by Kailin Gow
I giggled as I hurried out of the dead end and rushed to the next corner before my playmate could find me. But around the corner, I smashed into something hard and stumbled back to fall to the ground.
Looking up at the tall shadow that blotted out the sun, I grunted with humiliation and pain while he laughed.
“You’re so clumsy, Lilly,” he said. “How do you ever manage to get through a day without ending up in the hospital? It seems I’m always picking you up from some fall or another, even here in your own garden. ”
“It’s not my fault,” I said, rubbing my leg. “You bumped into me and made me fall.”
He laughed even harder. “It’s not very mature of you to blame someone else for your clumsiness. I was just standing here and you ran right into me.”
“You're fourteen and I’m only six. You should be more careful.”
“Excuses, excuses.” He shook his head in disapproval. “I’ll never understand why my parents chose you to be my future wife. How can I possibly marry such a klutz? You’ll probably embarrass yourself and me by stumbling down the aisle.”
Pouting, I glared up at his dark shadow. He could be so positively mean sometimes.
“Although you are kind of cute, in a very little girl way.”
I had one second to be elated that he found me cute, but was instantly demolished knowing he saw me as such a little girl. “Well, I don’t know why my Daddy wants me to marry you, either. You're rude, brash and you have no manners whatsoever.” I tried to get up, but fell back down. “Ouch.”
“You okay?” There was no concern in his question, just mirth.
“No, you bubble head. Look at my knee.”
He bent down beside me, no longer blocking me from the sun. With the light in his face, I blushed like I always did when I saw him. No matter how bad his manners, he was just so darn handsome, so much more handsome than any of the princes I’d ever seen in a fairy tale.
His dark hair curled around his ears and his eyes were bluer than the sky behind him. I could stare at him forever.
“Stop looking at me like that, Lilly.”
“Like what?”
He scooped me up in his arms. “Like a lovesick puppy.”
I wanted to kick my way out of his arms, but I wanted to stay there all day. “I am not. I’m just grateful you offered to help me. You're not usually this nice, you know.”
With ease, he found his way out of the labyrinth. I was like a feather in his arms as he marched toward the grand manor beyond the manicured lawn.
“Oh, Lord,” one of the maids called out as he walked inside. “What happened to her now?”
“She fell.”
“Is she seriously hurt?”
“Nothing a little rest in her bed won’t cure. I’ll bring her up.” His smile was all charm and even the old maid was drawn in.
“Such a sweet and handsome young boy, that Rial. You sure are lucky to have him around, Lilly.”
I wanted to yell at her that I wasn’t lucky at all, that I wouldn’t have fallen to begin with had it not been for him, but I simply sulked in his arms.
“What’s eating you?” he asked on the way up the stairs.
“It’s not fair. You hurt me and everyone thinks you’re a hero for helping me. It’s just not fair.” With tears fighting their way to my eyes, I looked away from him as we entered my room.
“There you go, little princess,” he said as he set me on my bed. Taking a look around, he gagged. “Geez, any pinker and you’d think a batch of cotton candy had exploded in your room.”
“I like pink,” I said with all the haughtiness I could muster. “If you don’t like it, you’re welcomed to leave.”
“I’ll leave as soon as I’ve cleaned you up.” He turned around and walked into the adjacent bathroom and returned a moment later with a damp washcloth.
The minute he sat down beside me, I pulled away.
“What are you doing? Get over here.”
“You're just a rough boy who like to hurt little girls. You’re not a nurse. With my luck, you’ll just going to hurt me even more.”
“Stop being silly and get over here,” he said as he pulled me back to the edge of the bed. “I can be as rough as you are clumsy, but I’ll be as gentle as you are pretty if you sit still.”
Again, I could feel my face heat up just knowing he thought I was pretty.
Patting the washcloth over my knee, he scrutinized me. “Yeah, I guess I could do worse. I mean, you have pretty hair and big doe eyes. I could probably get used to having a girl like you around, maybe even as a wife.”
