Whimsy (10 page)

 
Her eyes
flew
Gaedrian
but he did not detect the malice in his
mother’s phrasing. He greeted his mother with a kiss to the cheek. “To what do
we owe this honor?”

 
“I have
missed you.”

 
“You are
checking up on me,” he stated. “Let us be seated so that the servers might take
their leave of us.”

 
Whimsy
looked at the girls. They were beginning to suffer. Their brows were dotted
with perspiration. They were fidgeting and tugging at their uniforms. For once,
she understood. And since
Editha
was his mother, she
was immune to his scent.

 
Gaedrian
seated first his mother and then her. The servers
presented them with their meals and were quickly dismissed. “So how are you, my
son?”

 
“As well as can be expected.”

 
At this
Editha
shot her another tight-lipped glare. Did they all
expect her to sacrifice her life for a few moments of his carnal pleasure?
“Well, if you would have done with this one, we could continue on our quest.”
Apparently so, Whimsy thought wearily, toying with her food. At the sight of
Editha
, her appetite had taken a nosedive. The other woman
continued, “We have quite a few promising prospects in the waiting.”

 
Gaedrian
arched an eyebrow.
“Really?”

 
Was he
interested in the other women? She felt the sudden violent urge to kick him.
She gave the sausage on her plate an unnecessarily vicious stab.
Gaedrian
coughed. “Excuse me,” he said, covering his mouth
with his napkin, coughing again.

 
“
Gaedrian
, are you coming down with a cold?”

 
“No.” He
averted his face as the spasm continued.

 
Growing
concerned, Whimsy stood and crossed to him. “Are you okay? Do you need water?”
She placed her hand on his back.

 
“No,” he
said again and she caught sight of his face behind the linen cloth. He was
laughing.

 
She
placed her hands on her hips. “And what is so funny?”

 
“You are.
You were jealous.”

 
She
shoved at one of his ridiculously wide shoulders. “I was not.” Myrna, she had
been so jealous. The thought of him with other women made her angrier than she
had ever been.
And the hurt.
It felt like a vice was
closing over her chest.

 
“You
should have seen your face.”

 
“And why
should I be jealous? You can’t meet any of them until you ‘dispense’ of me,
remember?”

 
At that,
he sobered. “Then I should be happy to never meet any of them.”

 
“Oh,
Gaedrian
,” she whispered, sliding her fingers into the thick
waves of his hair. She would have kissed him if
Editha
hadn’t interrupted.

 
“
Gaedrian
!
What is the meaning of
this? I do not understand why you have not done your duty. This is disgraceful.
You are a good ruler, but in this matter, you have been nothing but remiss.”

 
At his
mother’s rebuke, he pulled her fingers from his hair and kissed each of her
hands before setting her aside. “Mother, need I remind you who
is
responsible for my present condition?
Or
for Whimsy’s presence here?”

 
Editha
sat straighter. “My only concern, as always, is for
you.”

 
“I hear
that so often these days as
I
am told
what to do.”

 
His
mother sniffed and stood. “I see you are in no mood for civilized company
today. I shall take my leave.” At the door she hesitated. Her hand on the knob,
she turned to them. “It would be best for both of you to end this swiftly so
that we might all go on with our lives.”

 
Whimsy
took her seat again. This was becoming too much to absorb.
Editha
was
Gaedrian’s
mother. His mother spoke of his duty
and called him a ruler. He’d mentioned the ruling family when explaining fate
to her. The opulence around her indicated that he was an important person, and
she’d thought perhaps he was member of a royal family. “
Gaedrian
,
who exactly are you? What is your title?”

 
“I am
King
Gaedrian
IV, ruler of this planet. We call it
Spectra, but others know it as C21.”

 
“If
you’re the king, then you can let me go.”

“Even I cannot defy tradition. There would be
hell, and worse still, Mother, to pay.”

Chapter Ten

 
Gaedrian
sat and pulled his fingers roughly through his
hair. Sweat covered his body and that of Whimsy. She lay on her back, tears
forming in her lovely eyes. She panted, making her beautiful breasts bounce.
Her nipples were hard and wet from his mouth. Her cleft was awash with desire,
so much so that her thighs were wet with her dew. Yet once again, she had
denied him.

 
He feared
they were at an impasse. It had been a week and he had made no progress with
her. He had never seen a stronger will than hers. He took her to the brink of
orgasm again and again without letting her tip over. Her hunger had to be as
great as his, but she would not let him sate her with his body.

 
“Please,”
she whispered. “Let me go. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

 
He growled.
“I
cannot
.”

 
“Is it
possible to die of want?”

 
“If it
were so, I would have died long ago.”

 
“I’d like
a bath.”

 
“You
bathed after dinner.”

 
“I-I’d
like another.”

 
He
shrugged. “Shall I call the servants?”

 
“I can do
it myself.”

 
For a
long while, she did not move. When she did, she whimpered. And then she began
to cry, deep sobs that shook her entire frame.
Gaedrian
felt his heart seize. He pulled her into his arms and she cried harder. “What
is it, Dessert?”

