Wicked Wednesday 313 – Sexual Confidence

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I walked up to the well dressed man in the perfectly fitted suit and smiled at him. He tipped his drink in my direction. “Hello there.” I felt completely out of my league here, but I knew the only way to find out if he might be interested was to try it. I refused to be the underdog who magically changed and got the guy. Instead I just let myself ooze a confidence that I didn’t always feel. I knew I wasn’t the usual picture of desire than many people thought they wanted, but ninety percent of the time, it worked and I got my guy or girl. He smiled and spoke, his voice deeper than I had anticipated. “Hi yourself.”

Taking a sip of my bourbon I smiled and opted for something cheesy and silly, hoping to make him laugh. “So what’s guy like you doing in a place like this?” as I gestured around the quiet, slightly seedy bar that was filled with a number of people having after work drinks, most of them dressed far more casually than either he or I. “I could ask you the same question.” “Nope. You first.”

“Well, I’m just in town for the weekend and this was the bar that an old friend and I used to spend our days at in college. I was hoping we could meet up again, but I’ve been stiffed it seems.” He laughed, shaking his head, “Probably because he found himself a hot guy to spend the night with instead.” I immediately wondered if I had misjudged my target, but I didn’t think so. “Now, why are you here Miss?” I blushed slightly and offered him a perfectly manicured hand (part of the confidence was looking the part you know), “Andrea. And this is my usual place to stop. It’s close to home and has one of the best whiskey collections in the city.” Another sip of my drink and another smile. “I didn’t get your name.” “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Peter.” He grinned apologetically at me and signaled the bartender. “Another for me and another for the pretty lady here.” I finished my first drink just as the second arrived and I grinned cheekily at him. “So, what shall we drink to?” “Hmmm, I’ll drink to a gorgeous, curvy brunette with a sense of curiosity.” And he raised his glass as I giggled softly, “Well then I’ll drink to the cute blonde guy in the suit.” I raised my glass as well and we drank, both savoring the taste of our respective drinks.

We spent the evening flirting first subtly and not so subtly and after our fourth drink we both decided enough was enough. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I was direct and perhaps a little forward, leaning into him almost aggressively. He agreed, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. It was a simple gesture, but erotically charged after our flirting and I smiled. I expected him to be killer in bed and I hoped he could keep up with me.

We arrived at my small apartment laughing and talking about nothing important and as I shut the door and turned I found him right there. “I want to kiss you, Andrea.” I leaned against the front door and gave him a naughty grin. “And I want to do all manner of unspeakable things to you Peter. So I think it is safe for you to kiss me.” He leaned in and my lips met his, warm and soft, as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. Even though I am not what one would call skinny he was physically larger than I was, although not imposing and he soon had me trapped against the door as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

He lifted my body against his and I was momentarily startled by his strength. Very few men would even try to pick me up like this. I found my legs wrapped around his waist, my skirt riding up my plump thighs to reveal the tops of my stockings. He pulled me closer and trailed kisses down my neck before murmuring in my ear, “Bedroom?” “Down the hallway, all the way to the back. And he carried me there, his hands kneading at my ass. “God, I want you.” He let me down, steadying me as I got my balance on my heels before I stripped to a matching purple satin bra and panty set. My plus size body was fully revealed to him and he smiled wolfishly, eating me up with his eyes before kissing me again, hungrily, needily. It didn’t take long before we were nude and in my bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. He wasn’t a perfect specimen, but his furry chest was warm against me and I reveled in the feel of his body. I could feel his cock and I reached down to stroke it taking pleasure in the look on his face when I did. “Don’t do that,” he rumbled, “or else you’ll have me popping like a teenage boy again. And I want to feel your pussy around me.” I gave a final squeeze and tossed him a condom from the bedside table.

I watched as he sheathed a thick, veiny cock and then pushed him back against the pile of pillows we had built up. Straddling him freely, my breasts and belly bounced as a rocked my hips against him, letting him fill (and feel!) me up. My hands rested on his shoulders as I rode him and his found my breasts, cupping them in his hands, letting the excess over flow. His head lowered to my nipples making me moan as he found out for himself just how sensitive they are. I moved fast, my breathing uneven and ragged as he teased me while I bounced on his cock.

