The Monarch Room

by Danielle James

  “I wore the pink ones,” she sang, tucking her fingers beneath my chin. My dick knew she meant the new pink panties she told me about. My lips needed hers. Then I remembered that we could kiss. It didn’t matter who saw us. We were in the Clermont bubble.

  I leaned over and kissed her, sliding my hand between her thighs. I rested my hand against her pussy and she made the sexiest noise. She tried to push me away but I wouldn’t let her. “Roman, we’re in a car,” she whispered with a glint in her eye.

  “And?”

  “Oh my God,” she laughed quietly.

  “Sometimes I need to touch you somewhere other than the Monarch Room. Sometimes I need to touch your pussy in the back of a chauffeured car. Is there a problem?”

  “No, Roman.”

  “Good. I don’t want there to be a problem.” I nipped her bottom lip and she slid her hands against the sides of my face, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

  “We’re here, Mr. Clermont, Zuri.” The driver got out and opened the back door for us. Zuri thanked him and cleared her throat, trying to hide her blushing. I slapped hands with the driver hoping he’d take the hundred-dollar bill in my palm.

  He looked down and shook his head with wide eyes. “Please, take it,” I asked of him. After a few beats of silence, he nodded and I thanked him. “You ready?” I smiled and hooked arms with Zuri. She placed a single kiss on my cheek and gave me all the strength I needed to walk through those double doors and deal with my parents.

  We were the first people to arrive and I was equal parts happy and apprehensive about it. Maurice met me with a champagne flute and I lifted it with a smile to thank him. He offered Zuri a glass and she shook her head immediately.

  “Do you want one?” I asked her. “You’re here with me for one night…nobody is going to tell your father.”

  “I feel like my father has eyes everywhere,” she confessed with a sigh.

  “You father has no eyes in my home, I can assure you,” my father came from nowhere with a big smile and open arms. “Maurice, give the girl a glass of champagne.” Maurice placed the thin stem of a flute between Zuri’s fingers and she smiled a little.

  “So you must be Zuri Okolo. The reason my son is willing to risk years in prison.” He kissed the back of her hand and she smiled brilliantly. She also took a sip of her champagne. My father was a lot to take in sometimes. It usually didn’t hit you until you left his presence feeling exhausted and not understanding why.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Clermont,” she said.

  “Call me Henri, dear. You are absolutely gorgeous.” He stared at her like she was a prize. I couldn’t blame him, but still…

  “Thank you, Henri. You’re sweet,” she took another sip of champagne and I shamelessly downed mine. She was refined and used to moving in situations like the one we were in but I’d never liked them. I coped by drinking whatever was available.

  “Oh, Roman.” My mother smiled and threw her arms around me. “You look so good. This suit does you no favors. I would have gone with Armani.”

  “My suit is fine, Mom.”

  “You look amazing,” Zuri said quietly, squeezing my hand.

  “Thank you, princess.” I kissed her temple and my parents both stood grinning as they watched.

  “This must be Zuri. Nice to meet you. I’m Collette Clermont, Roman’s mother.”

  “Nice to meet you. He looks just like you,” she said politely. “You all have a lovely home. Thank you for inviting me.”

  “Oh, Roman…she’s so sweet.” We moved into the parlor and Maurice refilled my glass of champagne once it was empty. “Honestly, I had no idea what to expect when he told us you were only seventeen. I can see you’re refined though. Thank God.” Zuri laughed softly in response and rubbed my hand, helping me to relax. I was on edge though. I didn’t know what to expect from my parents. They could either be extremely accommodating or extremely pretentious. I hoped they’d be accommodating since they felt Zuri was good enough to be in their presence.

  “What university are you looking to attend?” My father asked Zuri.

  “My father wants me to attend Brown or Spelman.”

  “Go with Spelman. Roman’s mother went there. Couldn’t have turned out a better woman.” He turned to me and motioned for me to follow him. I looked at Zuri to make sure she was okay with being left alone with my mother. She gave me a nod and waved me away.

