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Princess & The Stud

By: belle90



Michael looked across the crowded ballroom and sighed. This was not his usual scene. The monkey suite felt tight around the neck, the music was a bunch of violins, the people shiny, smiley and fake. But he was trapped and it was necessary he be here.  

"Well that was a big sigh." Came a voice from his left. He turned and looked into the friendly brown eyes of his friend Nate. "It's not too late you know, you could forget this whole thing and move on, we could find our funding elsewhere."

"Why the fuck did she pick me Nate? She could have gone with anyone else but no. She exploited our weakness and our company, all for this? Like I'm some sort of stud horse." Michael growled and shoved his hand through his dirty blond hair, his green eyes blindly glaring around the ballroom. Suddenly his eyes were caught by a flash of shimmery white from a few yards away.

Nice, he thought. 

She was standing with her back to him, her back mostly laid bare. White fabric hugged the sides of her upper torso before meeting over the small of her back and falling over a luscious ass. Her hair was long, almost too long, a cascade of wavy black silk contrasting against her dress. He idly wondered what she looked like from the front. 

As if she heard his wish, she suddenly turned in profile to laugh at something her companion was saying. Large luminous eyes, probably dark, a small straight nose and full lips, nope the hair was just right as she looked like something Disney would draw. His eyes were drawn to full breasts not too big, not too small, the anger ebbed away a little to give into lust. A princess, he thought, a princess I want to fuck.

"Michael, Dame Ballbuster approaching 3 o'clock" came Nate's warning and forgetting the princess, Michael's anger and frustration came back in full force. Turning he braced himself to meet his nemesis. 

Catherine Marie San Sebastian or Dame Ballbuster (as Nate had christened her) was a very handsome and classy old lady. Old age hadn't clouded her sharp eyes, or her mind. She gave the handsome pair a thorough inspection as she approached. "Gentlemen are we enjoying ourselves?"

Michael grunted a noncommittal answer while Nate replied in a "Yes ma'am" and practically gave a military style salute. Michael rolled his eyes, yep, something about the old lady screamed authority; it even brought out Nate's military training.

Catherine smiled at Michael's brown haired friend and business partner. She'd almost picked him but he wasn't quite right. She wanted more for Lila. Her eyes went to Michael and for a moment she had some trepidation. The businessman was exactly what her empire needed but the man, how well did she know the man? Well enough, the thought to herself, he has good friends like Nate Robison, his affairs were discreet and she'd seen him staring at Lila, there was definitely attraction there. And Lila would most definitely find him attractive. 

"Let us go someplace a little more private to discuss business." Catherine turned and signaled to her ever present butler/manservant/secretary Barnes who had been arranging a plate of refreshments. They followed her up a flight of stairs to a private salon. Once seated Barnes arranged a plate and drink for his mistress he then did the same for Michael and Nate. 

Michael stared at the manservant, that's your future Hirsch, waiting on hands and feet for Dame Ballbuster. After a low conversation with Catherine, Barnes stepped out. Michael pulled at his stifling tux collar. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nate pick up a cookie, and thought eat up buddy after all it's not your funeral.

"Are you uncomfortable Michael?" asked Catherine.

"Yeah you think?" was the terse reply. Nate paused with the cookie in midair.

"It doesn't have to be this way you know, arranged marriages were once the norm, I myself had one, and you do have a say in this, you do not have to marry my granddaughter but it would be very foolish to not seriously consider my offer."

"Listen lady, you watched and stalked my company, you waited until we were at a weak point in our expansion, and exploited our weakness with your money to put us in your debt and now you want to act logical and factual with me? You're trying to buy a fucking stud for your stable-"

"Ah Lila! Come in darling, don't be afraid Mr. Hirsch and I are just having discussion." Catherine turned towards her granddaughter.

Michael saw the flash of white from the corner of his eye in the doorway. 

Fuck me no way, he thought. Yep, it was her. She was even prettier up front. Pretty, that was the perfect word for her. Long black hair framed a perfect oval face dominated by big dark eyes with heavy lashes and full lips. Pink stole into her cheeks as the three occupants continued to stare at her. Nate put down his cookie.

Catherine saw the look on Michael's face. He may change his tune yet, the thought to herself, and stifled the urge to smile. Turning back to her granddaughter who was now looking very unsure still in the doorway, Catherine urged her to her side.

"This is Lila, my granddaughter. Lila this is Mr. Michael Hirsch and this is his friend and business partner Nate Robison" Lila gave each of the men a quick glance and small smile and sat stiffly. She felt her skin prickle in preparation to sweat, oh this is attractive, she thought to herself. In all her 20 years, she had never thought she would end up in this situation. 

Suddenly Catherine stood up, "I think it's time you two became acquainted, Mr. Robison how about we give them a little privacy?"

Nate stood up, "Of course" he followed Catherine out, only to walk back in a few seconds later and grab the cookie off his abandoned plate "it's a Madeline." He shrugged and walked back out leaving the two remaining occupants alone.

Michael barely noticed. Look up princess, he thought to himself and once again as if she heard him she gave a quick look up and was caught in his gaze. 