“Oh, the thought is so gross,” I said with an exaggerated grimace.
He laughed. “Give it a few years. You won’t find it so gross.” He kissed my knee.
“Why d’you do that?” I was stunned by the softness of his lips and any pain that I might have felt was instantly gone.
“To help it heal. That’s what my mother always does.”
“What if you decide to marry another girl?” I said, trying not to whine.
“I can’t. Our parents made it so we would end up together, like it or not.”
“Daddy won’t talk to me about it. He won’t tell me why I have to marry you.”
He shrugged. “Our families are very close. They’ve always been. Maybe it’s just a question of strengthening our bloodline. You come from a strong, powerful family and so do I. Together we’ll take on the world.”
I laughed and so did he. He was so cute when he laughed… not when it was a mocking laugh like when he made me fall, but when it was a real hearty laugh. I could listen to him for hours and, when I looked into his eyes… why did he have to have such dreamy eyes?
But as I stared at him, into his beautiful eyes, he was no longer the fourteen year old boy who teased me so mercilessly, but a twenty seven year old man, so strong and virile, I wanted to melt. I’d lost my pigtails and princess dress and my mature, young woman’s body yearned for his.
He pinned me to the wall, his eyes hard with determination as he brought his mouth over mine. The little girl in me wanted to pull away and deny him the pleasure, but the pleasure he brought me was so great, I couldn’t help but leaned into him for more. When his tongue swooped in to dance with mine, I reluctantly went along, unsure what I was supposed to do.
“Let go, Lilly. Just let go and enjoy the moment.”
His simple command was enough. I melted into him, and dug my nails into the flesh of his neck. My lips sucked on his, my tongue tasted him and my breasts pressed against his chest. All I’d ever known were the chaste kisses of friends and family. No one had ever told me, had ever warned me what a real kiss could be.
My body stiffened and a strange tingle rode up my spine when he unbuttoned my top and slipped it off my shoulders.
“Rial…” His name hung in the air; a plea, a protest, a promise.
He pulled the straps of my bra down and fully exposed my breasts, but not for long. Just as quickly, he clamped his mouth over my hard, erect nipple.
I thought I’d faint. I thought I’d fall. Surely it was a sin to feel such pleasure. His tongue played over the intensely sensitive nub of skin, lifting me higher and higher. Raking my fingers through his hair, I pulled him to me, eager for more.
“Lilly,” he muttered as he switched breasts. “How delicious you are, Lilly. More than I could have imagined. Pure honey.” He reached down between my legs and tugged up my skirt. His fingers ran along my upper thigh and I was curious and eager to see what would come next.
I sucked in a deep breath and held it as he brought his fingers up, up… Whatever was coming, I knew it would be good. My entire body wanted it, waited for it, and I thought I’d die if it didn’t happen.
But it did. His fingers glided under my panties and quickly found the slick folds of skin that were hungry for his touch.
I gasped, and the world ceased to exist. I thought I’d burst open and I wanted to cry out so strong was my need for release.
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bsp; “My little Lilly isn’t a little girl anymore, is she?” Rial murmured.
All I could do was groan.
“I never would have thought you’d be so hot. You’re molten.” His fingers delved deeper between the moistened lips that wanted nothing more than to be touched while his thumb concentrated on the tiny nub of pleasure.
Without warning he stopped and leaned back to look at me.
My clitoris pounded with rage and need. Don’t leave me like this, I wanted to beg.
“Look at you,” he whispered. He pulled my skirt up to my waist and pulled my panties to my knees and just looked. “Yes, look at you.”
I was wet, almost too wet, and felt suddenly vulnerable for wanting him so much. I wanted to beg him to do something, anything to alleviate the growing need, but he must have seen it in my eyes.
He inched closer and my wildest imaginings could never have predicted what he was about to do. His mouth closed in around my clitoris and he slowly ran his tongue, so smooth and hot, over my wet lips.