 
She
buried her face in the column of his throat. Her whisper was barely audible. “I
ache so much for you.”

 
He closed
his eyes.
Sympathy for her welled within him.
She was
so strong and proud. He knew the confession had cost her greatly. He laid her
on her side facing away from him and wrapped himself around her.

 
She
stiffened. “Please, no more.”

 
“No more,
I promise. I seek only to ease you.” He cupped her breast in one hand and slid
the other between her thighs. He did not waste time on preliminaries. He knew
they would not be appreciated. He thrust two fingers deeply into her pussy. The
heel of his palm placed pressure upon her swollen clit. She cried out and
arched her back. He pushed his hips forward so that she could feel his erection
against the plump curves of her bottom. He squeezed and tugged her nipple with
his other hand.

 
Her
sheath was incredibly tight. He could not help but wish it was his cock buried
in her hot little pussy. He circled his hips, thrusting his body even closer to
hers and forcing her to ride his fingers. She threw her head back, giving him
access to her neck. He kissed and sucked her skin there as the clenching spasms
of her orgasm began. She moaned his name over and over. He could feel her walls
closing over his pumping digits, attempting to draw him deeper. He pressed
upwards and stilled his fingers within her until it was over.

 
When she
relaxed, he dropped kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“So
lovely.”
Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers from her heat. “Feel
better?” She was silent.
Gaedrian
turned her so that
he could see her face. She was biting her lip and her eyes were troubled.

 
“Please.
I-I need more.”

 
“Oh,
Dessert,” he groaned and rolled onto his back. He pulled her astride him,
parting her legs so that his cock slid between her folds. He gripped her hips,
guiding her movements so that her clit stroked over his erection. “Ride me,” he
ordered. She hesitated, her full lower lip captured by her straight white
teeth. “Listen,” he said, brushing her hair away from her cheek so that he
could see her face, “I cannot trust myself to do this. I would take you. So you
must ride me.”

 
“I have
never––”

 
“No man
has ever let you dominate?” She paused then shook her head. He chuckled. “But
you are so naturally commanding.”

 
“I am
not.”

 
“I will
not argue with you.” Of late, she had dictated his days and nights. He pulled
her down for a kiss, sliding his tongue in her mouth. She responded, moaning
and shifting on his lap. He scooted up the bed so that his back was against the
headboard. She kissed him voraciously, her fingers twisting in his hair. He
groaned. His cock throbbed with each plunge of her tongue. She was certainly a
fast learner. He broke the kiss and repositioned her hips. “Have you ever
ridden a horse?”

 
“N-no.
Our colony is a manmade station. We have synthetic
grass and our hydroponic crops do very well, but we do not have enough to
support much livestock. Do you have horses?”

 
“A few.
I will take you riding one day, but first, it seems
you will learn to ride me.” She made a soft noise that let him know she was as
eager as he. He took hold of her hips and pulled her down as he thrust up. His
Whimsy gasped.
 
He set a quick pace that
forced her to clutch at his shoulders for support. He wanted to slow down but
his body would not let him. Her beautiful breasts bounced and jiggled in front
of him like enticing fruit.

 
Her honey
coated his shaft, making the glide of her pussy on him hot and wet. He could
almost pretend that he was buried deep inside her slick chamber. He bent to
lick her tight nipples. Cupping her breasts, he feasted on her. Whimsy’s cries
grew louder with each tug of his mouth. She was fucking herself against him
with tight corkscrew movements. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes, Dessert, fuck me.
The feel of you moving over me is
ecstasy. Imagine how much better this would feel were my cock buried to the
hilt in your slick little pussy, filling you endlessly. The thought of your
heat is with me day and night.” He slid a hand between their bodies to stroke
her clit.

 
She cried
his name and collapsed against him. Her breathing was harsh. “Oh,
Gaedrian
,” she moaned. As her body went limp, he knew she
slept. She had been having difficulty finding sleep the last three nights. The
arousal gnawed at her as much as it did at him. He caressed her hair and held
her close. Even if he could not find rest or completion for himself, he would
take comfort in holding his lady.

Chapter Eleven

 
Whimsy
stretched. Last night was the first full night’s sleep she’d had in many days.
The hunger she felt for
Gaedrian
was still there, but
it was muted to a manageable level. It made her hot with embarrassment to think
of how she’d asked him for more. A different kind of heat suffused her when she
thought of the way he had penetrated her with his thick fingers.

 
Surely,
her father and a diplomatic group were on their way by now. They’d probably
arrive within a day or two. All she had to do was resist
Gaedrian
for a few more days.
 

   
She
stretched and rolled over.

 
Gaedrian
lay in bed next to her. His eyes were closed, but
she knew he was awake. His features were tense, his fists clenched. Beneath the
sheet, his erection was clearly visible. She recalled the feel of it against
her bottom last night. It had been hot and hard and had felt so right.

   
“Do not.”

 
She
looked at his face again. His gaze was focused on her. “Do not what?”

 
“Do not
look at me with such longing on your face.”