Cinderella and the Lady (14 page)

Too much drink had been consumed by all and both she and Elle were a part of it. Kristina was giddy drunk on happiness. The amount of liquor she drank added to it. After what had to be her fifth glass of champagne and Elle’s third, she switched both their glasses to punch so they both wouldn’t be too far gone for what she had planned.

She wanted to seduce Elle fully, to show her how much she cared for her. It seemed Elle was receptive to the idea, from the kisses they shared in a darkened alcove near the servants’ entrance.

She cupped Elle’s breasts, squeezing the ripe flesh. Elle ran her hands up and down Kristina’s back, arching into her hold. She moaned, then gasped when Elle tongue, lapped, and tugged on her lip—the precise way Kristina enjoyed it. She wanted Elle to lick her entire body, starting with her weeping cunny and ending with her own face imbedded between Elle’s thighs. They would climax together all night long, cementing the unique bond that had grown between them.

“Do you like my kisses?” Elle whispered and played with Kristina’s hair.

“You know I do.” She moved her face down and ran her tongue across the top curve of Elle’s breasts that thrust against her bodice.

Elle panted and her eyes closed. “I think I drank too much champagne. I’m hot and dizzy.”

“My touch is making you feel this way. Perhaps you need to lie down.” She pressed her lips against the side of Elle’s throat and shifted her hand inside her bodice to cup her breast.

Elle jerked as Kristina circled her thumb over her nipple, enjoying the way it hardened under her touch.

“I think I should lie down.” Elle opened her eyes and met her stare.

This was the exact moment Kristina was waiting for. No more words were spoken between them, not that they needed conversation to admit what they both wanted from each other. The way Elle’s body responded to her, combined with the stark craving in her eyes, was the only answer Kristina needed.

She gave Elle one last hard kiss and took her hand. Leaving their discarded masks on the floor, she hurried up the back stairway up to the second floor. Luckily no servant came upon them.

Once reaching the door to her bedroom, she almost bounced in glee. Soon she would have Elle naked in her bed for her to cherish. They had hours together to taste and touch one another, and before the night was over, she would claim Elle as her own. But first she had to get her skittish darling inside her bedroom. She opened the door and invited Elle in. Elle twisted her hands, refusing to move.

“What’s wrong?” Kristina asked, her impatience growing.

Elle scanned the hall. “Isn’t this the family wing? What if someone comes looking for you? Lady Kristina might wonder where you are.”

Kristina lifted one of Elle’s hair ribbons and rubbed it between her fingers. “We won’t be interrupted, least of all by Kristina. She’s downstairs having a grand old time.”

“How can you be cer—”

She brushed her lips gently across Elle’s swollen ones. “Trust me, I know. Have I given you any indication since we’ve met that I’m wrong?”

Elle shook her head, dislodging her mouth from Kristina’s. “None at all.”

Kristina traced the side of Elle’s face, drawing her inside the room. Laughter and the sounds of music were cut off when she closed the door. She backed Elle against it and captured her mouth, running her hands through Elle’s hair and twining the ribbons around her fists.

She tipped back Elle’s head and moved her mouth down her chin and the middle of her throat, landing over her chest. Her inner thighs quivered and her womb clenched. Soon Elle’s succulent cunny would be hers to taste and savor to her heart’s content.

“I can’t wait to have you. Let me pleasure you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. First she would make Elle fly apart in her arms, then share the passion that would have them both crying out in ecstasy.

“Yes. I-I want you.” Elle clutched her close.

“Let’s enjoy each other then,” Kristina decreed and guided Elle toward her bed. Without asking for permission, she undressed Elle, starting with unlacing the ties on the side of her dress and working her way down. Elle closed her eyes under Kristina’s administrations until she was in her chemise and stockings, and her clogs. Kristina sat her on the bed. Elle went willingly. She knelt in front of Elle and took off each shoe, chucking them over her shoulder.

She turned around, motioning for Elle to unlace her ties in the back. As her dress loosened, lips rubbed over the nape of her neck until the dress collapsed around her hips. With a shimmy, her dress landed in a pool on the floor. Rising to her feet, she unfastened her corset, and discarded her chemise along with her garters, stockings, and slippers.

“You so beautiful,” Elle said and rested her palm over Kristina’s breast.