Without warming he grunted and thrust himself against me and I could feel his twitching cock, which set off an orgasm of my own as I ground myself into him murmuring his name over and over. He held me close against him, unwilling to relinquish me quite so easily.

I smiled to myself, thinking how boring my night could’ve been had I not been willing to put myself out there and approach a complete stranger in a bar. It was all about being confident, something more people could stand to learn. I rested my head on Peter’s shoulder and kissed his neck. We might only share tonight, but I was going to make it a memorable one.

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KOTW – Accents, Languages, Voices – (That Sexy Growl)

He tilted my head back, looked at me, then leaned over so I could hear him speak.”Strip for me.” The powerful voice with that slight edge of a growl did funny things to my cunt, but I immediately started removing clothing, not caring if it was sexy or not. He just wanted me naked. The moment my panties hit the floor he had me bent over the bed spanking my ass with one hand while pinning me with the other. “Count.” And I counted as though my life depended on it because in that moment, to me, it did.

I knew logically he’d never purposefully injure me in any way, but right then having my ass reddened while he growled filthy things at me, told me I was a slut, his slut, and that he would beat my pretty ass into submission was a perfect storm for me to be wet and ready when he slid two fingers into my cunt. “Ohhh, dirty girl aren’t you?” I nodded my agreement while arching my body against him. “Please…” My voice was a soft whine of neediness.

His fingers were gone in an instant and shoved into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hard, tasting myself and moaning. My ass was on fire, my cunt was throbbing and he just kept up with that sexy, sexy growl of his, giving orders and driving me closer to that edge. Finally, when he thought I was ready his voice changed to a soft whisper that somehow still growled. “Come for me before I fuck you.”

And I did. And he fucked me. And when it was all over the sleepy growl was an “I love you,” as he pulled me close, caressing my skin.

 

Wicked Wednesday 312 – (Jacqui’s Lessons Continue)

After a short rest and more wine all around the men seemed ready to move forward with Jacqui. Her nervousness had mostly dissipated between the wine and the orgasm, but she was a little afraid that what was to come next would hurt and she voiced her concerns. The tall man gave a her kiss. “It will hurt a little, but I’ll be gentle, Doll. We don’t want to hurt you, just have some fun. You are having fun aren’t you?” Jacqui gave a shy smiled and nodded her head, “Oh yes. What you did earlier…with your mouth, that was lots of fun.” And she gave a tiny giggle.

All the men smiled at the sound and each gave her a kiss, all of them sensual and passionate, but the quiet one, his was the best. “Now then. A little vocabulary lesson, Doll. No doubt you’ve heard whispers of love making and other euphemisms for the sexual act, but tonight my dear, we are going to fuck you.” Jacqui’s cheeks flashed a bright scarlet and the men chuckled. “Come on Doll, it’s just a word, albeit one I doubt your family would approve of you knowing. Tell us what’s going to happen next.” “You’re going to…to, to fuck me.” She forced the word out, foreign as it was and then repeated herself more surely, more calmly. “Good. Now come here.”

Jacqui got up and sauntered over to the tall man, who was standing furthest from her and with a naughty grin only he could see, she added a little more sway to her step, offering a tantalizing view of her pert backside. When she got near to him he reached for her cupping her peach sized breasts in his hands and squeezing gently. He plucked at her nipples again and she felt that same electric jolt as before. “I like that,” she admitted to him, so he did it a second then a third time and watched her body shudder with pleasure. The other two men, both smiled at her response to being touch as well and smiled when their cohort led her to the couch where she’d been seated, bending her over the back of it. “Are you ready, Doll?” “Y-yes.” He nodded and she heard him undressing behind her. Her face became fearful once more and that’s when the other two men stepped forward, one to kiss her gently and the other to play with those lovely, sensitive nipples. Jacqui relaxed again and then felt fingers exploring her body. Just a single digit slipped inside, filling her and the feeling was so different from anything she’d ever felt before she didn’t know what to do. Her muscles clenched and flexed and the man crooned his approval. “Sure you’re ready?” Jacqui nodded, unable to speak and felt something brush against her there. Then a pushing sensation followed by a stretch that left her gasping for air. “Doll? You alright?” She nodded again her hands reaching into empty air, finding the hands of her other two lovers and gripping them tightly. “It’s so much…” “I know, but you can do it. You’re doing good.” And another deeper stretch and a sharp stab of pain that took her by surprise even though she’d known to expect it.

