Twenty-three

"Y-do you remember that?"

- Of course... -she bites her lips teasing me.

- Mila... -I say her name, swinging my eyes on her and her breasts.

- Yes? she murmured.

"I thought we agreed to stop these teasing...

— But I'm not doing anything... -she spoke at the same time that she moved her feet, gently opening her legs.

- Can I ask you a question?

"Two if you like!"

"Are you wearing panties?"

She smiles at me. I smiled in a very malicious and devilish way.

- I don't know... -she takes her hand to her thigh and begins to slide over her naked skin, taking her fingers closer to her intimacy. - Why don't you come and look?

"Screw it!"

Tired of resisting, I take her lips urgently taking her by surprise.

I grab her waist putting her on top of the table and hastily she opens my buttons. Her hands roamed across my chest as we kissed breathlessly, full of heat.

I bring my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her hair back. There I nibble on her neck, throwing myself into her scent.

"Fuck..." I moan against his mouth.

I tear the blouse clinging to her body, breaking all the buttons that soon reveal to me what I was looking for so much. I squeeze them, bite them, suck them hard, while she moans with every turn my tongue takes on her nipples.

- P-please... -she begs wanting me inside her.

I take my hand to the middle of her thighs and she gets goosebumps in the same second.

Smooth, hot, boiling. I gasp just feeling her wet, her pussy swollen with lust.

“Are you ready for me? I ask as I stick my finger in her.

"Y-yes..." he said groaning.

I open my pants and get rid of the barrier that separates me from her. When I feel I'm free to cross her, I place her on the table opening her legs more, my arm goes behind her waist holding her tight to my straight. I hold my throbbing, hard cock in her slit, pushing over her liquid with some difficulty.

"Fuck..." I say pushing harder.

Tight, very tight. I knew it hurt, but it would only stop if she asked me to.

"If I'm hurting you pos-"

- No! -denied. -Please, continue...

Her request, which is accompanied by her insane desire to have me, makes me push everything into her pussy, eliciting a pleasurable scream from her mouth.

"Fuck!"

It's so nice when she rolls her eyes.

I dove in, glided across her hot, wet lips. Her fingernails raked the wood of the table as if she was trying to stifle everything she was feeling.

"Ben..." he moaned my name.

Her legs opened wider and wider just so I could shove everything in. I sank without pity, watching her breasts sway as I made her body bounce.

I really wanted to feel her come while I was still inside her, I wanted to feel my cock being set on fire by her liquid and hear her moan.

"Are you mine, Mila?" - I ask thrusting inside her, with my finger sliding on her pink and swollen clitoris.

"C-continue..." he implored, almost enjoying himself.

- Reply! -order.

"I-I'm..."

Her pussy contracts, squeezing, suffocating my cock. She was already too tight and that drove me even crazier.

"I want to hear you say it!" - I ask squeezing her clitoris.

"Y-you..." he said. -I'm yours!

I release her from that suffocation, making her liquid explode inside her. The expression she makes and the heat that my cock feels, makes everything more difficult for me that soon I thrust harder, assuming a greater speed.

She screams when I do that, not giving her intimacy time to recover. I get to cover her lips as she contracts under me, with the face of someone who was in her climax.

I keep putting it on and on, until I realize that not only me, but her too, was going to come. That's when my penis grows inside her and in that minute her eyes squish with the little pain she feels.

I gasp, squirm. An unparalleled burn surges inside me, releasing inside her, filling her with my hot cum that wraps around her second orgasm.

We were naked, lying on the leather couch.

— I never thought to say this, but Vincent was right!

This was not a piece of furniture big enough for two people to lie on it, especially when that person was Benjamin, however, without having to ask, he took me in his lap, placing me on top of his chest, where my naked body covered part of his .

— If I say I didn't dream about this day, I'll be lying! -He laughed, traveling in the pleasant feeling of having me in his arms, while he made me cafuné.

I also dreamed about that day and that's not new, but after that wonderful sex, there was no way I could stay awake.

— Mila? - he calls me. -Are you going to leave me talking to myself? - he asked touching my hair. -Did I do something that you did not like?

All worried, he leans in slightly, removing the strands from my face that only expressed calm and tiredness.

"Sorry Greek God, but after two orgasms in a row..."

While I sleep all protected on your chest, your blue eyes are dating me for several minutes. In my dream, I can even see her smile on the side, which she rarely showed to others.

Then carefully, he settles me on his side, stepping out from under me. His body rises and his hands cover me with a blanket that was placed on the other armchair, then he puts on his pants, not bothering to put on his shirt. In that time after getting dressed, I feel that same feeling of strength and protection circulating me again, taking my entire structure with the cloth still on top of me.

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Still that afternoon after recovering my strength, I wake up little by little with the sun hitting my face. My expectation is that when I looked to the side, Benjamin would be there with me, but the reality is that the only thing that was there were the clothes that Vincent had bought.

"Uh, what is this?"

As everyone knows, Thomas used to always buy silk clothes and other very luxurious things, it was never possible to wear a simple sweatshirt like at my parents' house, or a looser dress that wasn't so suffocating. This made me immediately suspicious of the cloth that was placed next to me, since it had nothing to do with what I was wearing and what I was allowed to wear in the palace. This one was soft, flowery, and for some reason, the little devil inside me kept screaming at me to put it on.