Elle’s touch scalded her. Her desire and lust had risen to a fevered pitch. She spread her legs apart to stop the vast pressure in her womb from exploding.

“You smell like…” Elle’s eyes dipped to Kristina’s pussy and she licked her lips.

Kristina inhaled through her nose and bent forward to kiss Elle. Their mouths fused together, greedy and hot, stealing each other’s breath.

She unrolled Elle’s thin and faded stockings down her legs. She would buy Elle new stockings and shoes when she came to live with her and would serve only her—

“I want to eat you up,” she muttered and ran her hands up Elle’s thighs. Elle’s drawers impeded her progress. She ripped open the material.

Elle gasped. Before she could complain, Kristina crushed her mouth with ardor and laid her on the bed. She pulled away the ruined material, moved her hands under Elle’s chemise, and plucked at her breasts. Elle arched up and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together in a way that made her arousal surge and circle Kristina’s face.

She had to taste Elle’s nectar. Lifting up her chemise, she scattered kisses on her stomach, sticking her tongue inside her belly button. Elle jerked under her, crying out her name. She licked across her stomach and navel, stopping when Elle tugged on her hair.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Elle asked in such an innocent voice that Kristina laughed.

“I plan on kissing you someplace different altogether. You cunny has been neglected for too long and needs love.”

“I don’t understand.” Elle covered her mound.

Kristina nudged Elle’s hand away with her chin. “Lie back and I’ll show you.”

Elle bit her lip and stared down up Kristina in uncertainty. When Kristina started to lick in between Elle’s fingers and trace her slit with the tip of her tongue, Elle’s hand dropped away.

She circled her mouth around Elle’s bush, slipping her tongue in between her pussy folds. Elle cried out, her hips rolling and twisting. She spread Elle’s legs apart and wiggled her tongue in deeper. With trembling hands, she unveiled Elle’s cunny to her gaze.

Ah, soft, pink, and juicy.
Kristina ran her tongue across Elle’s inner flesh, the salt and combination of milky fluid an aphrodisiac. Her mouth came down and she sucked Elle’s pussy hard.

Elle called out her name, lifted her hips against her mouth.

Perspiration coated Elle’s upper thighs and navel. Kristina rubbed her palms over Elle’s slippery flesh while her own skin dampened from her growing climax.

“Oh… more… please!” Elle’s voice cracked and sobs escaped her while Kristina increased the speed of her tongue’s dipping and pitching along with rolling of her mouth. She plundered Elle’s virgin pussy, burrowing her tongue deep inside. She scratched her nails down the inside of Elle’s legs and was rewarded by Elle’s inner muscles latching on her tongue. Sticky feminine juices pooled in her mouth and Elle’s legs clutched the sides of her head.

Elle wailed as she came. Kristina removed her mouth and flipped Elle on her stomach. She kneaded the globes of Elle’s ass and kissed every section of her skin she could find, ending with her tongue near the seam of Elle’s ass. She opened Elle’s ass cheeks wide, stuck her tongue into the crevice, and licked the puckered rosette.

Elle moaned, rocking against Kristina’s mouth. She licked faster, the tang of Elle’s asshole overwhelming her. While she engaged her tongue in that forbidden area, she thrust her fingers into Elle’s pussy. All too soon Elle climaxed again.

Kristina rose up on shaking legs and stumbled over to her dresser. She poured a glass of water from a pitcher, gulped down her drink, and poured another. Once her thirst was quenched, she chewed on a cinnamon stick to clean her mouth before she joined Elle again.

Elle twitched lightly on her stomach with her eyes closed and her breathing deep. Kneeling on the bed, she turned Elle over on her back. Elle opened her eyes, and when she opened her mouth, she kissed her. Elle kissed her back, and Kristina straddled her legs, rubbing her pussy over Elle’s dampened one.

Her hands came up and she cupped Elle’s face, staring into her eyes. “You taste divine. What I did just now with my tongue in your bum is something I have never done with another.”

Elle sat up and laughed as she pushed Kristina on her back and rose above her. She turned her head from side to side, letting her ribbons run over Kristina’s face and chest. “I enjoyed what you did,” she said shyly and a blush rose up her face.

Kristina curved her hands around Elle’s ass to bring her in closer. “Next time you can do it to me.”

