Chapter Twenty-one

He hasn't looked at me since we started eating and knowing he is upset with me makes it hard to stomach any food despite its pleasing scent and taste.

"Is the food not to your liking?" He asks without looking at me, his attention is focused on the steak he is currently cutting up in a way that lets me know he's intentionally ignoring me.

I shift my very exposed derriere on the bed; the back of the shorts had since ridden up and disappeared. "I'm not particularly hungry," I reply quietly; the omelet I've been tossing around looks unappetizing in the face of his passive anger.

He hums and forks a rather huge piece of steak into his mouth. I let out a dejected sigh as he goes back to ignoring me.

The only sounds in the room are his quiet chewing and my utensils clanging against each other. A fork with a small piece of chicken on it appears in front of my face, making me look up in mild surprise.

His hand is paused in midair and nudges the fork against my lips, smearing some of the sauce on it. I part my lips and he wastes no time in putting it in my mouth.

He continues to do this until the chicken is finished, eating his own steak in intervals and then he moves on to the abused omelet in front of me.

Halfway through our meal, he motions towards his mouth and twiddles his thumb to the side of his lips. I watch his display for a few seconds before tilting my head in confusion.

He suddenly leans forward and uses his thumb to swipe at the side of my lips. It comes away with tomato sauce and he slowly licks it off; the movement of his tongue makes me gulp and unconsciously lick my lips.

The corner of his lips lifts up in a smirk that has me blushing and I return my eyes to the plate in front of me.

Once most of the plates are empty, he uses a napkin to dab at the sides of my lips. I sneak a look at his face when I think he isn't not looking and surely he is focused on my lips. His face is devoid of any emotion which makes me twist up inside and not in a good way.

I don't know if he is upset with me or if he just doesn't like to talk while eating. If it's the latter then it's very understandable but the air seems too tense for it to be just that.

His eyes snap up to meet mine and I look away instantly, cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame. I'm afraid that if we make eye contact, he would see the forest of guilt and self loathing going on in my head right now.

His hand falls away from my face.

"I am upset with you, my belladonna."

My whole body deflates.

"But that doesn't mean I want you to starve." He pours me a glass of cold lemonade and my heart swells as I take it with bright cheeks; warm tingles race through my body.

I take a sip and sigh in relief. Lemonade is my comfort beverage, it's a really good coincidence that he likes it too.

We fall into silence once again, just this time with the lack of the tension from before. Once he finishes his drink, he picks up a spoon and hits the glass three consecutive times.

Immediately, a petite brunette dressed in the outfit meant for the king's workers; an Indigo colored jumpsuit with the king's insignia on the back, walks in and picks up the tray without a word.

She bows and walks out the way she came; everything happened in about five seconds if not less and I'm left a bit startled.

Has she been there the whole time? She even saw what I'm wearing! My face burn as hot as my glare. "We had an audience?" I whisper through gritted teeth.

He has the nerve to raise a nerve and laugh. I ignore the way my body warms with the beautiful sound.

"Kitten," He husks and moves until he can wrap his arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him. "She arrived when I brought in the food."

I sigh in relief, at least I have only one thing to be embarrassed about.

He brings his lips to my ear and starts to nibble on it, making me whimper involuntarily. "Besides, I wouldn't want anyone to hear the amazing sounds you make. They might try to take you away. Not that that is possible."

My toes curl and my breathing becomes heavy as his hands massages its way up my thighs and rests on my bare bottom. "Aah...Lucius," I can't resist him at all.

He smacks both cheeks, making me gasp and wrap my arms tightly around him; hiding my hot face on his neck as I squirm on his lap, the lewd sound echoes into the room.

"I believe it's time to make good on that promise." He growls in my ear; the sound travels all the way to my toes, making them curl and my eyes roll as I try to string a coherent thought together but they keep blending into the image of me riding his cock as he looks up at me with stormy eyes.

He places small noisy kisses on my neck and down to the top of my breasts as one of his hands plays with my clit through the shorts while the other massages my bum.

"Lucius," I whimper as the fingers on my clitoris start to move faster. "Oh god... please." I whine and bite on his neck to keep the sounds in.

He groans and takes my nipple between his teeth through the lace, making me whimper and arch my back. I hear a ripping sound and next thing I know, his fingers are entering my dripping pussy.

"Haah...aang...aah...so good." I start to babble as he fingers me at an insane pace that has me nearing my orgasm way too quickly.

Without warning, he pulls them out of me and before I can complain, slams his lips against mine and proceeds to make me see stars. He tilts my head back and takes my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it in rhythm to the sway of his hips as he grinds against me.

His hard cock is pressed up directly against my pussy and provides the right amount of friction to make me completely incoherent with pleasure.

Without disconnecting our lips, he lifts me as if I weighed nothing and shuffles backwards until his back is against the cushioned headboard.

He tears the shorts off my body and goes to do the same to the bikini top.

"Wait, you don't need to tear everything off," I scold breathlessly and he looks at me with eyes that tell me to hurry it up. With unstable hands, I undo the knot and the cloth falls away leaving my breasts on full display for his perusal. He seems to have a special fascination with them.

My nipples are perked up in arousal and he leans forward, "Beautiful." He takes one in his mouth and uses his finger to twist the other making me throw my head back in a loud moan.

In my delirious state, I remember what I'm supposed to be doing. I send a prayer of thanks to whoever is listening for the fact he's wearing only sweatpants because I need that cock in me and fast.

He helps me by lifting his hips up so I can slide the offending clothing off his body. He bites on my nipple, making me falter with a shaky moan and pussy walls shudder in anticipation as my eyes take in the magnificent hard veiny dick in front of me. The head is an angry purple and it's pointing straight at me despite it's size.

I wrap a hand around the girth and it doesn't even fit. He tightens his hands on my hips and sucks harder on my neglected nipple. "Ohh," I gasp and start to stroke him until precum pools at the tip.

Running thin on patience, I position ny pussy on the head and we both stop breathing as it enters me, inch by inch until his full balls slaps against my bum. He throws his head back in a guttural groan that has my pussy fluttering around his cock.

I feel so full. It feels so amazing, I can't even make a sound. "Lucius…please," I whisper.

I don't know what I'm asking for but he seems to know as he leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my lips which is a huge contrast to our lewd joining.

He slowly lifts me up, causing my pussy to tighten up as if refusing to let him out and he groans as if in pain. "You're so tight," he rasps and suddenly drops me down, making me throw my head back with a loud shout.

He picks up the pace and I'm reduced to a moaning babbling unintelligible mess.

"Ohh...Aah..So...oh...goooood," I moan as I start to meet him thrust for thrust. This position makes his cock go even deeper and I'm completely mindless with pleasure. The echoes of our moans and the wet sounds of his cock driving into me fills the room.

True to his word, he stops moving his hips, letting me do all the work but I don't even notice as I'm too busy supplying my body with earth shattering happiness.

"Lucius.. Lucius..ooh fuck me...oh it feels so goood," I ramble as I ride his dick with everything I've got. I ride him like I wouldn't get the privilege ever again and that could very much be true since I'll have to leave soon.

"You fuck me so good." My eyes are stuck behind my eyelids and constantly rolling backwards. I throw myself on him in reckless abandon as I chase that sweet mind numbing relief.

He growls and throws me on my back, causing his cock to slip out of me. "Noo.."

He enters me again causing me to moan and a shiver races up my spine as I wrap my legs around his waist. He detaches one of my legs and places it over his shoulder, causing him to go deeper.

"You did well, Kitten." He growls into my ear and sticks his tongue in. "Now, let me show you how it's done." And he goes ahead to do just that.