“There. The hard part is over. Now try to relax.” Jacqui took a deep breath and willed her body to relax as much as she could and felt a slow retreat from her body, before there was another push forward. She suddenly became almost giddy with excitement. She was being fucked. Gently, of course, but all the same it was happening. Instinctively she tilted her hips for a better angle and was rewarded by strong hands gripping her hips tightly as the man began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of her while she clung to the other two who by the time has begun playing with her breasts and nipples with their free hands. Jacqui moaned; everything felt so good. It got better when the man fucking her loosed one hand from her hip and reached around to find her nub and began to rub it in slow tantalizing circles. Her hips bucked and she began to thrust her body against his as the two men holding her hands smiled and nodded with appreciation. Flasher spoke while brushing a strand of hair from her face, “That’s it Doll. Do what feels good.”

What felt good right now was everything and Jacqui was quickly losing herself in the sensations she felt. Suddenly she froze mid-thrust and cried out as she had her second orgasm rolled through her body, causing her to tense and flex her muscles. He never stopped fucking her. “Do you want another cock Doll?” Jacqui’s eyes flew open and she watched Flasher step in front of her, offering himself to her. She stretched forward a little and took him in her mouth. The feeling of having two holes filled at once was enough to make her come again and she felt her own juices trickle down her leg. She knew she should feel guilty, shouldn’t be doing this, but oh how could something that felt so good be wrong?

The two men quickly found a rhythm, sharing her between them and Jacqui could do little more than moan and hang on for the ride. She was stretched and filled and treated exactly like what they had been calling her all evening, a doll. And she loved it. She wondered if she could have another orgasm and she focused on that pounding feeling in her body, the push and pull of the two men. The sudden thought that she might not ever have this again threw her for a moment, but then made her resolve to relish it all the more. And she sucked and licked and squirmed and was well and truly being dominated by the two men and loved it. That heady rush hit her again and she felt herself floating away on another orgasm, her third she thought and wondered why this was such a taboo topic and thing to do. As her cunt clenched around the man fucking her he gave a soft growl and thrust into her hard just before she felt a hot warmth drenching her insides. It made her twitch and then gasp as she realized what it was. She sucked harder at the cock in her mouth as the one in her cunt retreated; she wanted to taste it again. She wanted to feel it again too and was sincerely hoping that the quiet one would fuck her, but he seemed content to watch and stroke himself while the tall man poured himself a glass of wine. Jacqui sucked hard at the crown of Flasher’s cock and that was his undoing; he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, coming hard as he had before. She swallowed greedily and pouted a bit when he pulled away. On unsteady legs she made her way to the front of the couch and sat down, to take it all in. “More wine before we go, Doll?”

 

Wicked Wednesday 310 – (The Show Begins)

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Ashby opened the door for the her, “Here you are Miss,” as Jacqui swept into the room, her silken skirts rustling softly in the silence. “The show will begin soon.” And with a bow he left her there alone to find a seat and wait nervously for what she was sure would be both frightening and entertaining. There were refreshments on the low table in front of her and she poured a tiny glass of wine, wondering if she was to be the only observer this night. She hoped she would be so that her embarrassment and inexperience might not be paraded before anyone she might possibly know.

Quickly, her hopes of being alone were dashed as the door opened behind her and much to her dismay it was a group of three young men, who all seemed quite confident and eager for things to begin. They settled themselves quietly, barely sparing Jacqui a glance and talking amongst themselves. “Good,” she thought, “perhaps they will let me be.”

But as she watched the stage reveal itself before her she could sense that she was being watched and she noticed all three of them were staring at her, as if waiting for something. She smiled and nodded politely at them, trying to pretend everything was all quite normal, before returning her gaze to the stage, wondering if they could see the furious blush on her face. Her benefactor had told her these were not generally mixed sex affairs and here she was alone with three strange men about to watch a show of decadence and debauchery. A frisson of fear tingled along her spine and she straightened herself in her seat, took a sip of wine, and stared straight ahead. This was supposed to be a thrilling thing, only she was so nervous.

