Naughty Little Baker

Natalie POV

My lips still tingled from his kiss when he pulled away. Jello filled my bones, gazing up at my true love. At least we were in the same boat. Both of our faces were bright red now that everything was out in the open. I absolutely loved how the Great Trevor had butterflies in his tummy too.

Nervously fidgeting, he said, "Let's make my bratty sister her cookies. I'll talk with Princess Lydia later. She seems to enjoy spreading lies and stories, but still, I will be a true gentleman and apologize for leading her on. Then, I'll figure out what conspiracy is being plotted." Trevor's previous demeanor started shifting grim as he thought about all the traps and lies surrounding this castle.

"We'll." I corrected him. My inner knowledge about assassins may be useful once we're done with the royal family's important' task.' "Don't shut me out. I want to help you with your mission…In return, you can help me with mine now."

"Alright, but you can't die for real!" Trevor put a hand to my cheek while thinking over something. "I was going to say I need you like the sun, but that's not it. You're more like the rain; refreshing and cleansing to my very soul."

I grabbed his hand in my small one to stop myself from tackling him to the ground. Judging by the sly look on his face, he knew exactly what effect his words had. The idiot was smooth; I'd give him that.

Leading him around, we regathered all the needed ingredients. It became increasingly difficult to focus as I fought with the warm feeling spreading over my body. Trevor seemed to be having similar problems. His hand tightened around mine as more time elapsed. I could hear his heart beating nearly as crazily as my own. Curse the demon blood in me. How was I supposed to control my instincts if I could feel how much he was holding back too!

With all the ingredients laid out in front of us, I began instructing Trevor on how to mix a delicious dough. The concentration on his face was more attractive than any amount of bragging he had done during our previous interactions. This must have been a similar passion Trevor had for training and his work in the DSS.

I smiled and told him to rub some flour on his hands. It would make it easier to roll the cookies into a proper ball. Trevor clapped his hands together several times, seemingly fascinated by the white specks that fell from them.

Flour tickled across my nose. I sneezed with a loud, audible ACHOO all over Trevor's hand. Welp, today I clearly hadn't embarrassed myself enough. Why not add covering my true love's palm in spit to the list? Where was the blood-hungry assassin when you needed him?

A wicked grin had already spread across Trevor's cheeks akin to a hyena's. Instead of saying anything, he gathered more flour and flicked it onto my face. Once again, I sneezed, now registering what brought about my sudden sneezing fit. Angered, I took some flour myself and decorated the top of Trevor's head with it.

"Not my hair! I'll look like a ghost or an old man!!" He screamed in pure horror.

"Jokes on you! I like ghosts. They can't hear when I say something stupid. Or if they can, I'd never know! I'm free to be myself to them. Maybe I just wanna make you look like one, so I can talk more freely! Ya know then-"

Without warning, he wound a hand in my hair and pressed his lips to mine. I was at a loss for words when he broke the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes.

"You're her!"

I stared blankly back at him. "I'm who?"

"The sexy wet girl from the graveyard! My first crush and rejection! My Sweetness!"

"I didn't reject you back then!" I exclaimed. In fact, he was hanging onto every word he said. The day should have been the best of my life; rather than the worst.

He shook his head. "No, you did. I gave you my number and then went back to Squad Leader Tom. When we were informed of commotion at an abandoned house and ran off to investigate. I found my number stomped into the ground. Damn, how many times do I need to be told no by the same girl."

"I should have called you. That was the day I fell for my Mistress' and Shiuku's plot. The day she marked me."

Trevor hugged me tightly and spun me off the ground. My butt landed on the counter. "You didn't belong to Shiuku? That's wonderful! I'd hate to believe that bastard had who I plan to make mine."

"You…want me to be yours? Even with my… babbling?"

Another kiss. I swear the man couldn't leave my lips alone. "I love how passionate you get about what you're talking about! You'd be surprised how many people will listen to someone as ardent about a subject as you get. I bet you could move crowds in our cause! God knows I hate hiding how amazing an elemental I am."

Trevor was excited about something that could never happen. I'm not a public speaker. Reading how uncomfortable I was through my body language, Trevor changed tactics. "I don't like how you shield yourself from everyone. I want to break down your barrier…like you're doing for me."

"We all have our own masks. It's who or why we choose to unveil our real selves to that matters."

"Well, the real me is a master of revenge."

The next thing I knew, Trevor had scooped up more flour and tossed it all over my face. Puffing out my face in annoyance, I took the bag from him, flinging the rest of the contents at him. His tunic was completely coated. Sticking my tongue out at him, I smirked and drew lines in the white.

"You think you won?"

Seeing my confused expression, he showed me his hands. Flour was still all over them, but there wasn't enough for him to throw. I was safe, I ignorantly assumed. Trevor's hands rubbed on the sides of my face. Faking irritation, I pushed him back. Bad move.

His messy hands latched under my arms to stop his descent backward. His thumbs brushed near my chest. A small gasp left my parted lips before I could suppress it. Trevor lifted a smug eyebrow at me, his grin widening until I thought his face may crack.

Bringing his hands up to cup my chest, flour was smeared all over the top of my borrowed dress. He watched me closely while his hands ventured further down. My eyes closed, giving into wherever his hands chose to explore.

A hand kept at my breast, squeezing lightly. The other fell down between my legs and rubbed in a small circle. My entire body began heating up with every touch. The side of my face was fanned by his warm breath. A soft chuckle sent chills up my neck. It was deep and sinister. "Got ya." He retreated back a few steps to admire his handiwork. "You look like a real Casper-ette now."

Indeed he was right. I had been so distracted by his intrepid hands I hadn't noticed him using the rest of his body to wipe more on me. The dress had flour speckled all over, but no one would miss where the prince's focus had been. Both my boobs and cleavage had a thicker layer than the rest of me. I didn't need to glance down to know where else had more…attention.

