Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Julien pinned her hands down, his fingers laced with hers, and her head was thrown back, focusing on how he was making her feel. His lips and teeth ran along her neck as she moaned continuously. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” She squeezed his hands, and he returned it as he grunted. 

“Does that feel good?” She nodded as he nipped behind her ear and she whimpered. “Yeah, I bet my dick makes your pussy feel so good...Hmmm, you’re fucking drenched, Graham…. Is my cock making you that wet?” She nodded more before she moaned out dramatically.

“Please, please, don’t stop.” She pleaded as tears filled her eyes from the pleasure he was giving her, barely keeping her on the edge of a mindfuck of an orgasm. 

“Don’t stop? You want me to keep going?” She mewled her answer, and she heard an aroused chuckle come from him before he kissed behind her ear. “You’re such a horny little thing.” She hummed out in acknowledgment before scratching at his hands. The tightening in her stomach was starting, and it was making her heart race, her breathing coming out like frantic panting. “You gonna cum for me, Graham?” She nodded rapidly as she whimpered.

“Holy fuck, please,” she whispered under her breath as she attempted to keep her voice down unconsciously. One of his hands released hers and quickly grabbed her ass, holding it in place, as he fucked her good and hard, slamming himself into her repeatedly. She moaned out zealously and clung her free hand to his jaw, quickly kissing him. 

She was so on edge she wasn’t sure what embarrassing noise she would make. She needed to be muffled. She moaned into his mouth as her orgasm exploded, coating his stiff erection in her fresh nectar. He released the kiss and groaned aloud. 

“Yeah, you came good and hard, didn’t you?” She laid against the bed, a sweating, panting mess. She felt drained as he slowed down to a complete stop and stroked her hair. “Are you okay?” She bit her lip and nodded before he gave her a sweet kiss. “Do you want to stop?” He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she took a deep breath and shook her head. 

“I don’t ever want to stop.” She confessed, and he smirked knowingly before giving her another kiss. Then, he pulled out of her which shocked her. “What are you—“

“Get on your knees.” Slowly, she struggled to get into her knees and hold herself up. He got out of bed and yanked her to the edge, earning him a surprised shriek. 

“Julien!” She laughed out his name, and he chuckled, amused, before rubbing his hands over her round bottom. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing ass?” He inquired, and she blushed to herself.

“You’d be the first.” He snickered before pressing himself back inside of her. She gasped from how she was stretched so much thinner, and he went so much deeper in her. 

“You feel so amazing, Graham.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back which sent a pleasurable jolt straight to her throbbing center. He slowly started thrusting into her which got him a hum of pleasure from her. 

“That feels good.” She confessed, and he groaned.

“Very fucking good, indeed. I might just need to kidnap you and take you home with me.” It was meant as a tease, but she secretly hoped that he might just do that. 

His pace grew, and soon he had her hips pinned down to the mattress, using her pussy like his own personal cock stroker. He was drilling into her, pounding as hard as he could into her clenching walls. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” She cried into her comforter as he slapped her ass and grunted repeatedly, getting more and more aggressive in his noises and fucking.

“You got off. Now, it’s my turn… yeah, such a nice, tight little pussy you got….you are gonna milk it right out of me…. do you want me to cum?” He slapped her ass even harder as she lifted her head and screamed out.

“Shit, shit, shit…. I-I-I wanna make you cum!” She cried out before pressing her face back into her blanket, and he groaned enthusiastically.

“That’s my good girl….milk me, Graham….get me off with that tight, wet little….fuck, right there…. I’m. Gonna. Fucking. Cum!” He let out a sound that was a mixture of a growl, a groan, and a grunt that grew in volume as his head fell back, slamming his hips into hers until his climax finally ended and he relaxed, gently massaging her hips. “Holy fuck a duck.” She had never heard that one before and struggled to snicker while she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s a new one.” He slowly pulled out of her as she stayed laying there in the same position as before. 

“You’re telling me.” She slowly turned onto her back and watched his face as he leaned against the wall and slowly eased the condom off that was full to the brim with his semen. “I have never cum that hard in my life.” He tied it off and lifted it up for her to see which only made her blush. 

“Maybe you were just a little too excited about fucking me?” He smirked at her as he tossed the condom to the side and massaged his hands up her legs. 

“If that were the case, I would have prematurely ejaculated instead of taking that long to get off. You’re just that good in the sack, Graham.” She was glad for the compliment. 

Then, he crawled back into bed, over her, and kissed her again. 

She knew he wasn’t done with her yet and this had her cheering on the inside. 

Patrick stirred her from her repetitive daydream. She had continuously repeated her night with Julien like it was a Fast Play, in a constant loop.

“Cat?” She snapped her eyes to him, and he smirked as he pointed out the window. “Welcome to Cordova, Catalina Graham.” She peaked out the window and saw a sea of dark green trees, but in the distance, out of the shadows grew a light beige castle with a large garden and maze of bushes. It was truly breathtaking, something you only saw in movies and read about in fairytales. Her heart clenched at the sheer size and noticed hundreds upon hundreds of people busting around that looked more like ants from so far up. 

