
“Oh yes. Now stop worrying and let’s enjoy tonight,” Roza ordered.
There was no time left to worry in any case, thought Lex. She looked up at the ornate ceiling and then around the many paintings on the walls. “Buckingham Palace is stunning. I thought it might be a little dated, but no.”
Roza smiled. “It is beautiful and well taken care of.”
“What’s Ximeno Palace like?”
Roza lost her smile. “It’s much like this, although more of a European style, but it is different in one respect. It feels empty, like it’s lost its happiness, its soul.”
“Did you grow up there?”
Roza nodded. “Until I was eighteen and allowed to have my own apartments in one of our smaller royal residences. I couldn’t wait to get away from the palace. Gussy said it used to be a happy place before my mother died, but then everything changed.”
Lex squeezed Roza’s hand in support. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s not dwell on my home. I doubt it’s ever going to feel happy again, not while father’s there.”
While they were talking, they moved up to second in line. “Bea looks gorgeous,” Roza said.
“She is very beautiful,” Lex agreed.
“Don’t be nervous. Let’s go and face the music.”
The Master of the Household called out, “Her Royal Highness, Princess Rozala of Denbourg, and Lennox King.”
*
The banquet had been a tense affair, with the Queen’s toast at dinner, which of course was written by the government, met quietly by the assembled guests, who no doubt did not particularly approve of the visit of President Loka. Thankfully for Roza and the other guests, after dinner they retired for coffee and drinks to one of the palace reception rooms where they could mix with others.
Roza was mingling with some of the other guests while Lex talked with Theo and Perri. When she looked across the room and watched Lex, she got that tingly excited feeling and knew she couldn’t wait any longer to be at her side. Time to put her plan for tonight into action.
Roza excused herself from the group she was with and walked over to Lex, and said to Theo and Perri, “Could I steal Lex for a while?”
“Of course,” Theo said smiling.
She took Lex’s hand and guided her over to one of the more spectacular paintings on the wall. As they stood gazing at the picture Roza said, “I mis
sed you.”
Lex smiled. “I missed you too.”
Roza sidled closer to Lex and rubbed her thumb up and down the back of her hand. “When I looked across the room to you, all I could think about was your fingers inside me.”
Lex turned to her with a look of surprise. “Princess, you can’t say things like that to me here.”
“Why?”
Lex gazed at her with a flicker of the fire she kept hidden down so deep under her control. This is what she wanted—she wanted to drive Lex to distraction but show her that delayed gratification could be a good thing.
“Because we are in a room full of some the most important and influential people in the world and all I want to do is touch you.”
Roza whispered, “So it would be wrong to touch me right next to these important people? Bad? Risky? What if we got caught?” Roza could feel she’d hit her mark when Lex gripped her hand tightly, and the fire grew in her eyes. “It would be wrong to be only a few feet away from these people, while you fucked me?”
She saw Lex close her eyes and gulp, trying hard to retain her composure. Roza found it hard too and she knew what was coming.
“Don’t say those things.”
“Follow me.”
Roza led them to a less populated corner of the room. It would have looked to observers as if they were simply admiring a few palace treasures. Roza turned to look at the room of people and checked they were all engaged in conversation.
“When I tell you to move, Lex, move quickly.”
Lex looked at her with confusion. “What are you doing, Princess?”
Roza reached her hand to the small table behind her, and once she was satisfied no one was looking, she pressed a hidden button on the table and the corner of the room opened like a small door.
“Move now.” Roza darted through the opening and when she was sure Lex had followed, pushed the door shut.
They were in a dark stone corridor, only lit by dim emergency lighting.
“Where in God’s name are we?” Lex said.
“Secret corridor. Up to the right is a door to one of the main drawing rooms, and to the left a door leads to a basement area the family used to shelter in during the war. We used to play here when we were children. Come on.”
Roza led them just a few feet down the dark corridor, so they weren’t next to the door, and walked Lex against the wall.
“Shh, what can you hear?” Roza asked.
Lex listened and said, “Voices from the reception.”
Roza grinned and dragged her fingernail down Lex’s cheek. “Yes, they’re all just a few feet away, not knowing I’ve got my hands on you.”
The fire finally overtook Lex, and Roza quickly found herself turned and pushed forcefully against the wall.
Their lips crashed together and Lex gathered up one side of her flowing gown and grasped her thigh. Her kisses stilled for a minute when they heard the voices get louder as people moved towards that side of the room.
All they could hear was their own heavy breathing as they waited to see if they’d had been caught coming in here, but eventually the louder voices dissipated.
Lex grasped her chin lightly between her thumb and forefinger. “You are a bad, bad girl. You know that?”
Roza was delighted. Lex’s passion was freed and she loved it. “Yes, I am. Very much. Do you know what I wish?”
“What?” Lex said with almost a growl.
Roza briefly licked and sucked Lex’s fingers. “I would love if you had a strap-on underneath your trousers so you could fuck me against this wall a few feet away from everyone.”
“Jesus.” Lex closed her eyes.
Roza gathered the other side of her dress, and said breathily, “Show me how you’d fuck me.”
Lex lifted her off the ground and Roza wrapped her legs around Lex’s waist. “This is what I’d do, Princess. Would you like to be fucked like this?”