Clear green eyes pierced her own and Lila couldn't look away. He was big, his large frame looked slightly ludicrous on the settee. Dirty blonde hair was cut short and a little mussed as if he'd run his fingers through it, Lila suddenly felt the urge to tame the stray hairs. His face was handsome but hard, a man's face, not an inch of boyishness to it. He was fairly young, 28 according to her grandmother's files, so the hardness surprised her. The files had contained very detailed information on him, he had no family, as his parents had both died when he was young and he'd been raised by an Uncle who had passed away a few years ago. Earning his place at the university on a full scholarship, he had graduated from college and created one of the most promising companies in the state. But there were no pictures in the file. Why no picture? It would've been good to have been prepared for this, for him. 

"Hello princess." Lila started, shocked out of her trance by his voice and felt her face heat up, how long had she been staring?

"Princess?" Lila looked away from him, to avoid being trapped again by his gaze. "I don't understand."

"You look like a princess, like a fucking cartoon drawing. So, why is your grandmother wanting to set you up with me? And why are you willing to go along with this? To marry a stranger? Share his bed? Have his babies? Or are you already pregnant and grammy is trying to buy the bastard a daddy?"

Lila's mouth dropped open and her eyes snapped back to his. "What? I... never... dear god no! I've never even had..." Lila stopped, completely flustered, she felt tears sting her eyes. This was a nightmare, how had she gotten into this situation? And did he just say she looked like a cartoon? 

Michael suddenly felt like a bastard as he saw tears well up in her eyes. Then her words sank in. "You've never what? Had sex?" When she continued to stare at the floor and didn't utter a denial Michael groaned. He didn't know if he wanted to walk out or join her on that sofa and adjust her virgin status. 

Then he thought about it, he'd worked long and hard to make his and Nate's business a success, it was galling to think how Dame Ballbuster had busted his carefully laid plans with her cunning and money but if he married her granddaughter, all that money and power would be at his disposal. While he seethed at the thought of being blackmailed, this was a win win for him. He looked at Lila, in more ways than one.

Michael had never seriously thought about marriage. He'd had a trust fund baby brat girlfriend in college that had pretty much soured him on women. If and when he did get married it was going to be someone from his own class with values and morals. Until then he'd engaged in a few casual affairs. But Lila was different, a rich trust baby yes, but so innocent. She'd clasped her hands in her lap, hunching over a little and not realizing the cleavage line she was creating for his viewing pleasure. He felt his dick harden up as he continued to stare.

What was wrong with him? This was perfect. She was perfect. No he hadn't wanted this but now, looking at her he didn't know why he was fighting so hard. Life was fucked up and anything he had in life, he had worked hard for. Now finally he was having something handed to him on a silver platter and while he was apprehensive, he knew he'd be a stupid asshole to throw it away.

Lila was miserable. She'd been nervous enough tonight, parties always made her nervous and the fact that she was going to meet the man her grandmother had chosen for her had been terrifying. Kate, her sister, had been trying to keep her cheerful and laughing the whole night. Kate wouldn't have taken his insulting remarks lying down, she would've put her fist to his nose in seconds, but then again Kate wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place. Grandmother knew better then to even ask. 

Footsteps alerted her that her companion was moving, suddenly Michael was there sitting next to her on the sofa, Lila blinked up at him.

"I'm sorry. That comment was rude. I apologize but being blackmailed isn't something a guy can take easily you know?" Michael smiled at her, "Is this something you want?"

Lila forgot to breath for a moment, he was beautiful when he smiled. He raised an eyebrow when she failed to reply for a minute, so Lila rushed to answer, "It doesn't matter what I want, I will do my duty."

"Good." He leaned in and kissed her. The first kiss was a shy meeting of the lips. Lila froze and then burned when he next licked her across the lips. She gasped and he used the opportunity to lick inside. His hands were at her waist and he eased her back and came down on her. Lila came out of her haze a little to push him back but he gave her another kiss, this time touching his tongue to hers. Her hands curled around his shoulders and touched her tongue back.

Damn she tasted good, sweet like strawberries. Michael continued to ply her with kisses as his hands smoothed down her body and finally cupped the ass he'd been admiring earlier. Her hesitant tongue became bolder, wrapping around his and he couldn't help but gather the gown up over her knees. Lila didn't even notice. Feelings were overwhelming her, he was so big and strong and her center ached. Suddenly he cupped her wet cunt. Lila cried out but it was muffled by his mouth. He petted her through her panties. Lila couldn't believe this was happening, her hands had curled up once again to push him away but the feelings his petting was creating in her were sapping her strength. She lay helpless to the intense erotic feelings running through her body.

Michael let go of her lips to take a look at his princess. Damn, he thought, lying down her breasts had rounded under the strapless bodice of her dress. He tried to gently pull the material down, but it clung to her skin.

"Body tape." Came Lila's breathless voice. He looked at her and smiled. He pealed the dress down a little more firmly and the material came down her breasts. Two beautiful pink nipples topped creamy white tits. Sliding his hand beneath her panties he lowered his head to her tits. At the first lick of his tongue on her nipple and his fingers on her bare pussy, Lila arched up and cried out as she came. The sensations were too much for her to handle, not even the romance novels she read had prepared her for this, the reality of being touched.

"Damn baby you're hot." He whispered as she came down. He'd taken off her panties and removed his coat in the aftermath of her orgasm and he'd bent her knee up so his hand had easier access to her now sopping cunt. He bent his head down again to lick, suck and bite her nipples. Lila felt her body begin to build again. What was he doing to her? Her cunt was beginning to feel that pleasure pain again and she watched his head at her chest, his cheeks hollow out as he sucked. He looked up at her as her ran his tongue around one nipple then the other. Lila clutched the back of his head and groaned. 

