by Alta Hensley
“I knew you would taste good,” he said, only inches from my sex. “I knew I would become addicted to your juices the minute my tongue could finally lick you.”
“Stop talking,” I said breathlessly as I reached down and pushed his head into my hungry pussy. I wanted more. I needed more than just the tease of his tongue.
Roman resisted my weak attempt of dominance and looked up at me from between my legs with a devilish grin and mischief in his eyes. I recognized that look, and a shiver went through me at the thoughts of what he would do to me.
With very little time to imagine the possibilities of what was to come, Roman smacked his palm down on my pussy. “I see my fiancée needs a lesson in patience.” He then thrust his finger deep inside of me, causing me to cry out.
“Tsk, tsk, my love. But I shall give you a lesson you won’t soon forget,” he said as he pulled out his finger from my tight hole.
Roman raised his hand, his finger slick from my arousal, and swatted my pussy again. I flinched and moaned at the same time, thrusting my mons to his hand, desperate for more. He then thrust his same finger back inside of me, invading my pussy again.
“Yes,” I moaned, not being able to say anything else. Conscious thought had begun to leave my body.
Roman pulled out his finger again, spanked my pussy, thrust his finger back inside, and then spanked my pussy again. Over and over, he repeated the wicked act. A moment of pain, quickly replaced with pleasure. Sting versus sensuality. Carnal lust versus erotic stimulation. I couldn’t decide which one I preferred, though Roman didn’t give me much time to choose. The pussy spanking and finger banging continued until I was worked up to a frenzied state. I needed Roman’s cock as much as I needed the air to breathe.
“Please,” I begged.
“Yes,” he said as he replaced his one finger with two. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Roman. I need you.” I arched my back and thrust my hips up, driving his fingers deeper inside of me.
Two fingers in my pussy became three as he stretched me wide, mercifully preparing me for his girth. On my gasp of delight, he pulled out his coated fingers and spanked me on my punished mound again. He coated my bare pussy with the signs of my craving to be fucked. I glanced down and noticed my glistening flesh as Roman lowered his head to my pussy again. Locking his eyes with mine, he stuck out his tongue and licked my juices off my throbbing mons, being sure to cover every inch. The wet warmth of his tongue cooled the sting from his sexual chastisement, and although punished for my crimes, I had no more patience than I’d had before.
“Fuck me,” I said, not sure I could stand another minute. I needed him now. I had to have him inside of me now!
4
Roman
Those were the words I wanted to hear. I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her body to demand more from me. And though I’d known I would have her hungry for my touch by the end of the night, I’d had no idea she would be so receptive so quickly. But my throbbing cock had surprised me with how much I hungered for her as well. The sexual chemistry, the lustful energy was off the charts. I had never wanted to have my dick shoved up a sweet pussy like hers this badly in my life. What we’d had before when we were young was nothing like this. What had been merely an ember in the past had now turned into a full-blown inferno.
The essence of Cheri was stronger than any drug, and I could have feasted on her cunt all night. I could have licked her until my tongue turned raw, but the naked beauty before me begged. She pleaded. And I was damn well going to deliver. Playtime was over; I was ready to fully claim what was mine. What had always been mine.
Not being able to stand another minute of not being inside her, I crawled up on top of her panting body and devoured her mouth with mine as I pressed my dick to her wet entrance. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I murmured against the kiss. “Can you taste how badly you want me?”
When she returned my kiss with full passion, wrapped her legs around my hips, and clung her tiny hands to my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, I was undone. On a growl I could no longer contain, I buried my cock into her balls deep.
Fuck me, she was so damn tight. I remembered she had always been tight, though then she had been young, virginal. But she was still so fucking tight. And now as an experienced man, I could truly appreciate what a goddamn gift that was. She had a pussy meant for a mighty king, and it was now going to be mine. She was mine.
Her tiny mewls and moans fueled me. I began to fuck her like I had been dreaming of so many nights for so many years. In and out, hard then soft, possessing every inch of her core. It seemed as if my cock doubled in size when her moans grew louder, and I could see an orgasm was nearing. Reaching down with one hand while I still pushed and pulled my dick inside her tiny hole, I played with her clit, heightening her pleasure so she could explode around me.
“Come for me,” I ordered, loving to tell my Cheri what to do. I loved how her eyes seemed to glass over and the way she bit her lip when I showed even the smallest bit of dominance. Her submissive nature, locked deep inside, wanted to emerge. I could see it, and I definitely could feel it.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes closed, her body tensed, and my Cheri let out the most beautiful cry. A cry that became my undoing. With a few more forceful thrusts, my balls ached, and I could no longer hold back. I came hard in what would soon become my wife as her pussy still pulsated around my cock.
We remained silent for several moments as we both gathered our breaths. I placed small kisses on her shoulder, wondering how long until she would be ready for round two. I was already growing hungry for her again. I wondered if my appetite would ever be satiated with Cheri in my life.