  I walked with my father into the living room and he grinned at me. “She’s stunning, Roman. She was in your class? She doesn’t look like she belongs in a classroom. She belongs on a runway in Paris.”

  “Yeah, she’s perfect,” I said.

  “She’s well-groomed too. Okolo did something right. She’ll do well tonight at the party. I wouldn’t be able to keep her a secret, son.” He shook his head. “I was that way with your mother. I flaunted her. I didn’t care that she was seventeen. Nobody said a thing to me about it either.”

  “Well things are different now, Dad. I’ll go to jail for flaunting a minor. Doesn’t matter what my last name is.”

  “If you say so. I like her though. You two will marry, correct?”

  “I haven’t gotten that far.”

  “Come now, Roman. I see the way you look at her and she looks at you. That’s the look of forever.”

  I tossed his words around in my head for the most of the night. Zuri and I mingled around the party full of stuffy people while Maurice kept me full of champagne. At one point during the party, Zuri leaned over and whispered to me, “You are drunk, Roman Clermont.”

  “And you are beautiful, Zuri Okolo,” I smiled.

  “You’re lucky you’re sexy when you’re drunk.” She touched my nose and I gripped her wrist in my hand. She bit her bottom lip from the pressure and my dick throbbed. I pressed her dainty wrist to my lips, savoring the pulse thumping wildly beneath her skin. I could smell her soft perfume and it made me want to pin her down.

  I glanced around the room full of smiling, talking people and motioned for Zuri to follow me to the staff kitchen. Giggles spilled over her lips as she clung to my side. The moment we were away from the rush of people, I kissed her against the wall near the entrance.

  It didn’t matter that some of the party attendees were still scattered around. I needed her. She got me just as drunk as the dry champagne I sipped on all night. When she locked her hands around my neck I pressed harder against her, pushing her legs apart with my knee.

  “Roman, people are walking by,” she whispered. Her head rolled against the wall as I kissed and sucked on her warm neck. I didn’t care anymore. The fact that I had Zuri to myself outside of our cocoon was enough to drive me mad.

  “Let them watch. What did I tell you, Zuri? You’re mine. I’ll take you when and where I want to.” I cupped her pussy, rubbing her clit with the heel of my hand.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned when she felt my dick stab into her abdomen. I sucked all the sweet gloss from her lips and left bruises down the side of her neck. I groaned when I felt how wet her pink panties were.

  “Pull them down,” I told her. “Not off, just down.”

  “What if we get caught?”

  “We won’t.” I pressed my finger to her lips to silence her and she sucked on it like she was hungry.

  “Tell Daddy what you need, Zuri.”

  “Fuck me. Right here. Against this wall.”

  “Where am I going to cum, princess? I can’t cum in that tight pussy. Not yet.” She sucked on my lips and my tongue, turning ravenous with each second ticking by.

  “My panties,” she whined, grinding against my cock. “Cum in my panties. I want to know you’re right up against my pussy.” I couldn’t take her breathy, nasty words anymore. I tugged my heavy, thick dick out through my zipper. I was already leaking precum.

  I pushed into Zuri’s wet pussy while we both stood, torso to torso. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done. It charged me with adrenaline knowing anyone could see us at any time. Staff was busy at w
ork in the kitchen and people from the party were scattered in the hall.

  The way she wiggled and pushed to her tiptoes, letting me all the way in, sent jolts of electricity sizzling through me. We were so close that people walking by only thought we were kissing. There was no way anyone knew my dick was sliding in and out of her while she nearly hyperventilated. “Roman, fuck,” she breathed, resting her head against my chest.

  “I know. You’re so goddamn hot, I’m about to explode.” I lifted her leg up slightly and looked around to make sure it was all clear before hammering into her. I loved stroking her nice and slow but I needed to push harder. She stumbled forward and I pounded her for a few minutes before I saw someone walking by. I set her leg down and thrust into her, making her moan.

  “Roman, is that you? I haven’t seen you in years!” One of my mother’s friends said, slowing to a stop across from the entrance to the kitchen. I stood there with my cock buried in Zuri, praying my suit jacket didn’t move and reveal what was happening.