"Yeah princess, that's it, moan for me baby." Michael whispered.

Michael slid down until he was between her legs and staring straight at her beautiful luscious pussy, it was a beautiful pink that matched her nipples. Lila started as she realized where Michael was looking, embarrassment began to encroach through her lust haze. Realizing her legs were tensing as if she was going to close up to him, Michael grasped her clit with his thumb and forefinger. Lila screamed from the pleasure pain of it. 

"Keep your legs open baby, I'll make it better." He bent and took it into his mouth. Lila gave a ragged moan and he looked up from between her legs. He looked past her heaving tits, past that kiss swollen panting mouth to her confused and hazy dark eyes. He ran his tongue round and round her clit, gave it a gentle suck and then brought his tongue down to the entrance of her pussy. His dick was throbbing but he ignored it, her cunt was the sweetest he'd ever tasted and it was his. She was his. He swirled his tongue around the entrance to her pussy and pushed a little inside and then when back to her clit. Mine he thought, all mine. Within a few minutes Lila had her third orgasm, when she came back to earth he was still mouthing her tender pussy, it was too much.

Lila pushed him away, "Please, I can't." She whispered. 

Michael moved back up her body to give her a kiss, "It's okay princess, now it's my turn."

Lila tasted herself on his tongue then his words sank through, she pushed him back "No, we're not married, we can't."

Michael grinned, "After all that? No baby, it hurts the first time, we do it this time and there will be no pain on our wedding night or honeymoon."

"But you didn't want to marry me, I heard what you were saying to grandmother." Lila's mind was swirling, what had happened? He had been insulting her one minute and had her on her back the next minute. Good god, what if someone had come in to check on them?

"I changed my mind. I don't want to talk anymore." He bent back down to kiss her, and put his fingers back between her legs. Lila struggled against the erotic lethargy threatening to overwhelm her, he suddenly stuck his finger up her pussy. Lila gasped, "Stop someone might come."

Michael didn't answer. Nothing mattered but his need to get inside her, he continued to plunge his finger inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Lila cried out as the sensations began to radiate from her cunt again, and her nipples throbbed in sympathy. He added another finger and it hurt Lila a little, it wasn't the erotic pleasure pain from before, it was a slight sting. Feeling her tense a little Michael bent his head to suck hard on a nipple to distract her. He unzipped himself with his other hand. His dick sprang out against Lila's thigh. Lila felt the heat, but was distracted as Michael bent to her other tit and settled squarely between her thighs. 

He took out his fingers and placed his dick on the entrance to her pussy. He looked into Lila's dark eyes and pushed in. Lila felt intense pressure and then pain, "Michael stop."

"It's okay pretty princess, let me in." Michael whispered, his face flushed. Damn she was tight, it felt so good. With a lunge he pushed all the way in, he buried his face in her neck, his cock throbbed in the tightest and wettest hot cunt in the world. "God you feel good princess, your cunt feels so good." Michael couldn't help himself, he began to move plunging in and out, he felt his balls draw up. He continued to fuck her at a furious pace. 

Lila was trying to deal with the pain. It hurt, but slowly the pain seemed to ebb. It didn't quite feel good but it was okay. Michael suddenly reared up, Lila looked at him but his eyes were down there, watching himself fuck into her. Lila studied him, he still had his shirt on but a few buttons were undone and it stuck to his torso with his sweat. His pants were still on except at the place where his cock was out to fuck her. She on the other hand was mostly naked, her breasts shook with his thrusts, her dress was bunched around her midsection. 

Michael watched his dick appear and then disappear into her pretty pink cunt. Suddenly Michael cried out, his head thrown back, eyes closed, he leaned forward, froze, his hips bucked a few times and he slumped on her. Lila felt a sudden warmth trickle out where they were joined.

Suddenly a thought came to Lila like a thunderbolt. Oh my god he came inside me! He didn't wear a condom.

Princess & The Stud Ch. 02



Nate hastily closed the French doors behind him as he escaped into the relative safety of the hallway with his prize safely in hand. Today had been one hell of a day and he hadn't had a proper meal between the madness at the office and making sure Michael was kept contained, the poor bastard. He felt a faint unease at leaving that poor defenseless girl in there with his glowering friend but knew Michael would never hurt a woman, let alone poor Bambi in there.

His stomach rumbled. He brought the Madeline cookie up to his mouth for a bite.

"Who the fuck are you?" came a peeved voice behind him.

Startled, Nate's fingers pinched the cookie a little too hard and it crumbled, to drop to the ground. Nate sighed, gave the dropped cookie a rueful smile and turned around.

Cleopatra stood before him in all her glory. Shiny blue black hair was cut to shoulder length, while straight cut bangs skimmed perfectly arched brows and provided a startling contrast to her white skin, electric blue eyes and sinful red lips. A black flapper dress hugged her tall, slim frame. Nate's half smile turned into a grin.

"You owe me a cookie. God couldn't have created those lips to say such words, except in the context of the bedroom. Of course there they would be alright... as dirty, dirty pillow talk. I'm Nate Robison."

Cleopatra gave him a disgusted look and arched her eyebrow even further.

"The stupid asshole's fucking business partner." She muttered under her breath. "Where's my sister?"

Nate blinked, "Sister?"

"Yes, my sister... Lila. Is she still up here?", both eyebrows came down in a glower when Nate didn't immediately respond.