The lights came up and there was a couple on the stage, locked in a lover’s embrace. A spotlight shone upon them and illuminated every curve and bend of their bodies, the way his strong arms cradled her and the way she clung tightly to him. Jacqui was moved by this alone and her curiosity began to remove some of her fear. As she became more absorbed in what was happening below, she did not notice that the men were moving to surround her. She watched only as the couple moved from a simple embrace to something more intimate, much more foreign to her and she gasped as she watched the salaciousness unfold on the stage. It was a short performance, one that left her strangely wanting something, but she didn’t know exactly what.

Another couple appeared; this time they were both female and that was enough to make her look away, blushing again. That’s when she noticed the young men had moved and she froze. They were entirely too close for propriety’s sake and she was going to tell them so. Before she could open her mouth she felt a hand grasping her arm firmly. “Hey, Doll, why don’t we make our own show?” Jacqui was outraged and pulled away her voice nearing a shriek, “No!” She was simply supposed to watch and learn, without being part of the show. As soon as she cried out he let her go and she withdrew into herself, focused on the stage below and ignoring them as best she could. A soft voice whispered in her ear. “Let us know if you change your mind, Doll.” Jacqui shook it off and despite her embarrassment and shame at being touched so, she realized that the feeling she was having was that of lust. Lust was sinful and she knew that only married couples did the thing she was supposed to be watching. But two women couldn’t marry so why was she seeing this? And why did it intrigue her so? The sex soaked tableau came to an end and a third group took the stage. Two men this time with a woman.

And the things they did to her! Jacqui could hardly believe her eyes and before too long she was unwittingly squirming in her seat. She could feel a dampness between her thighs that she’d never felt before and wondered what it was, what these new feelings of lust meant. Was she a wanton at heart and had never known it? Would she fall prey to her own desires? Or to the men around her? That last thought made her head spin a little and she poured herself another glass of wine, fairly gulping it down this time, hoping to calm herself.

One of the men drew her attention and she turned gasping as she saw that his…his member was out and erect and he spoke to her. “Sure you don’t wanna play? It seems from your movements you just might want a little something.” And he rubbed himself while flashing her a devilish grin. Jacqui’s eyes closed and she took deep breaths inhaling the maleness that surrounded her, plus catching a faint whiff of her own scent. She assumed if she knew then so did these strange men. Would they take her like she’d watched the woman on stage being taken? Was it wrong to want them to?

Her puzzlement was immediately noticed and the first man spoke again. “We can show you what it is really like Doll. That way you won’t go home tonight and just lie awake in bed imagining.” She glanced around at the men once more, noticing the bulges in their pants, except for the flasher that is. She was curious, she had to admit. But good girls didn’t do this sort of thing. Jacqui closed her eyes, trying to resist her baser urges but when she opened them to see a woman getting pounded mercilessly by one man while she sucked off another it was too much. She stood and looked at each of them in turn. “My name is Jacqui. Now what would you gentlemen like to show me?”

They shared smiles and moved closer, the tallest of the bunch moving behind her to undo the buttons running down her back. Quickly she was bared to her corset and stockings and she fought the urge to cover herself. She had made up her mind and she wasn’t going to back down now, not with the way the men were looking at her, as though she were something delicious to eat. And her skin turned pink as she flashed back to an earlier scene of a man with his face nestled between his partner’s thighs. Would they do that to her? Would she have pleasure at their hands?

 

Kink of the Week -Doggy Style – (Rough Games)

He jerked her body back against his, pinning her to him as he mauled her tits with rough hands. He would not be gentle. Not this time. Her nipples were pinched until she cried out half in pleasure, half in pain and he gave a satisfied smile at the sound. His lips met the back of her neck tenderly, before one hand seized her by her long red hair and yanked her head back and baring her throat and shoulder to him. There he kissed and bit, while he idly rolled her left nipple back and forth between his fingers. He pinched down again, waiting for that delicious cry he loved so much.

She felt herself being shoved towards the bed and her body bent over by her hair. Nails raked down her back, little trails of fire that made her writhe and squirm. Fingers dug into her fleshy ass before trailing down to find her dripping slit. “Of course you’d be wet for me, you fucking slut. You like it when I’m rough don’t you?” “You know I do. I like it when you leave marks and bruises and fuck me with that fat cock until I scream. Will you fuck me like that tonight?” Her voice was slightly breathless in anticipation where his had been gruff and hard. All in the spirit of the game they played.