This wasn’t hard just for Lex. Roza was so turned on that it was as difficult for her to keep control. She dug her fingers into Lex’s short hair at the nape of her neck. “I would. Tell me how you’d do it.”
“Oh God, yes.”
Lex kissed her feverishly, but Roza pulled back. “I want you to promise me something. No matter what, I don’t want to come, okay?”
Lex looked at her like she was insane. “What?”
“Please, baby. It’s what I want. I want something special for later tonight. Will you trust me? Will you promise me that you’ll follow what I say?”
Lex searched her eyes and finally gave a nod, probably thinking that she would change her mind.
“Okay, tell me how you’d fuck me, right here.”
Lex rested her forehead against Roza’s and with her lips only inches from hers said, “I would unzip my fly and pull out my hard cock, then rub it up and down your wet pussy.”
Roza jumped when she felt Lex’s fingers on her sex, parting her folds and rubbing slowly up and down.
“You’re soaking wet, Princess.”
“Because I want you inside me. What would you do next?”
Lex’s eyes were closed now as she lost herself in the scene they were creating. “I’d slip the head in just a little to let you get used to it, and then push it in inch by inch.”
All the time Lex’s fingers mirrored her words, and Roza groaned at the feel of it. “Uh-huh.”
“Then when it was in fully, nice and big, stretching and making you want more—I’d start to thrust.”
Lex thrust inside her, while thrusting her own hips, and it felt so good, Roza was in danger of losing control of her own game.
Lex continued, “What does it feel like getting fucked just a few feet from everyone, huh? What would they think, Princess? Would they think you’re such a bad girl who likes to get fucked?”
Both of their breathing was getting really heavy and Lex appeared to be getting lost in her own headspace. Roza only had a few moments more before she couldn’t turn back.
“Lex, stop.” She gasped.
Lex couldn’t hear her so Roza let her legs fall, and Lex opened her eyes slowly. “Princess?”
“You promised you would follow my lead. I don’t want to come yet.”
“You can’t be serious. I can feel you—”
Roza placed a finger to Lex’s lips, and smiled. “I know, but I want tonight to be special. I want you to learn how good waiting can be, and going slow. You told me you didn’t do delayed gratification. But I want you to tonight.”
Lex took a big deep breath and stepped away from her. “I’ll try anything you want to try once, but it’s so hard.” Lex lifted her hand to show Roza. “Look. I’m shaking, I’m so turned on.”
“I know, but it’ll be good, I promise. Come with me.” Roza led them out the other door into the empty drawing room and out to find the bathroom to freshen up.
*
Lex was hungry. Hungry like she was desperate for her next fix. And her fix was Roza. Roza had wound her up so tight she was just about ready to explode. After they returned to the reception from their little alone time, the rest of the evening seemed to last for unending hours.
When they finally got back to the hotel where they were staying the night, to have some privacy, Lex felt a kind of madness. They went into the room, and as soon as the door was shut, Lex threw Roza’s overnight bag on the bed and made a beeline for her.
Roza put her hand against her chest to stop her advance. “Not yet. You promised.”
“That was before.” Lex pulled off her bow tie and ripped open her top shirt buttons. “I don’t do waiting. You don’t understand. It feels like you’re everywhere. In my head, in my heart, burning beneath my skin. It’s like I can feel every little sensation multiplied a hundred times, and I’m going crazy for you.”
Roza stepped towards her and scratched her nails down Lex’s neck making her moan. “That’s the point. I want you to feel like that. This is all for you. I want to show you what going slowly can feel like, and tha
t it’s not a bad thing, and breaking your rules doesn’t have to be destructive. I promise letting me have this control is a one-off, unless you want it again, and from now on a princess will be your willing slave.”
That image was making her horniness even worse.
Lex kissed her softly and said, “I’ll do anything for you. What do you want?”
Roza smiled and hurried over to her overnight case and pulled out a bag. “Take this to the bathroom, and give me ten minutes.”
Lex had no clue what this was all about, but if it ended with touching Roza, that’s all that mattered.
She went to the bathroom and opened the bag. “Oh yes, that’s my princess.”
Inside was an Intelliflesh strap-on. A strap-on that responded to the body it was attached to and gave the wearer the full sensory experience. Lex had always loved using these when she had been more sexually active. It mirrored her sexuality and who she was inside.
Since she was to wait ten minutes, she decided to take a quick shower first. The power shower hit her overstimulated skin and made her hand travel down to her sex. She could have relief in a few strokes, but inside she knew the only one who could give her relief was Roza.
Lex got out, dried off, and attached the strap-on. After a few minutes it started to react to her body and bulge in her boxers.
She sat on the toilet seat and held her head in her hands. “Oh God, I want her so much.”
When ten minutes had passed, she opened the bathroom door slowly and nearly swallowed her tongue at what she saw. Roza had lit candles around the room and was lying naked on the bed with some sort of chocolate body paint spread at strategic places all down her body.
“Baby?” Roza said.
Lex’s feet started to move over to the bed before she even thought about it. Lex went to touch her but Roza said, “Not yet.”
Again Lex had to use an iron will to stop herself. Her eyes were riveted as Roza ran her finger through the chocolate liberally spread on her nipples and trail down her stomach. “This isn’t any old body paint. This is high quality Belgian chocolate sauce. I know you don’t eat chocolate but I want you to break a rule and lick me clean before you make me come. Can you do that?”