"You're Bambi's sister? Why weren't you here earlier?"

"I was banished. Grandmother was afraid I was going to start trouble." She smirked. "I just saw the barracuda downstairs and I want to make sure Lil is okay."

"She's fine." Nate automatically responded.

So this was the older black sheep. He'd had some preliminary information on the Sebastian family and he'd idly wondered why Dame had negotiated for her younger granddaughter when the older one was still unmarried. Word was that she was rebellious and the old Dame wasn't able to control her. Seemed like the information was pretty accurate.

Katie shifted and stared at the man in front of her. He stared straight back with the same stupid smile on his face. What the fuck was he smiling at? And why wasn't he answering her question?

"Well...?" prompted Kate.

"Well?" responded Nate.

"Where's my sister? And why the hell are you smiling like that?"

"You're charming."

"And you're creepy." She countered.

Nate laughed.

Katie blinked and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling back. What was wrong with her? Sure he was cute but he'd made a pass at her earlier. Typical male, she told herself sternly, don't be fooled.

"So where is she?" Katie asked again.

Nate opened his mouth to respond when they heard a feminine cry from down the hallway. Worried blue eyes met widened brown ones. Katie pushed Nate aside and rushed down the hallway.

Accidentally stepping on the fallen cookie crumbs, Nate tried but failed to keep his balance and fell to the floor. Picking himself up, he limped towards where Cleopatra had rushed off to. Turning around the corner he crashed into a soft warm body and braced himself for impact with the floor once again.

"Uff."

"Ouch!" came Cleopatra's breathless voice below him.

Nate felt the sensation of soft feminine curves cushioning his body. He opened his eyes and met beautiful blue ones. "Lady you're dangerous."

Katie moaned, "Get off of me, I can't breathe." Nate flipped onto his back and reversed their positions so she was on top. "This better? It works for me."

"Just give me a minute." Kate laid her head down onto his chest. "Thank god for the carpeting in this section of the hallway. I could've died."

"I got you." Nate replied and moved his hands down her body.

Kate flinched. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked in clipped tones.

"Just wanting to make sure there are no broken bones." He smoothly countered.

"That's enough!" She quickly scrambled off him as his hands cupped her ass. She moved to sit near him on the floor. Nate sat up too.

"Well hell Cleo. You definitely know how to knock a man on his ass. What was your hurry?"

Kate's face turned red. "I thought that was Lila so I rushed down to that room. But it wasn't Lila. It's some guy and girl fucking. Good god I almost walked in until I realized what he was doing to her. What is it with some people? No class. Can't they wait to get home? Animals!"

Nate blinked and then shook his head.

"What room?"

"Right on the left right there. Hey we should get a move on. They could come out any second and I don't want to know who they are."

"Is it the first door past that table with the vase?"

"Uh yeah, why? You want to go take a peek pervert?"

"And you're sure they were having... sex?"

"Yes."

Nate's jaw dropped open. Katie peered at him, wondering if he was okay. Had he hit his head in the fall? Maybe he was discombobulated from their crash. His preppy side parted hair was mussed and his big brown eyes seemed dazed. The dimples had disappeared since he was no longer smiling. Her eye was drawn to his wide shoulders. He wasn't incredibly tall, maybe an inch or two taller than her but he was built. She'd felt like she'd hit a brick wall when she'd crashed into him.

Katie felt a faint attraction to him. He just seemed so wholesome and nice, even with the bedroom comment earlier. She didn't want to like him, he made her nervous. She was probably just horny from the scene a second ago, courtesy of the porno couple down the hall.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked. She held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Nate looked at her and grinned. "I'm okay."

Katie blinked. He sure smiled a lot. He was even prettier when he smiled. She scowled, "Answer the question."

"Three fingers. Seriously I'm okay. Hey uh, did you want to go down to the party... uh. What's your name?"

"Katie." She automatically replied as her brain began clicking. Why had he been asking so many questions about the couple down the hall? Wait a minute. No, she told herself mentally. No way. But what if it was? What if it was and it wasn't consensual? Katie abruptly straightened.

Nate noticed her body movement right away. Katie rushed to her feet and began moving towards the doors. Nate was up and after her in a flash but too late as Katie opened the doors and rushed in. Nate made it to the doors right behind her in time to take in the erotic scene.

Michael was seated at the sofa, with his hand on his pant zipper and torso stretched protectively over a partially nude feminine form. Her hair was tumbled underneath her and dress was bunched up at the waist. Lila had reflexively used her arms to cover her breasts while Michael thankfully blocked the view of the south.

"Oh my god." Nate wasn't sure if the words had come from Katie's mouth or his.

**********

Several things seemed to happen at once.

"You fucking bastard!" Kate snarled and made at attempt to lunge at Michael.

"Woah!" Nate snagged her around the waist to haul her back.

Lila turned onto her side, away from the door to to adjust her dress. Michael grabbed his jacket from where it was draped on the sofa and placed it over her.

Dame Ballbuster stepped back into the room with Barnes in tow, to find her oldest granddaughter shrieking obscenities and kicking at Nate Robison's legs, while that gentleman seemed to be trying to contain her in some sort of basket hold. Her youngest granddaughter was red faced, sprawled on a sofa and adjusting her clothing while using a men's jacket as a blanket. While a jacket-less and mussed Michael Hirsch stared dazedly at the scene before him.

Dear god, she thought to herself, I was only gone 20 minutes.