“Oh, my God.”
Again his tongue ran a smooth line over my lips, coaxing another thrilled gasp from me.
“Have you ever…?” he whispered before running his tongue deep between the folds of inflamed skin.
“Oh, my God. No. No!” My fingers were in his hair, pulling him, urging him to bring me relief before I collapsed.
He chuckled and pulled away. “Let’s keep you waiting, then. It’ll be all the more eruptive.”
“No,” I pleaded. “I can’t. Please, Rial.”
“Patience, dear Lilly.” He pulled off his shirt and quickly rid himself of his pants and briefs.
Nude, he was a glorious god. How could a man look so good, so strong?
His shaft was hard and erect, pointing at me and I was pleased to see he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He came to me, wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my buttocks to pick me up and wrap my legs around his waist. All I could think of was the hardened shaft between us. It pressed against me and I could feel myself opening up, eager to take him all in.
With a few steps, he brought me to the bed and fell over me, but still he refused to bring me what I wanted. Instead, he continued his merciless teasing as he ran the length of his cock over my sex, bringing another slow flow of pleasurable moisture.
“You’re a girl who needs to be fucked, if ever I saw one.”
“Then stop teasing, and fuck me, Rial. Just fuck me.” I couldn’t believe my language. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t what I was taught. I hadn’t been raised to say such things, to think such vile thoughts and to feel so wanton.
“I’ll fuck you, all right.” He got up and flipped me over on the bed so that my ass was in the air, in his face. He slapped my ass then kissed the very spot he’d slapped. His tongue snaked between my cheeks as he pried them apart, bringing his tongue closer and closer to the heated volcano. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled up, inched his enormous cock closer then rammed it deep inside me.
I let out a gasp of surprise then groaned as he filled me. All my senses were tuned into the workings of his cock deep inside me and I never wanted it to end.
“I want to fuck you all night,” he whispered as he brought his hands around and pressed his fingers to my clitoris.
“Yes,” I gasped. “All night. Oh, my God, yes.”
He plunged deeper and deeper while bringing me higher and higher until I was floating on air waiting for the rush of pleasure to take over me.
It hit me so hard, I screamed and suddenly began thrusting to and fro, pounding into him and wanting more. My body was like a flower, opening up to all the pleasures he could bring to it.
I never wanted it to end, but as the explosive orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes to the familiar setting of my room in Paris. Damp with sweat and confused by the dream that still clung to my brain, I looked at the hard body beneath me only to find Bobby’s eyes looking up at me instead of Rial’s.
“Holy, shit. I don’t know what got into you tonight, but keep it coming.” Grabbing my hips, he thrust deep inside me. “Don’t stop now. I’m almost there.”
All I could do was stare at him.
“Baby, I’ve never seen you so horny, so wet,” he grunted as he continued to pound his cock into me. “You’re a tigress, all over me, just hungry to get what you could get. Damn, you're so sexy.” He gave me a final, hard pounding of his cock and erupted inside me with a loud cry of rapture.
I forced a smile and tried to bring myself completely back to reality. I was happy to be with Bobby and happy to know he’d enjoyed my wild dream just as much as I had, but the passion I’d felt with Rial gnawed at me.
Why? Why such a wild and wanton dream? And with Rial? It made no sense.
“I love you,” Bobby said. “And not just because of what you just did, although, I have to admit… that’s one hell of a bonus.”
I fell over him and cuddled up in the crook of his arm. “I love you, too, Bobby.” And I did. I truly did, but Rial’s face, his body… it was all I could see when I closed my eyes.
The vision alternated between the young Rial who had always teased me and the adult Rial who thrilled me. And as my heart returned to its normal rhythm and my body cooled off, I thought more and more of the dream I’d had.
Seeing Rial when we were young. It’d been so strange to go back… to that house, that garden… that time in my life. Was it simply a dream? Or was any part of it true? I couldn’t tell just yet, but I wanted to know.