"Fuck it, I'll wear it!"

I fumble with the dress tucking my head into what should be armrests, I knew I looked like an idiot, but I wasn't going to give up trying it on and seeing how it would look.

"Damn it!"

Beautiful. Really beautiful. I've never worn anything so comfortable.

Pure freedom. A part of me was totally embarrassed for breaking out of the usual and the other was super happy with the independence I was feeling. It was a mix of feelings, where fear and freedom were fighting to decide who won. I had already had similar clothes, but I had never worn one that left my breasts so free and my legs so loose, even the little wind that passed through the window was able to pass through that nice cloth, refreshing my body.

"Sexy, I forgot to mention how super sexy that right there was!"

I quickly organize the bed and put my hair in a bun, leaving the room.

“Vincent?

As I was going down the stairs, I thought I heard the sound of pots and pans downstairs. I approach the room feeling butterflies in my stomach, but that doesn't stop me from snooping around.

"Vincent, is that you?" - I ask coming across an empty kitchen.

The stirring, stirring of pots sounds again from the other side of the counter and I approach slowly, without acknowledging my fear that it might be a mouse.

"Is anyone there?" - I say shakily, resting my hands on the benches on the other side. -Hey...

I grab a fresh apple off the counter and, terrified with hesitation, throw it across the table, sure I've hit something.

- DAMN!

Unexpectedly, Vincent gets up on the other side making my body jump along with a startled scream.

— WHAT THE DRUG, VICENT! - I scream with my breath a thousand.

- What was this? -he takes his two wireless headphones out of his ear and places them on the counter. -Are you crazy, Mila?

— I called, I called several times, why didn't you say anything?

"I was on a call, I couldn't hear you!"

"I thought it was a mouse!" - I assume without realizing it.

"Damn, did I really say that?"

- A mouse? she snapped. -And you thought you could kill the mouse with an apple? - mocked picking up the fruit from the ground.

"No, but I thought I could at least scare him off!"

"You're definitely crazy!" - he stated irritably.

- What's going on here? -he comes out of nowhere, passing through a door I didn't even know existed. -I could hear the screams of you two down the hall.

"Hall?"

"Is there a hallway inside that door?"

"That madwoman hit me with an apple, sir!"

"I already told you it was a mistake!" - I defend myself.

— A very strange mistake of yours. Does this house look like it has rats?

- No!

"Really no!"

"But I didn't think at the time...

"Okay, but-"

"So you agree that you purposely hurt me?"

— If I really wanted to hurt you, Vincent, I guarantee you it wouldn't have been with a fruit!

Yes, that was very childish. We were like two brothers fighting in front of their parents, trying to prove who was innocent and who was guilty.

“Can you stop? she asked, her patience still intact.

— Oh! - he points his finger at me. -Did you see? - he spoke to his master. -She just assumed she's dangerous, a murderer!

“Is this serious?

'You have revealed your intentions, Mrs Clifford!' - he said full of pride.

"Now you've decided to call me by name?" -debate. -Well, know that for you, it's "Majesty". And if you're a little more polite, I even think about letting you call me Mila.

— ridicu-

- ENOUGH! She screamed, startling us both.

— But sir —

- Silence! - he ordered. -They look like two children! -he said seeing our ownerless dog expressions. -I don't understand how they can be so immature when it comes to a stupid fruit!

Since I cannot speak, I can at least think.

"Did he really think I was going to kill him with an apple?"

"It's not possible for someone to be that stupid!"

— Can you hear me, Mila?

“H-hi?” -return to the world of consciousness being interrogated by my Greek God.

"Where did you get that outfit?"

My skin is flushed, not understanding if that had pleased or disappointed him.

'You can't just walk around like that, you're totally exposed and embarrassing!'

"Our..."

My eyes wither along with my face that is haggard, filled with humiliation. I didn't have to say anything, in fact, even Vincent could feel that twinge too, even if it wasn't him.

— Y-sir... -he looks at me sadly and looks at his master. -It's not her fault, I bought it thinking that -

- Wrong! -he blocks it. -She's a Queen, she can't be walking around like an innocent peasant, ready to be caught by the first imbecile!

Damn, what a shock.

Vincent looks at me at the same minute, knowing that the wave that had knocked him over had also sunk me twice as deep. I look at him embarrassed, sad for remembering the slights that Thomas also did to me and consequently I hug the front of my chest, covering him with my cold arms.

"You...you have no say in what I wear!" - I find strength to defend myself, even though I am in a sea of sadness.

"I don't want to meddle in your life, but—"

"But he's already in!" - I brake you with a good answer. -You've been interfering in my life since the day you decided to transform me without my consent. It's not the first time, either, that he's complained about my clothes, putting his assumptions ahead of my interests.

“You're wrong!

- Sir! - his butler admonishes him, worried about the insensitivity of his words.

- I am? -question. -Why am I wrong?

“If you knew what happens to women who dress like that, you wouldn't be disputing me.

— Do you know what I think Benjamin? - I release my body from the restraints that were my arms, going angrily towards him. -I think that the power you have, especially all the devotion that others spent millennia investing in you, ended up influencing you so much that today you can't even stand to be challenged. Your ridiculous masculinity is too weak to deal with someone who has an opinion different from yours.

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