"Katie! Stop that racket this instance!"

Catherine's voice seemed to crack across the room like a gunshot. Katie froze and stumbled as Nate abruptly let her go. Lila righted herself and with a wince scooted away from Michael on the sofa. While the dazed look disappeared from Micheal's face and the scowl he usually wore settled back where it belonged. The stillness didn't last long.

"What the fucking hell were you doing to my sister?!?!" screeched Katie. Nate physically flinched.

Michael looked blankly at the shrieking harridan for a minute. After a quick shake of his head, his gaze slid to Dame Ballbuster and he smirked, "Just sampling the goods darling. Getting a taste of what was being offered."

"I'm killing this asshole. Barnes! Go get grandfather's gun."

Lila had gasped at Micheal's words. Hurt, guilt and shame quickly passed over her face. 

As she watched the tears well up in her granddaughter's eyes, Katherine felt like shooting the bastard herself. But she'd known this was going to be difficult. With the exception of Lila, young people these days seemed to prize their independence and right to make decisions no matter how wrong or unsound they were. They simply had no respect for their elders or the experience and guidance they could provide.

"Yes, Miss Katie."

"Stop Barnes. There will be no need of a gun. Katie, please stop making a scene and watch your language. Take Lila to her room please."

Katie stared uncomprehendingly at her grandmother. "Did you just hear what he said? You wanted this bastard for Lila? Do you even give a shit-"

"That's enough!" Catherine's voice cracked across the room once again. "Get your sister upstairs. Now."

When Katie just continued to stare at her, Lila got up and gathered the jacket close around her. "Please Katie let's go."

The sound of Lila's tear-filled voice seemed to snap Katie out of her trance and she moved towards her sister. She put her arm around Lila and guided her out of the room. Catherine noted that Micheal's smirk has disappeared at Lila's gasp and guilt had settled over his features as Katie escorted Lila out. As soon as he realized Dame was watching him, the scowl was back in a flash.

"When I left you here to get acquainted with Lila, I had not meant biblical sense. Lila's an innocent girl Mr. Hirsch and I had you pegged as a gentleman of good character. Seducing an innocent girl is quite beneath you."

Michael felt his face heat as guilt began to fill him again. What the hell? He'd been the injured party here. Catherine Sebastian had been blackmailing him. 

But shit! She was right. He'd known within five minutes that Lila hadn't had anything to do with his predicament. Lust had overwhelmed him as soon as he'd laid eyes on her, then he'd wanted to literally lay on her. He'd seduced a virgin, a sweet innocent and nice girl. And then the icing on the shit cake was that he'd humiliated her in front of her family. Well he'd insulted her before that also with his crack about her being pregnant. 

How the hell had this happened? He needed to get home and get his head straight.

"I'll marry her."

His words were met with silence, they'd even shocked him once they came out of his mouth. He could feel Nate gaping at him. Dame Ballbuster looked straight into his eyes, her eyes seemed to pierce into his own, as if she were weighing his words.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I mean yes. I'm sure. Look it's been a long night. I uh... want to talk to Lila. Not right now. I'll swing by tomorrow after work, if that's okay." Micheal rubbed his forehead and ran his hand through his hair. "Can I go now?"

The Dame continued to stare into his eyes for another minute. Finally satisfied with god knows what, she nodded. "Of course. Lila will expect you tomorrow. Barnes, please see the gentleman out."

"Of course madam... gentlemen please follow me."

They were out to the parking lot before Michael realized that Nate was having trouble keeping up and seemed to be limping.

"What happened to you?"

"Katie Sebastian. Can I ask what the fuck you're doing?"

Micheal's laugh was without humor. "Not a god damn clue. God I need a drink, let's get out of here."



Princess & The Stud Ch. 03



Lila stared at her reflection. It was like staring at a stranger. Each feature was the same, but she was somehow altered. Amazingly enough, once she'd gotten Katie to calm down she had taken a shower and gone to bed to fall straight asleep. She hadn't thought about her first sexual experience, the bastard she'd had it with, the possibility she might be pregnant or the humiliation that she'd betrayed herself so easily to a complete stranger.

It sort of felt like she was still asleep, everything seemed removed and disconnected. It was probably a blessing because she'd taken the news grandmother had given a few minutes ago quite well because of it.

"Lila, Michael will be coming by after 5 today. He has made reservations for dinner so dress accordingly. He has agreed to this arrangement and it is only fitting that the two of you get better acquainted. Now darling, I understand his behavior last night was unfortunate and you may have some reservations towards this marriage. But we should remember that Michael is a very independent individual. He has been on his own since a very young age. I should've realized that he wouldn't take very well to... direction. Perhaps I should have given him more time to adjust to the idea before introducing you. But all's well that ends well, and the boy has come around. "

Lila didn't say a word. She couldn't verbalize the dread that filled her stomach at her grandmother's words. How could she? She owed her grandmother so much. It was better to sacrifice then disappoint the only person in the world that mattered to her, besides Katie. Unlike her grandmother and sister, Lila had no knack for business and had never been able to add anything worthwhile to the family empire. 

Michael Hirsch may hate her but marrying him would insure the stability of the company. Katie was too impulsive and green to take over at the moment and grandmother's health wasn't what it used to be. 