He started sliding his hands under my cleavage. "Sorry, Sweetness, let me get that off."

The top of my dress was yanked down, giving Trevor easier access to my chest. He found and pinched one of my nipples. While his fingers twisted it harshly, his other hand led mine down under his pants to his manhood. I moaned, feeling his bulge grow under my fingers as his lips captured mine again.

The idea of losing my virginity on this very counter occurred in my head, but when Trevor entangled his tongue with mine, I no longer cared. Denying what my body craved so badly became unthinkable. I yearned to give in to the feelings he aroused in my body. To forget everything else outside the kitchen and just be his. Fully; finally.

His lips left mine and latched onto my aching nipple. Sucking it in, he rolled his tongue around the pink nub. "Oh…Ow!" Trevor bit down on my tormented tip and plucked the other. The sting from his teeth had me panting.

Unsure of what to do, I curled my fingers around his hard length, stroking him gently. A low husky groan escaped his lips, encouraging me to continue. "I wonder how those luscious sweet lips would feel wrapped around my hard cock." His dirty words made it impossible to resist him. All I wanted was to pleasure him to the brink of madness as he was to me. "My naughty girl likes the idea. Bet you're real wet down there." His free hand brushed down my abdomen, nearing my spread legs.

"Trevor! God, please!" whimpering, I arched my hips at him, pleading for him to touch me like last night. I moved my hand up and down his rigid member. Clear liquid rolled down his throbbing length as I jerked him desperately.

"Are you trying to persuade me into playing with this little pussy?" His lips curled cruelly. "Not yet. I'm not done with my work up here yet."

His teeth scraped over the sensitive tip before starting a pattern. The faster I stroked him, the harder he sucked. Every tug of lips and nip from his teeth brought me close to my peak. I was ready to beg. No words would come out. All I could do was moan and squirm under his touch.

"So sweet…" He cooed from my breasts. His tongue licked up a path up to the hollow of my neck.

I was close to ripping my clothes off and start grinding against his body. Anything to feel him where I ached the most.

My hand glided from the tip of his cock to the base until I heard him hissing from pleasure. Excitement flooded me hearing him start to come undone. I rubbed him rapidly, my hand slick from his pre-cum. "Fuck baby!"

Ignoring him, I bit and sucked at his neck. I couldn't stop myself. My thumb swiped at the weeping head of his cock. "Good girl." he groaned. I started pumping my hand up and down his slick length faster. Knowing I was pleasing him sent thrills down to my soaked pussy.

Trevor grabbed and twisted both my nipples harshly. I yelped and bit harder on his neck. Being aware I would leave a hickey behind made me all the more excited.

*He's mine. My love!*

Refusing to think twice, I slid off the counter and got down on my knees. Trevor's eyes darkened with lust as I yanked down his pants. I hesitated for a split second, seeing how large he was and knowing he wanted to put that in me. "What are you doing? He asked in a raspy voice. "You don't have to-"

"Apologizing for hurting you all these years," I murmured softly and pressed his heavy cock between my breasts.

I squeezed them over his pulsating shaft teasingly. More liquid started dripping from the tip, rolling onto my chest. After licking my lips, I brought my mouth down to the crown of his manhood. I swirled my tongue over his engorged head until he was hissing in pleasure.

"Naughty little baker." Trevor fisted my hair painfully, adding to the aching between my legs. I pressed my knees together, needing some friction. Anything to bring me over the edge. Trevor rocked his hips back and forth, his control slipping like my own. "Yes! It feels so good, baby. So soft."

Trevor seized my hands and placed them down towards my pussy. "I'm not gonna last; make yourself feel good, love." Squeezing my breasts in his palms, he aggressively thrust himself between them. "Put your hand in your panties and rub while I fuck your tits. Keep moving that tongue around me. Yes, Natalie, that's it! I love it."

I did as he ordered and played with my wet slit while Trevor ground himself between my globes. He was pumping himself wildly when I screamed out my release around the tip of his cock. His grip got stronger the closer he got, leaving marks on my skin.

"Fuck!" He roared, bucking his hips violently at me. Right as he pulled back, his seed shot onto my chest.

"Damn, that was… you're amazing." Trevor kissed the top of my head. "I love you so much, Natalie."

Hearing him say my name so tenderly and full of affection did me in. "I'm sorry it took me so long that I trusted a torture happy demon instead of... I mean, ya know… I love you too, Trevor." Did I have to sound so awkward?!

I was still readjusting my dress when I noticed the cocky gleam in Trevor's eyes. Proudly and boldly, he declared, "I truly am the greatest! I got my Cupcake to say more than 5 words to me and got my Sweetness, who rejected me ten years ago, to confess her love for me! And tonight, I'm going to make her completely mine."

All I could do was nod shyly at my true love. Some things don't change with time and the right people; I was overjoyed to see that.

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After cleaning ourselves up, we took out the first batch of cookies and put Aileen's in the oven. With the time we had waiting for the Queen's to cool, we sat on the ground curled into each other's arms, saying nothing. Both of us knew the moment our job was done here, we had reality to confront, a murderous assassin, and a conspiracy to unravel. At least neither of us were facing it alone. Content, I let my head rest on his shoulders.

It was a real shame the rest of the world abruptly caught up with us.

"My Prince! What is the meaning of this." Someone boomed at the entrance of the kitchen.

He was a fat old man wearing Princess Lydia's royal family crest. The man had a white beard and chubby red cheeks reminding me of Santa, without the Holly Jolly grin. But what really drew my attention and guard up was the evil glint he failed to smother in his beady eyes.

Reluctantly, Trevor turned toward the other man. "Royal Advisor Recarad of Krennan, this best be important."