“Get up on the bed. Now.” When she didn’t move fast enough, several smacks were delivered to her ass. “I said move!” And she scrambled quickly all the way onto the bed. In her haste to get where she was told she managed to tangle herself into a heap that left her face down, ass up, and pussy on display. He slid two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out. They could both hear her wetness and feel how her pussy seemed to suck at his fingers, wanting to keep them there. He stroked his cock slowly while he fingered her, just waiting until he knew she was good and close. And he stopped, withdrew his fingers, wiped her wetness against the back of her thigh and before she had a chance to complain he was driving his cock into her.

A deep moan escaped her lips and she braced her body against the bed as his hands dug cruelly into her hips pushing and pulling her along his cock. She managed to reach an arm beneath her body and furiously rubbed at her clit while her fucked her. The moaning and cries of passion grew louder and louder and soon he was shoving her face into bed bed to muffle her noises. It was all she could do to breath and she turned her head halfway hoping to get more air. He held onto the back of her neck, but loosened his grip a bit as he continued to pound into her. Her legs shook and suddenly she bit her tongue to avoid crying out as she gushed her wetness all over his cock. He grinned triumphantly and stopped long enough to pet her hair gently. “Good slut. I want you to do that again.”

And the hard, fast fucking resumed, their bodies slapping together as they met in a frantic rhythm, pushing higher and higher, asking for more and giving the most possible. This time when she orgasmed she did cry out and he groaned in response at the feeling of her body wrapped around him. He fucked her through it never giving her the chance to catch her breath and left her twitching against him. His hands had returned to her hips and he fucked her hard, his own orgasm imminent. When he did finally come in a heady rush of feeling she moaned again, feeling him inside her and another small orgasm shook her body beneath him. She collapsed against the bed as he pulled away and after a quick clean up they settled in for a cuddle. “I love you. Even if you are a dirty slut.” She giggled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

Wicked Wednesday – 306 – Travel (A Princess’ Guide to Relaxing)

The next morning, Adrienne’s father was practically beating down her door because of a diplomatic incident that needed resolved immediately. She assured him she would handle the matter and was quickly dressed and packed in a matter of minutes. Gordon ducked out of her rooms and ran home to gather his own kit and within the hour the pair were underway to their destination.

Their flight was uneventful, save some turbulence and the pair happily chattered away like a pair of magpies. There was a car waiting as soon as Adrienne and Gordon stepped off the plane that would take them directly to a meeting with the local consulate, before meeting with more senior officials the next morning. Adrienne was thoroughly briefed on the details and she frowned thoughtfully as she began to ask pointed questions, trying to figure out where thing had gone wrong. She was confident in her ability to smooth out any rough edges without there being any sanctions imposed or other political fallout. And over the next few days she did.

But her nights, those belonged to Gordon. They laughed, they loved, they fucked like rabbits. One evening after a particularly stressful day they returned to the hotel and Gordon immediately drew a hot bath and shooed Adrienne off for a good long soak. She pinned her hair up and just relaxed trying to let the stress of the day slip away. She heard a knock at the door and figured it must be room service with supper. She got out of the tub and slipped into a terrycloth robe before stepping out of the bathroom. She walked into an enchanted space fulls of golden flames and soft music with a rather handsome man pulling out a chair for her sit and dine with him. They ate slowly enjoying the food, each other, and the wine; after the meal was done Gordon stood and pulled Adrienne into the bedroom.

He slipped the terrycloth from her body and motioned for her to lay down on the bed face down. She stretched out on the bed, noting her body’s relief at being able to just relax. She settled into the bed, smiling as she felt Gordon’s weight beside her. He drizzled warm almond oil across her skin, making her jump a tiny bit and then commenced giving her a gentle, but highly erotic massage. He touched her everywhere, teasing her skin, taking time to pay special attention to her gorgeous ass. It stirred something within Adrienne and she moaned softly in delight. Gordon’s fingers trailed down between her slightly spread legs, only making her moan louder as her caressed her ever so lightly. He wiped the excess oil from her skin and directed her to turn over so her could do her front. She happily obliged and Gordon began to massage her arms working his way to her hands then moving across her hips and down to her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his thumbs against her inner thighs, wanting more of his touch. Gradually as he worked his way along her skin, loosening all the muscles and helping her relax he became bolder and began to tease at her breasts and nipples or run a finger across her clit. This massage thing was quite enjoyable. Adrienne stretched her lithe body under Gordon’s hands and he smiled at the sight. She caught him and spoke, “What’s the smile for?” “Because I want to see you like that all the time.”