  I put on my best smile and nodded my head. Zuri’s petite body trembled beneath me. “Miss Johansson, nice to see you again. How are the girls?”

  “Oh, they’re big now. Marcy is graduating college this year.” She eyed Zuri and the way she clung to me, then she smiled. “I see you have a lady friend. Snuck away for a little time alone?”

  “There’s always time to sneak in a few kisses,” Zuri laughed.

  “Well, you two kids enjoy your night. Don’t let me interrupt.” I was grateful when she moved along. Zuri and I exhaled and I crushed her with a needy kiss, my hand resting on the wall above her head.

  She was so wet after Mrs. Johansson left, that I knew I was going to cum soon. I thrust deep into her and she whispered my name, gripping my shirt in her fist. I felt her cunt tighten and squeeze around me, then pulse. “Shit,” she muttered, shutting her eyes tight.

  “Such a good girl, coming all over my dick. You still want me to fill up your panties?” I asked. I could feel the unbelievable pressure surging through me. I had to cum.

  “Yes, Roman. I want to watch you cum. I want to watch you cum because of me.” The way her voice trembled pushed me over the edge. I pulled out of her warmth and gripped my dick while I shot hot spurts of cum into her panties. It pooled on the cotton and I sighed heavily, watching it drip from the tip of my cock. I smeared my dick against Zuri’s puffy pussy lips and she shivered.

  “Mmm, thank you, Daddy,” she purred, stroking my chin. I tucked my softening dick away and watched her pull her panties up with a smirk. “It’s so warm,” she bit her bottom lip and I wanted to skyrocket out of that party and away from all those people.

  “Hey, Roman,” another family friend waved, walking by.

  “Hello,” I nodded and grabbed Zuri’s hand. “We’re leaving now.”

  “So soon?” Zuri smiled wildly at me.

  “Mom, Dad, Zuri has a stomach ache. I’m gonna take her home.” She made sure to put on her best pout.

  “Stomach ache?” Dad lifted his brows and chuckled. “You’ll be here for breakfast in the morning, right?” He asked.

  “Yeah, sure,” I nodded. I left that damn party so fast my mother didn’t even have time to call for a car. When we were close to the guesthouse, I swept Zuri into my arms and her surprised scream painted the air in streaks.

  I burst through the door and carried her to the bathroom. “That was the sexiest thing ever,” she told me while she stripped out of her clothes. I couldn’t stop staring at the fact that I was smeared all over her pussy.

  I ran shower water for us and pulled open each button on my shirt like it was personally keeping me from Zuri. She watched with her mouth agape, her breathing coming in shallow pants.

  “Roman, you are so fucking gorgeous,” she told me, finally able to swallow.

  “Strip. Now,” I growled. Champagne was pumping through my veins but I wanted to be drunk on her. Only her. Always her.

  She got naked in a blink and the moment she set one foot into the shower, I locked my arm around her waist and thrust into her wet pussy. I fucked her hard and ruthlessly. Nothing about it was pretty or romantic.

  I was a savage.

  I was claiming what was mine. I claimed every orgasm she had and screwed her until she cried from the pleasure.

  There was nothing left to do afterward but sleep. I said a quiet thank you to God that I got to sleep with her in my arms for once. I loved the Monarch Room but being free from it was equally amazing.

  **

  I woke up to a hot, wet mouth and pleasure trickling through my body like rainwater. I lifted my head and looked down to see a pair of mink brown eyes staring up at me with a mouthful of dick. I dropped my head back down to the pillows and grabbed Zuri’s hair in my fist.

  I thrust my hips forward and fucked her mouth fervently until I came down the back of her throat with a rough and satisfied groan. “Jesus, what a way to wake up. Is this what I have to look forward to when we move in together?”

  “Every fucking day. Did you know that you have amazing morning wood before you wake up? I mean it’s perfection.” She climbed on top of me and peered down.

  “I was dreaming about you,” I laughed.

  “Were you? You should have been dreaming about the way you fucked me last night beside the kitchen.” I laughed and rubbed my face when she mentioned it.