“I should probably get going,” she said as she tried to slide from underneath the weight of my body. “I know how news travels, and I would hate for my mother to find out I’m in New Orleans by someone else besides me. She still thinks I’m a hobo in Mexico.”
“Your mother is in Greece right now,” I informed as I rolled over to my side, still gripping her hips to prevent her from escaping. “There’s a gallery opening by another bored countess friend of hers. She should be there for a couple of days. But I’m sure she will dive into wedding planning the minute she returns.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. “You really want to get married.”
I smiled, leaned in, and kissed her forehead. Her disheveled hair gave her such an adorable appearance that a part of my heart melted for her. It was a welcome feeling to have something other than my dick controlling all the emotions of the night.
“That was the plan,” I said softly. “Is that really so bad?” I asked the question, but I knew the answer. She may be playing resistant, and she was definitely a flight risk, but I knew deep down there were feelings there. She wouldn’t have left Costa Rica and been in my bed unless she was open to the idea of following through with our ordained arrangement. She was programmed, just as I was, to fulfill her royal duty. You could escape many things in life, but escaping your destiny… one that had been planned out for you practically since birth, was not one of them.
“Settling down? Is that what you want? I can’t see you settling for anything. You don’t come across as someone who is all right with boring married life,” she said.
“Trust me, Cheri,” I began, not wanting to reveal all my dark secrets quite yet. “Nothing about what we are about to do will be boring.”
“All the grooming. The training on how to be a proper princess.” She sighed deeply. “Makes me want to poke my eyeballs out just thinking of it. I’m not the uptight, strait-laced woman needed for this role.”
“Again… trust me,” I said as I gave her a kiss to her forehead. “The training I will expect from my proper princess will be far from uptight and strait-laced.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, tilting her face so she could look into my eyes. “I feel like you are keepi
ng something from me.”
I smiled, enjoying the sparkle in her eyes and the pout of her lips. With the smell of sex still in the air, all I could do was squeeze her tight so I wouldn’t reveal everything right away.
“Baby steps. We can’t dive in all at once. We are just at the reuniting stage of this story. Let’s take a moment to enjoy it.”
“And where? Where are we supposed to have this luxurious wedding?” she continued, not wanting to take my suggestion. Obviously her mind was operating at a million miles a minute, not that I blamed her.
“In New Orleans,” I said without pause. “At The Audubon Manor where we spent so many of our vacations. We loved it there.”
“Why not France or London? Or doesn’t your father want it to be—”
“My father has no say in what I do or where I get married,” I interrupted a little too harshly. “I have no intentions of leaving New Orleans. They can come to us.”
“This all seems unreal,” she said softly.
“Everything about our lives is unreal, Cheri. You know this. Nothing has changed.”
Cheri yawned and snuggled into my body. “I’m really tired,” she said against my chest. I tightened my arm around her tiny frame and pulled her in closer. “I just need to sleep. I can’t take this all in right now.”
Kissing the top of her head, feeling a bit disappointed that I couldn’t ravish her body again before sleeping, I said, “Yes, sleep, love.” Positioning my body to also get some sleep, I smiled when I could already hear the deep breathing of her peaceful slumber.
5
Cheri
I was pretty sure I looked like a hooker sneaking out of the room with my heels in hand. It was in the middle of the night, but Spiked Roses was still in full swing. Without having Roman by my side, I completely felt out of place in this men’s membership only club and couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.
“Well lookee here,” a thick southern accented voice called from behind me. “I heard a little blonde banshee stormed in here confronting his royal majesty like she owned the joint. I figured it was you, but I needed to see it with my own eyes.”
I spun on my heels and rushed to my old friend, Tennessee Charles, to give him a hug. I would recognize his twang anywhere. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m the house mum,” he said as he straightened his tie that accentuated his purple velvet smoking jacket. “I keep this place in line.”
“You’re a madam?” I asked with a laugh. “How in the world did you get yourself hooked up with a place like this?”
“No judgy from you, sugar pop,” he said with a smile and a look of pride in his eyes. “This is a great gig. This is a high class joint run by even higher class people.”
“If you say so,” I countered, still wanting to get the hell out of there, especially before Roman woke up and found me missing. “Just not my scene.”
“Well it’s not Mexico.”
“Costa Rica.”
Tennessee took a step back and examined me from my bare feet to the top of my head. “Latin food and booze did you good, girl. You look all spicy, and from what I can see, our good prince had a hot taste.”
My face caught on fire. Nothing worse than the walk of shame, especially being caught by an old friend you hadn’t seen in years.
The color of my face must have been bright red because Tennessee said, “No reason to be shy. He’s your fiancé and all.”
“Not yet,” I corrected.
“But soon.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why is this just assumed by all?”
He shrugged. “Because it’s your destiny. It’s always been your destiny.”
“Yeah, well what if I don’t want it?”
“Sugar pop, you have a life most would dream of. Or you will. Hell, if I could marry his majesty and wear a tiara, I would. Stop your bitching.”