She grinned and blew him a kiss. He laughed, wiped the excess oil from them both, and leaned into her for the kiss he really wanted. Suddenly where there had been a spark was a flame and they were wrapped up in one another. Gordon pinned her to the bed effortlessly and kissed and bit lightly at her skin, never enough to leave more than the faintest of red marks that would quickly fade (the real marks were always hidden) and with a final sweet kiss began to work his way down her body pinching at her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out out, and then kissing the pain away before he would bite down, harder this time, leaving slightly more noticeable marks. And Adrienne writhed beneath him her mind and body begging for more. She arched her hips against him grinding against the thigh he was using to hold her lower body still and moaned. Gordon’s head dipped to suck more gently at her nipples and she moved harder and faster against him. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Now Princess.” Adrienne’s head whipped from side to side on the bed as she shuddered beneath him. “Good girl. I like how you taste after you’ve come for me.”

And his face was between her legs, spreading them further so he could enjoy the pretty pussy that was his. He tasted and sucked and licked and reveled in her body. Here, where they couldn’t be seen he left the marks he wanted to, dotting her inner thighs with teeth marks and small bruises that would remind her she was his, not that she needed any reminding. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and pull her closer at the same time. She moaned at the feeling of simply being pulled closer to him and her hips bucked impatiently. Gordon stopped. He looked up at her and growled, “Patience Princess, patience,” and resumed feasting on her body. Even with his grip her movements quickly became erratic and more forceful and finally he he gave in to her desire. She came on his face not bothering to muffle her cries, but trying to settle her movements before she busted his nose. He gave one last, long lingering lick of her pussy before he sat up licking his lips and grinning at her. “Kitten, if you can’t be still I’m going to have to tie you down.”

“But now I’m going to fuck you.” His grin became almost predatory as he flipped her legs up to his shoulders and his cock filled her up, finding a home in her hot little cunt. Adrienne swore and Gordon smacked her thigh for it. She gave him a cheeky grin, lifted her hips to meet his and swore again because it felt so good. He smacked the other thigh and drove his cock deeper. With strong hands grasping her by the hips, his fingertips digging in, he fucked her slowly, lazily almost smiling as she twisted beneath him and began to beg him to fuck her harder. “Come for me again and I will.”

Her eyes widened and she began to tremble as she stroked her clit in time to his thrusting, arching to meet him until finally her body reached its boiling point and she exploded in another orgasm. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast, watching her pinch a nipple with her free hand and the sight of her overwhelmed him. His own orgasm hit and she let her legs fall to either side of him, both of them spent.

This is a multi-part series. It starts here and follows through subsequent Wicked Wednesday posts to current.

 

Wicked Wednesday – 305 – (A Choice and a Decision)

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Adrienne seemed to have a knack for handling diplomatic incidents and she became her father’s go to person for flying out to have talks or handle other matters. Gordon was always her companion on these trips and they reveled in the time they spent together once the work of the day was done. But both were too afraid to take that next step, one that would alter the course of their relationship forever. So things hung in limbo while every night of the trips they took Gordon fucked his Princess, his Kitten until she couldn’t take anymore. Yet she tried anyway. She wanted everything he could give her even if it was only this time, stolen from the rest of the world. Neither of them knew that one day soon, they’d be forced to tell it all.

One day she passed Gordon in the hall and discreetly slipped him a note. “My rooms. After your shift ends. We need to talk.” He crumpled the note in his hand and stuffed it into a pocket, wondering what was so urgent that she was actively seeking him out within these walls. Gordon knew he’d find out soon enough, but it didn’t stop his mind from racing the rest of the day, wondering just what they needed to talk about. He was terrified she was going to tell him things were over.