A normal day would have been spent volunteering. She would be walking shelter animals, organizing fundraisers or charity events. While she had no drive or talent for business, she strangely excelled in working in the non-profit arena. Katie thought that she was being stubborn, that the talent she used in her charities could be utilized at Sebastian Industries. What Katie didn't understand that Lila performed well in volunteering because she felt needed. At Sebastian Industries... there was no need for her.

She'd thought she was starting her period when she woke up this morning, only to realize it was the wrong time of the month and the ache was due to what happened the night before. A long soak in the bathtub had her feeling much better. Pinning up her hair into a low bun, light make-up and her purple v-neck jersey sundress had her feeling confident. She could do this. The strange mood she'd woken up to this morning would help her stay aloof, calm and together. Michael Hirsch would not meet the same Lila he had last night.

Lila looked away from the mirror and went downstairs to settle in the library. If she could lose herself in a good horror book, she would manage to stay distracted. Instead of reading, she found herself staring out the window. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Lila abruptly straightened. As soon as her gaze connected with jade green eyes, the calm stillness shattered into a million pieces and the world came to life, leaving Lila feeling front, center and exposed. She felt the prickles begin in her armpits, the first sign of glands preparing to sweat, and quickly looked down as tears began to sting her eyes. Good god, what was wrong with her? Why was she so inept? 

Michael froze in the doorway. God damn it. She looked achingly beautiful as he remembered but so sad. He'd been a complete asshole to her. He should apologize, just as he was about to open his mouth he realized Barnes was still behind him. No, he wasn't apologizing in front of Dame Ballbuster's lapdog. They needed to get out of here so they could be alone. He cleared his throat, "Lila, you ready?"

******************

Michael glanced at Lila. She had sat quietly for the ride so far, a quick look at his dashboard let him know that only 15 minutes had passed but it seemed like it had been an hour. She sat stiffly, her head turned to look out the passenger side window. He had a feeling that sitting in a restaurant wasn't going to help her or him unwind any. He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Startled, Lila turned towards him, her nervousness forgotten. Once again their eyes connected and held until Lila looked away down to her lap. 

"This isn't going to work." Michael announced.

Lila looked back up, "What?"

"This. This isn't going to work. Look I need to apologize."

Lila felt her stomach churn, was he changing his mind about marriage?

"Yesterday, I was angry and I'm not a nice guy when I'm angry. I'm sorry I took it out on you." Feeling strangely relieved, Lila looked back up at him but he was staring intently at the steering wheel. 

"This is awkward and I don't think a restaurant is going to be the right place to help us relax and talk. How about we go for some pizza instead?"

He looked back up and Lila quickly looked away to avoid meeting his eyes. She didn't really feel like going to a restaurant either. She nodded.

"Great."

A few minutes later they pulled onto a residential street. The homes weren't very new but the neighborhood seemed safe and clean. They pulled into a driveway of a single story unobtrusive home. It was neat and clean but certainly not what she'd imagined his home would be like. She'd pictured him in a sleek penthouse type place. His business was successful, what was he doing in this modest neighborhood.

"I thought we were going to for pizza?" Lila asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, we'll order in. My place isn't much but it's cozy and private unlike the mausoleum you call home."

Lila bit her lip, wondering if he was making another dig at her expense. She didn't know what to make of him; he had almost been nice earlier. The apology was a step in the right direction. But she felt a little afraid of him after being on the receiving end of his cruelty yesterday. "Uh, I shouldn't have said that. It came out wrong. It's a beautiful mansion but not to my taste."

Michael excused himself shortly after they entered the house. Lila sat on the single couch in the family room. So he didn't like her home? Would that mean he wouldn't be moving in after marriage? Would this be her new home? Lila looked around in interest. It was bare but clean. It looked like there had been some updates. There was crown molding in the dining room and family room. Granite countertops gleamed from the kitchen. It was small but could be cozy with a few small additions. 

Michael came back in wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Lila felt the nervousness creep back up again. She watched him pick up his cell phone and make the order over the phone. His well worn jeans lovingly cupped his butt and his t-shirt stretched over broad shoulders outlining the v shape of his upper torso. She tried to keep the image of that same torso moving over her body from yesterday and was partially successful. Somehow she would hold it together. 

He came back into the room and took a seat on the other end of the couch.

"Pizza should be delivered in half an hour." Lila nodded.

"Look, I apologized earlier but I want to emphasize that I really am sorry. I can have a short temper but I've never taken it out on a woman. Being blackmailed and controlled by Dame- uh your grandmother brought me to a new low. It was everything last night... the party, the suit, having this business that not only I but also my friend spent so much blood and sweat building being threatened... I was out of control. If you marry me, I promise I will do my best to not ever treat you to that side of me again."

Lila looked up at him, straight into his eyes and saw genuine remorse. She looked away and after a slight pause and sighed.

"I don't know... I should probably say its okay and I understand your feelings yesterday. And I do understand a bit... but I wouldn't ever treat anyone the way you treated me and I didn't deserve it."

"No you didn't. I'm sorry."

Lila bit her lip and nodded.

A minute passed by and neither one said anything but the silence wasn't awkward. Each could sense the other was taking a minute to settle thoughts and feelings. Lila felt some of her nervousness ebb; she genuinely believed he was sorry, perhaps they could make a fresh start. Michael studied her profile, if she agreed to marry him, he would be happy to spend the rest of his years gazing at the sweep of her lashes, slope of her pert nose and... he looked away as his gaze lingered on those lips. Whoa, he'd just apologized for yesterday; he couldn't pull a dick move by trying to jump her bones again.