Elle’s gaze darkened and she nodded in acceptance. Their mouths latched over one another, wet and frenzied. Elle ground her mound against Kristina’s leg, riding it slowly. Soon her knee became damp with Elle’s juices. Elle surprised her by putting her mouth there and lapping it away. Eventually she moved down lower until her face hovered over Kristina’s cunny. With detailed instructions, Kristina taught Elle how to please her with her tongue and mouth.

Her reward ended with her panting and climaxing in a way she never thought possible, all because of Elle, who had stolen her heart.

* * * *

Ellie swished one of her hair ribbons across Diana’s chest. Diana smiled and lifted her leg higher around Ellie’s hip. She brushed her mouth across Diana’s shoulder, holding back from blurting out her feelings for her lady love and jumping up and down on the bed in joy.

The tickling of the small clock on the bedside table broke the silence in the room. The two hands inched closer to the number one. She wanted time to stand still.

Diana pulled Ellie over her like a blanket. She burrowed her face into the side of Diana’s neck. Guilt ate away at her. She wanted to tell Diana who she was in truth.

“I have something to share with you. It’s a secret,” she said and moved up to give Diana a kiss.

Diana lifted her face up and presented her mouth. Ellie kept the kiss going until she needed air. She finally broke away and lowered her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek.

“After the way we spent the last hour, there should be no more secrets between us.” Diana ran a finger down Ellie’s cheek.

Ellie nodded in agreement and braced herself for Diana’s reaction. “My name isn’t Elle—well, it is, but my real name is Eleanor. My mother called me Ellie.”

Diana tugged on one of her curls. “It suits you.”

“You’re not angry I wasn’t completely truthful to you?”

Diana kissed her. “Not at all.”

The ball of tension lying in her stomach disappeared and she returned Diana’s kiss. Soon Diana dipped her hands in between her legs where she had become wet again. She rolled on her back and dragged Diana on top of her, sighing because she was so happy.

Diana ended the kiss and stared down at her, cupping her cheeks and rubbing her thumbs across her heated skin. The serious look in Diana’s eyes made her heart thump faster. She chewed on her bottom lip.

“You’ll make your lip bleed. The only teeth nibbling there should be mine,” Diana said with authority and sucked on Ellie’s lip, tugging gently with her mouth. Ellie pushed aside her worry and hooked her legs around Diana’s hips.

Diana nestled her face into the crook of Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie held her tightly, her fingers running up and down Diana’s back. A yawn left her and Diana peeked up.

“I wish I could stay here all night.” Her fingers tangled through Diana’s hair.

Diana circled a finger around Ellie’s breast. “Why not stay, then? I would love to sleep with you in my arms.”

Ellie smiled over that lovely fantasy. But that would be impossible for her. She had less than an hour before she had to meet Clement and Egan, where they would pick her up and return her home to face reality again.

“You lost your smile and you look ready to cry. What’s going on in that head of yours that would make you so sad?” Diana asked in concern.

She stared up at the ceiling. “Tonight was a dream come true. But…we both know this can’t last forever. You’re only visiting and you’ll leave to return to your own home soon. I’ll still be a servant with no outstanding prospects, wishing I could be—”

“You could be? Yes? Continue.” Diana cupped the side of her face.

Ellie blinked back her tears. “I wish I could be with you always. Those moments together at the beach, in the cottage, and tonight make me want much more.”

“You want something more for us.” Diana didn’t phrase it as a question.

I want forever
. Ellie rubbed her palms over her face and sat up. She climbed off the bed to gather together her dress and undergarments.

Diana got off the bed and walked over to her, naked. Ellie stared past Diana’s shoulder. It hurt too much to see her face, afraid of what Diana’s reaction would be to her honesty.

Diana tilted her chin up. What she saw lurking in Diana’s eyes made her stomach clench. Diana stared at her as if she was something precious. It humbled her to know this beautiful lady might care for her that way.

“Don’t rush away just yet. Sit down. I have something I must talk to you about.”

Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, self-conscious. She tossed the sheet over her lap. Before she could wrap herself in it, Diana knelt in front of her.

“Why are you down there? Sit next to me.” Ellie patted the empty space next to her.

Diana shook her head and wrapped her arms around Ellie’s waist. She whispered something Ellie couldn’t catch.
What’s going on here?