  “Yeah, I was shitfaced. All I could think about was how goddamn sexy you looked and that you were mine. Finally.”

  “Roman, you know I’m yours no matter what.”

  “I know but we were finally away from school. I think I was drunk on champagne and knowing we were far away from Aspen Grove.”

  “Me too.” She tried to climb off of me but I held her in place. I didn’t want her to go anywhere. Her weight felt good pressing against my dick. I started to get stiff again beneath her hot cunt.

  “I want this all the time,” I swallowed. I realized that I couldn’t imagine my world without her anymore. Zuri wove herself into the fabric of my life and there was no way I’d be the same without her. I’d fray and fall to threads.

  “Then we’ll have it all the time, Roman.”

  “We have to wait until June first.”

  “I want it before June. After this, I don’t think I’ll be able to go back home with my father.”

  “I don’t want you to but that’s how things are right now.”

  “I hate it there though. I’m alone all the fucking time and my only bright spot is you. My mother can’t do anything about it. All she does is tell me how sorry she is.” Zuri wiped her eyes and climbed off of me.

  I sat up and sighed heavily. The need to protect her was so strong I was thinking about risking everything to keep her away from her father. I had to think straight though. I couldn’t take Zuri from her father.

  “Let’s enjoy our break together, please, princess.” She looked over her shoulder at me and nodded with tears in her eyes. There was something so hauntingly beautiful about her sadness.

  **

  “Um, Roman, did you know that there was breakfast in here?” Zuri called from the kitchen.

  “No, I didn’t.” I sighed. I walked into the kitchen and shook my head at the spread of croissants, eggs, fruit, bacon, sausage, and coffee.

  “That’s so creepy. Someone came in here while we were sleeping and left us food.” She popped a melon ball into her mouth and groaned at the flavor. “Okay, creepy and super convenient.”

  “It’s a damn waste. We’re supposed to go to the big house for breakfast. This is just optional. If we don’t eat it they’ll toss it out by lunchtime.” I grabbed as many containers as I could find and began packing the food away. Zuri laughed a little and watched me.

  “What are you doing, Roman?”

  “Putting it away so they can’t throw it away.” I managed to get most of it away but not all. I’d be sure to take it with me later and drop it off at a shelter. It was just in time for my mother to call reminding me th
at we were supposed to have breakfast with them. Like I could possibly fucking forget.

  Before we made our way over, I made time for a quick sketch of Zuri’s eyes from the perspective I woke up to this morning. They were so big and full of desire. “You’re going to show up to breakfast with charcoal all over your hands,” Zuri sighed.

  “I know. It’ll piss them off,” I laughed.

  “You’re so bad,” she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me and rub her nose against mine. I thought we’d take a walk to the house but when we stepped outside, a car was waiting for us with the door open. I cursed under my breath and got in the back seat. My family didn’t know how to do anything understated.

  When we arrived, Maurice opened the doors for us and we walked into the house. The staff must have been working their behinds off because it smelled like a restaurant. The aroma of the delicious food was knocked out of my focus when someone blindsided me with a hug and a kiss, knocking Zuri to the side. I gripped the person’s arms and held them back so I could at least see who the hell was tackling me.

  “Roman! I’m so happy to see you and to see you’re back with your family.”

  “Michelle?” I stumbled back and blinked a few dozen times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. It was really her. My eyes were narrow as I stormed into the kitchen where I found my father reading the paper.

  “What the fuck is Michelle doing here, Dad? You think this shit is funny?” I thundered.

  “Roman, you were taking too long to set up a meeting with the girl,” he frowned.

  “Fuck that. I move in my own time. Not yours! How dare you invite her here while I’m here with Zuri?”

  “Roman, Henri, stop this yelling.” My mother walked in with a little boy clinging to her fingers, looking from me to my father. I stopped yelling immediately and looked down at him.

  River.

  My son.

  I felt to my knees with a teary smile on my face. “River?”

  “Hi,” he said. He looked terrified. He probably was. He was in a strange house with people he didn’t know. How could Michelle just send him off with a grandmother he didn’t know so easily?