"So... do you think you want to give this a try? We could date like normal people and then decide if we click or not."

Lila looked at him, a bit puzzled. "But grandmother said that you had agreed."

"Well, I think that you're in the same position I am. While I'm being forced by having my company threatened... you're being forced by familial bond. But the difference is that while I think you're a genuinely nice person and any guy who married you would be lucky. After my behavior yesterday, you don't have the same piece of mind regarding my character. I want you to have that piece of mind. So let's date. The Dame doesn't need to know."

He smiled a genuine smile and she felt her heart thump. The sternness of his usual expression gave way to reveal almost a hint of boyishness. 

"Why do you call grandmother Dame?"

"Uh... she seems like a Dame?"

"Oh."

"So tell me about yourself, I know you don't work for SSE but you're not a socialite. What do you do?"

Lila told him about her charity work and the shelter. He seemed genuinely interested and she relaxed and opened up a bit more. They talked about pets, she was never allowed to have any and he shared stories about his uncle's dog which had died a few years after his uncle. She asked him about his company and he talked about how after Stanford he'd worked for a private firm. After Nate had discharged, they'd pooled their money to start Hiron Technologies. 

The flow of conversation continued unabated through pizza delivery and consumption. Lila felt flushed and excited. She was talking to an attractive male, and making sense and making him laugh. The evening had completely turned around and she felt happy.

Michael polished off his last slice and settled back onto the sofa. He suddenly focused on Lila's plate.

"Are you still on the first slice?"

Lila gave a sheepish smile, "I'm a slow eater."

"Well thank goodness we didn't go to the restaurant; we would've been there until closing time."

Lila laughed, "You should chew your food, and it's good for digestion."

Michael grinned in response. He'd thought Lillian San Sebastian was pretty and sweet. But she was more than sweet, she was good and she was more than pretty, she was beautiful. He'd thought all rich kids were vapid, spoiled, users after his experience with Danielle. How had she turned out so unspoiled?

Lila looked thoughtful when he put his questions to voice.

"Well, I didn't spend my earlier years with my grandmother. I lived with my parents until I was eight. My mother wasn't on good terms with my grandparents so they had cut her off. I didn't grow up in luxury. Money came and went very quickly. I moved in with my grandparents after my parents died. And my grandparents were determined to not repeat the same mistakes like they had with my mother."

Michael wanted to ask more about her mother but Lila seemed to be in a good place and he didn't want to bring her down again. It could wait for another time.

Lila put down her half eaten slice and got up to help pick up the remains of dinner.

"You're done eating?"

"Yes."

"You just ate a slice and a half."

"Yes, I'm full."

"It doesn't seem like enough."

Lila continued to refuse another slice and carried the carton and piled plates to the kitchen. Michael trailed her. He tried to stop her from loading the dishwasher but she insisted. It felt strange to have her moving around in his living space and realize that she would soon be living with him and this would also be her kitchen. He knew he'd given her an option to back out earlier but, she would say yes, he knew it not by arrogance but by a sense of destiny. Lila turned from the dishwasher to find Michael watching her.

The look in his eyes wasn't the predatory lust she had seen yesterday. His eyes held warmth and desire and rather then look away in embarrassment and confusion; she wanted to drown in them. She felt her cheeks heat and a smile curve her lips. He stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips to pull her in closer. Lila closed her eyes as he leaned in.

"I probably shouldn't do this, it's too soon. But I so need to, just a kiss, I promise I'll stop after a kiss."

Lila opened her eyes once again look into his green ones and stood up on her tip toes to bring her lips to his. She felt a thrill go through his body at his groan. Her hands came up to cup the back of his head. She opened her mouth to lick at his lips. She pulled back when he opened his mouth to fuse their lips further.

"No. Yesterday you had control and I was helpless. Today I want to be in control."

Michael took his hands off her hips and moved back a step, "I'm sorry princess, it's too soon, and I shouldn't have kissed you. Give me a minute and I'll drive you home."

"No, I want to kiss you. But I want to be in control."

Michael looked slightly puzzled and moved to take her back in his arms again. Lila stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

"I want to touch you, but you can't touch me. You said you were sorry about yesterday. Prove it. Give me back the control you took."

A part of Lila couldn't believe what she had just asked of him but she knew what she wanted, what she needed. He was so beautiful and she wanted to touch him, to have him again in that way but on her terms. He was by nature a leader and giving in wouldn't come lightly to him but he would agree. He would say yes, something had shifted between them tonight, he would understand why she needed this from him. 

Michael held out his hand to her and led her to his bedroom. He didn't know how the hell he would be able to let her touch him and take the lead without touching her back. But if he managed to hold himself in check he could fix some of the damage from yesterday. He hadn't been completely unaware of her during his fuck frenzy yesterday, he knew she hadn't climaxed.

He laid down on the bed and made room for her to slide in next to him. Lila didn't hesitate, she leaned in and kissed his lips, licked them, kissed his ear, slid them down his cheek to the softer skin at his neck. Michael leaned his head to the side to give her better access. Lila felt powerful and painfully aroused. The slickness between her legs should have embarrassed her but the excitement she felt wouldn't allow her to feel anything except lust.

"Open your mouth." She whispered and licked into his mouth when he complied. She caressed and teased his tongue into deep kisses and settled over him more fully. Lila thrust her fingers through his hair and continued to kiss him, grinding her pelvis against his hip. Michael fought to keep his hands firmly on the bed. Lila tugged at his t-shirt and he slightly sat up to tug it off and tossed it to a far corner of the room. As Lila began to spread kisses down his chest he moved his hands to behind his head. She licked and kissed his nipples.