After checking the already empty hallways Gordon slipped almost soundlessly into the sitting room of Adrienne’s suite and sat down to wait for her. A few moments later she walked out of the bedroom wearing a terrycloth robe with her hair wrapped in a towel and placed both hands over her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. Gordon grinned at her and walked over to speak quietly, “You should be more aware Princess. It might save you someday.” And he kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled against his lips and pulled him further inside, into the bedroom where they were less likely to be overheard. She unwound her towel and began to comb out her hair. Gordon nudged her to sit in front of the mirror she was using and took the comb from her. She relaxed into him and loosened her robe so her could see her nude reflection in the mirror. He smiled at her, “Such a pretty Kitten,” and smoothing her damp hair back he quickly plaited it together wrapping an elastic around the end.

All the while Adrienne had been stroking the front of her body, playing with her breasts and nipples, letting him see her legs fall apart just a bit, to catch a glimpse of the wetness there. He leaned over her and replaced her hands with his own, trailing kisses down her neck as he rubbed her pebbled nipples between his fingers. “Mmmm, yes.” Adrienne fell into his touch and he pulled her to her feet, sliding the robe from her shoulders, baring her body to him. “No spankings tonight Princess. But I have plans for you. You’ll be good won’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” He spun her around for a kiss and held onto her for a long moment cherishing this time in case whatever she had to say was bad news. “First, you told me that me we needed to talk Princess. What’s going on?”

Adrienne sighed softly, “Dad is pressuring me to try and start finding someone I want to settle down with and…well…I don’t know if he’ll like it and I don’t know what you’ll think, but, (Gordon was bracing himself for bad news as her voice got smaller and smaller with each word) I don’t know what he’d think about us.” The last bit came out so rushed and quiet that Gordon barely heard her and frowned. “What do you mean, Princess? There can’t be an us. We both went into things knowing this.” “No! I refuse to believe that. Can you honestly say that you don’t feel the same way I do? Or would you be lying to yourself?” She stared him down, tears sparkling in her eyes. “Tell me the truth Gordon. Do you love me?”

He looked down at her, his own eyes shining with tears. “I do, but…” “But nothing. If my father doesn’t like it I’ll leave again and you’re welcome to come with me. Or you can walk away now. It’s your choice and if you really want to go you can, I won’t stop you.” The tears overflowed finally and she just let them fall, staring at him with a fierce resolve, even through her tears.

Gordon let her go and paced around the room. “Fuck, Adrienne, you have to know I love you, but we’re from two different worlds. You’re heiress to a kingdom! I’m just a glorified security guard.” He heaved a sigh and came to stop in front of her, his emotions bubbling over as well. “All I want to do is hold you and love you until our problems go away.” “I’ll take that Mr. Abbot, but you’d better not let go.” They shared another embrace and he swung her up into his arms carrying her to bed, just as he had done the first time.

Adrienne kissed Gordon softly, a promise of more to come and snuggled against him. They lay there together for a short while just enjoying the feel of one another before the flame of their passion engulfed them both. Shared kisses became feverish and hot, she nipped at his bottom lip gently, then kissed it better. His hands roamed her body tracing all the curves that he knew so well. Gordon’s head dipped down to kiss the valley between Adrienne’s breasts, “Mmmm more please. I want to feel you lips all over.” Gordon continued his kisses and also began to nibble and suck in different places making her giggle and squirm beneath him. He planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, inhaling her scent, “I need you Adrienne.” “I need you too…please.” Gordon planted another quick kiss against her leg and slid up the bed where Adrienne grabbed his shoulders and pushed as she herself moved up on the bed. Gordon ended up flat on his back laughing at her insistence until she silenced him by sliding her body onto his cock.

His hips thrust upward as hers shifted and they both moaned at the sensation. Never one to be passive Gordon grabbed her hips hard enough to leave marks and held onto her as they moved together. It took no time at all before Adrienne gasped and he felt her orgasm roll through her body. His hips kept moving and her orgasm didn’t stop, just tipped into the next and the one after that. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out and the look on her face was too much. Gordon thrust once more before he came, holding her still against his body, letting her feel ever twitch and movement inside of her. After a long night of loving the pair fell asleep tangling in each other again. Morning and a hard conversation would come soon enough.