“That-That’s Thomas’s castle?” 

“We prefer the term ‘estate,’ but yes. It’s quite grand, isn’t it?” She took a deep breath and nodded. A strange part of her felt by looking at it that there was quite a possibility that, for those who lived there, that estate was more of a prison than a dream come true. 

She felt a little morbid about it. She was a little grateful that she was born to a Gypsy and not a Duchess or something. At least she had freedom as she was. 

“We will be going there once we get you cleaned up.” Cat was a little confused by this as she sat back in her seat, adjusting her buckle.

“Going where?” 

“The royal family’s estate, of course.” He pointed out, and she was still unsure.

“Why?” Patrick laughed off her question before taking a sip of his drink.

“Today is the start of the social season. The royal family is hosting a picnic. Well, really it’s a tea, but they are calling it a picnic so it won’t seem so diplomatic and serious.” Cat was a little nervous about this but was trying her best not to be self-conscious. 

“Who is going to be there?” she asked softly, and he smirked.

“All of the other suitors from all the duchy’s of Cordova that had someone eligible to be a suitor like Lady Elizabeth of the Cleary house will be there. She is quite shy but holds her own in court. I will give you the key points on the other suitors once we get there. You will want to make friends with as many of them as possible. The more support you have during the social session, the better. You will also want to make sure to impress King Thomas the second and Queen Mary. They are the Crown Prince’s parents and will hold the most sway of anyone you could gain support from.” This all just made her more anxious so she asked another question she hoped would make her less nervous.

“Who else will be there?” She asked, biting at her nails. Patrick gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from her mouth.

“Cat, ladies of the court don’t bite their nails.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Don’t worry. You will win them over like you did Thomas. He will be there as will Julien, and I will be there, pretty much just shadowing Thomas, but he will be there nonetheless.” This relaxed her. At least Julien was going to be there, and she could talk to him.

Maybe she could even tell him that she came for him so there would be no misconception. She would hate it if she hurt him by not letting him know that she wasn’t really there as a suitor.

She was a little worried about telling Thomas of her short affair with Julien back in New York since he liked her enough for Patrick to take her to Cordova. She didn’t want to hurt him. Thomas was a really sweet guy, but the heart wants what it wants. 

Cat waited as the plane slowly descended and landed at the Cordova airport. Once instructed to, Cat and Patrick grabbed their things and exited the plane. 

Patrick escorted her to a sleek black car much like the one that she got in the night before, and she got in the back with a sigh. She was glad that she wasn’t in a plane anymore and really needed a nap, but she knew that would have to wait.

Patrick drove off and, after thirty minutes in the car, they arrived at a very large house, not quite a palace, more like an upscale home up in the hills. She figured this house had about five bedrooms from the size of it. It was beautiful, big and white. Very majestic with its tall, trim bushes and big, white pillars. 

“Wow,” Cat muttered, and Patrick flashed a proud smile.

“Thanks! This is the home that I share with my sister, Catherine. She is out of town today, dealing with some business, but she should be back tomorrow. While you are here, this is your home.” She blushed and gave him an appreciative smile.

“I’m merely a guest, a sponsored suitor, but thank you for the sentiment.” She didn’t think she would be in his house for very long. For the first time ever, she had no idea what her future held, and that was a bit exciting to her. There were so many possibilities at her fingertips.

“Nonsense! You are important to Thomas which makes you important to me. Now, let’s get you all fixed up.” She wasn’t sure about this.

“Fixed up?” she asked as he escorted her into the large house and she was instantly shoved into a room that looked a lot like a salon/boutique. There were rows of clothes and accessories on one wall, and the other wall was occupied by a salon chair, mirror and all types of cosmetics, brushes, curling irons, and such. Out came a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses from the racks of clothes who strolled over like he owned the place. It wasn’t like an entitled walk, but more like he was full of pride up to the collar of his shirt. 

“Felix! Thank God you weren’t busy!” Patrick spoke like an overjoyed three year old, high pitched as ever. 

“I am always busy, Patrick, but you seem to always bring me projects to add to my workload.” Cat shrunk a bit under this man’s scrutinizing eyes. 

“Oh, please, Felix! You love the challenges!” The middle-aged man named Felix rolled his eyes before giving Patrick a playful smirk. “This is the suitor we are sponsoring for the social season. Meet Lady Catalina from New York.” She could tell from the way Felix was looking her up and down she was a rather big job to him. Felix’s body tensed before he reluctantly relaxed.

“Only I could get this lady ready in a few hours. Leave us be, Patrick.” Her escort was shooed away, and Felix grabbed her wrist rather forcefully before dragging her behind the clothing racks to a small changing room. 

“Hey!” she groaned in protest from the strong grip.

“Don’t complain!” he sneered before grabbing a white robe off a wall hook and shoving it at her. “I don’t have time for pleasantries. Just take off everything except your underwear and put on the robe. You have ten seconds.” He stepped out of the room, and she scowled in his direction.

“Asshole.” With that, she did as she had been instructed and readied herself to be poked and prodded by said asshole.