“You’ve always said that to me,” I said with a smile. “And I’ve always told you that you don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand? You get to be a princess. You get to marry a hot piece of royal meat, and you get to live the dream. I don’t see a down side.”
“Royal life. It’s dry and boring. Suffocating.”
Tennessee let out a loud guffaw. “Oh you have been gone for awhile. There is nothing boring about Prince Roman. Nothing at all.”
I looked around. “Because of this place? Am I supposed to want to marry him simply because he owns a club? That is supposed to fuel my bohemian soul?”
“Not just this place,” he said. “Though Spiked Roses does add flavor to the man.” He paused and studied my eyes for a few seconds. “You’ll see. You’ve been gone a long time, sugar pop. A lot has happened. That boy you played with as a child is now a man. A man who is in line to be a king. That royal path you think is so boring… it’s not. It truly is not.”
“What do you mean by that?”
He shook his head. “I’m not touching that, sugar pop. I know how to keep my tight little ass nice and safe.”
I chuckled. “What? Since I’ve been gone, Prince Roman became someone to be afraid of? Come on. Safe from what?”
“Not my circus, girl. You ask Prince Charming about his dark shadows. Not my story to tell.”
I rolled my eyes at Tennessee’s dramatics but decided to move on. “So how did you end up here? When I left for Costa Rica, you had found yourself a sugar daddy and were flying around the world.”
“Oh that was a few sugar daddies ago.” He stiffened his spine and lifted his chin. “And I decided it was high time I became some other person’s sugar daddy. It was my turn to earn my own money. And keeping the ladies here in line pays good. Pays better than pretending I found wrinkly balls sexy.”
I laughed as I instantly remembered how much I loved this eccentric, and brutally honest man. There were parts about my past that I definitely missed.
“Have you seen my mother lately?” I asked.
He nodded. “I saw her at a cocktail party about a month ago. She’s the same. The perfect, elegant butterfly who knows how to work a room. That woman is at every classy engagement in town. I wish to be her when I grow up—diamond bracelets and all.”
“Yeah,” I said, looking down at my feet. I wondered if anyone knew that it was Roman fronting her the money to be the socialite she was known as.
A loud crash of glasses shattering behind the bar caught Tennessee’s attention. “Well, duty calls. But, sugar pop, if you even dare start planning that wedding without me, I will never forgive you for it.”
I smiled warmly. “You can do it all. You can even be the bride.”
He leaned in and kissed me on each cheek. “I would make a mighty fine blushing bride if I do say so myself.”
Roman
* * *
My dick was hard, and I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet. Last night was only a small sampling of what I knew was to come, and that I would have Cheri like this—naked, begging, desperate for my touch for the rest of our lives. I would make damn sure of it. I knew she didn’t want the royal life married to me out of obligation, and there was a part of me that hated myself for forcing her to be part of a life she couldn’t stand and had escaped from. But I could not lose her again. She was my everything, and after last night, I knew without a doubt we would be together forever.
As I opened my eyes, I could see the sunlight peeking through the drawn curtains announcing it was time to start the day. I already knew Silas had a lot in store for us today to begin this pomp and circumstance.
But first, I needed to have Cheri wrapped around my cock.
Rolling over to sample the sweet taste of her essence again, I was stunned to find her side of the bed empty. Was I really surprised? This was Cheri. She ran. I knew this.
“Fuck!” I said out loud, not that anyone could hear me.
I hopped out of bed and walked over to where I had shed my pants the night before and quickly pulled them over my hips. Operating without coffee,
I tried to assess the situation. Where could she have gone? Why would she have left again without saying goodbye? Were the feelings going on between us only one-sided? Could I have been reading her all wrong?
The knock on the door had me releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Maybe Cheri had left to find some coffee for us. Bless the woman.
I walked over to the door and opened to Silas… not Cheri.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I walked back into the room with Silas close behind.
“I’ve been greeted many ways, sir, but that one is certainly a new one for me.”
I bent down, reached for my shirt, and pulled it over my head. “You weren’t who I was hoping to see on the other side of the door.
Silas glanced over my shoulder at the messy, yet empty bed and raised his eyebrows. “Where is Cheri?”
“Not here.” I sat on the edge of the bed and began putting on my shoes. I needed to get out of the room and try to track her down.
“Sir, we have a very busy schedule today. I have tipped off the paparazzi of where you will be at noon. You are to be sipping cocktails at Café Blue while cuddling and kissing Cheri!” Silas bent down, picked up my jacket off the floor, and attempted to shake out the wrinkles. “Today is when the rumors are to begin. And then there is tonight. They will be expecting you both.”
I looked up at the old advisor and glared. “I know, Silas. Don’t you think I know this?”
I’d fucking come on too strong and scared her away. Fuck.
“Do you not know where she is?” Worry replaced the annoyance on his face.
“I have no idea, but I’m hoping I can visit our old spots we loved to go to when we were young, and she’ll be at one of them.”