Deep inside, my gut jolted and I was once again brought back to Rial’s lips all over me, and once again, I was wet. Was this what my life was to be? Thinking of him? Dreaming of him? All because he waltzed into my life, kissed me in front of everyone and put a ring on my finger?
I had no answers, but I needed to find some… and soon.
Chapter 6
For the next weeks I had Rial’s phone number tucked away in my pocket. Every day I opened the neatly folded piece of paper wanting desperately to call him, but, every day, I folded it back up and slipped it back deep in my pocket.
I often wondered if Bobby had noticed Rial slipping it to me as he’d kissed me that day. Did he know what I had in mind? Was he aware of the questions that haunted me?
Worse still; what would he think of me if he learned of the erotic dreams that still plagued me. Night after night, I was awakened in an aroused frenzy. Some nights I simply slipped my finger under my panties and found quiet and soothing release, but on several nights I awoke atop Bobby, riding him as if there were no tomorrow.
He’d been thrilled and had loved every second, especially the night I woke up with his cock in my mouth. Engorged and stiff, I’d almost gagged as I tried to take him all in, and when he erupted in my mouth, I sucked him in and cleaned him off until there wasn’t a drop left.
“You sleazy naughty girl,” he’d said. “I love you.”
His words reverberated in my head as I looked down to my hands; Rial’s phone number in one and my phone in the other.
I had to. I had to find out what his story was all about. If I continued to deny Rial as part of my past, I would never be able to have an honest future with Bobby.
I tapped out the number and waited as it rang once, and twice, and…
“Hello.”
I coughed.
“Hello?”
“Rial?”
“Yes.” He sounded vaguely annoyed for a second, but then recognized me. “Lilly?”
“I need to…”
“See me? I thought you’d never ask.” He was smooth, almost cocky as his voice dropped to a seductive register. “I’ve been waiting for your call… every night I think of you, how hot and sexy you are, but how far away you keep yourself from me.”
I shook my head, but no real protest came from my lips. “I need to know what this is all about. Your father, my father… this arranged marriage.”
“I’m right here waiting for you, babe.” He sounded so cool and sure of
himself, just as he always had as a boy.
“Perhaps we could meet somewhere… a café or bistro.”
“No,” he immediately said. “Too public. What we have to discuss is too profound and too personal. Come by my place; 143 Cercle des Hirondelles. I have a few things I’d like to show you.”
“Is that here in Paris?”
“Twenty minutes south of where you stand.”
I took a deep breath, and felt strange and unsure… Bobby.
But it was for Bobby I wanted to clear the whole thing up. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as I got into a taxi and gave the driver the address.
My mind kept drifting back to the last time I’d left Paris, heading West with Bobby. Now, although the purpose of my journey remained the same, leaving the city had a whole other vibrancy to it. I should have felt ashamed, but as the twenty minute mark Rial had promised approached, the strong and strange yearnings I’d felt over the past nights took hold and wouldn’t release me.
When we arrived at the gated home, the driver pulled up to the intercom, but the gates opened before he could say a word.
“Looks like you're expected, Mademoiselle.”
I smiled, but felt flustered.
Before us, a grand chateau was slowly exposed as we passed the tall, mature trees that surround the property.
“Monsieur,” I said, tapping the back of his seat. “Monsieur, I’ll get off here.”
He glanced back at me and frown, but slowly stopped the car. “Le chateau, it is still quite a distance away.”
I nodded. “That’s okay.” I paid the fare and got out then watched him turn around and leave.
Alone, I drew in a long, fragrant breath. The scent awakened something deep inside me, something from so long ago, but something that eluded me all the same. The property was immaculate; the lawn finely manicured, the shrubbery trimmed with precision and the smaller decorative trees expertly pruned.
Every step I took brought me closer to my past, closer to the answers I needed, while at the same time bringing new questions.
I’d been here before. I couldn’t say when or why, but I felt certain I had.