She looked up to find him grinning. 

"Does it feel for you the same way it feels for me?"

"Not quite princess, they're uh, not as sensitive on guys. It does feel good though."

Lila felt mildly disappointed. The sensations that she'd felt when he'd done it to her had been amazing. Michael smiled at her expression but it quickly disappeared as she resumed her kissed and moved lower to his belly. He felt sweat break out on his brow and tried to think of other things as his kisses hit his lower belly and her hands caressed his thighs. His dick rose up begging for attention.

Lila suddenly sat up and pulled off her dress, revealing a black bra and panties. His eyes raked her torso. She lay back on top of him and gave him another kiss. He wildly kissed her back. She sat up with knees on either side of his chest and unhooked her bra. He could feel the wetness of her cunt through her soaked panties on his stomach. 

Giving him another kiss she cupped her tits and leaned close to his mouth. He ran his tongue around one pink nipple and then the other. She groaned and ground her cunt against his stomach. He latched onto one and sucked hard. Lila braced her arms on either side of his head and leaned her chest in. It felt so good, each hard suck sent her pussy a pleasurable hurt and made it weep. He let go of that nipple and took its twin into his mouth. It didn't take long for his biting, licking and sucking to make her cum. 

Lila sat up on her knees again. A flush covered Michael's cheeks and his eyes glittered with need. She almost felt enough sympathy for him to give him permission to touch her but she wanted more. Moving to one side, her hands went to the sides of her panties. Michael's eyes watched intently. Lila gently pulled them down and Michael stared at the small triangle of hair covering her pussy. Tossing them to the side, Lila looked at Michael and hesitated. No, she wouldn't give him permission yet.

Michael stared at Lila. 

"Babe you're so hot." He groaned.

She was so beautiful, her curvy white body was flushed, and her nipples and lips were red from his mouth. Her hair had come loose from her bun and fell in loose waves down her back. She moved towards the upper part of the bed and straddled his head. She widened her stance so the red delicate flesh of her pussy was revealed for his gaze and then his mouth. Lila cried out as he licked along her slit and then screamed his name has he sucked on her clit. Lila felt delirious from the sensations coming from her pussy. More of that aching pleasure pain. She withstood the torment as long as she could but then felt her knees begin to collapse. She wanted him inside her.

Lila came up away from his mouth and laid down next to him.

Looking into his green eyes she whispered "Touch me Michael."

Michael didn't hesitate. He came up over her and kissed her so she could taste herself on his lips. Keeping his mouth fused to hers he undid his pants and tossed them. He grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and pulled Lila up to stack it against the headboard and lean her against them.

"Watch." He whispered.

Lila opened her eyes to see him crouch between her open legs. His cock was poised at her pussy.

"Watch me fuck you princess."

Lila watched him caress his cock along her slit. He lifted her legs with the crook of his elbows and began to push his dick into her cunt. She whined as she watched him sink himself into her. If there was some soreness from yesterday, Lila didn't feel it. She felt his cock slowly pull out and watched it appear glistening with her juices only to slowly sink back in. So this is what he'd been watching yesterday. Her breath got heavier as she watched and felt him move in and out and Michael began to speed up the rhythm. 

Michael reached up to massage her clit and fucked her faster. Lila screamed and threw back her head, eyes closed as she felt herself splinter and start to cum. Michael leaned down to suck her tit and Lila screamed her climax. He pulled up her hips and began to piston his hips onto hers as her quivering pussy milked his dick into his climax. 




Princess & The Stud Ch. 03



He leaned down to kiss her neck as the last of his ejaculate poured into her cunt. He collapsed next to her, his arm hugging her to his side. After his heart rate slowed down and his brain returned to normal function he found Lila fast asleep. Turning off the light, he pulled the covers over her and went to the kitchen to make a quick call to the mansion to let Barnes know Lila was spending the night. He then went back to his bed and Lila.



Princess & The Stud Ch. 04



Katie Sebastian broodingly contemplated the yellow pages. She pinched the side of a few sheets between the thumb and forefingers of each hand and ripped it to the base. The tearing sound gave her a small bit of satisfaction. She'd gone through two books this morning and made it all the way to the plumbing section on this one. She was a grown up now, she couldn't throw the temper tantrums of her youth but she could take a small bit of rage off on these useless books. She didn't know where Connie continued to get them for her but somehow she managed to find one or two each month. This month would put Connie's resourcefulness to the test.

Lila had finally come home this morning, doing the walk of shame. Katie had been up awake all night worrying about her. They hadn't been at the restaurant Hirsch's harried (courtesy of Katie) secretary had provided and Katie hadn't had the foresight to get a home address out of his useless peon. And while Lila had a beautiful iphone Katie had bought her last Christmas, she never ever used it or carried it. Katie wasn't even sure Lila knew how to use it. 

Had Lila appreciated her sisterly concern? No would be an understatement. Even red faced with embarrassment, Lila had straightened her spine, met Katie's eyes and told her to mind her own business; she knew what she was doing and that she was no longer a child. Katie had been gobsmacked. Lila had never ever in all these years spoken to her that way. Heck, Lila had never spoken to anyone that way ever. It was all because of that unholy bastard Michael Hirsch.

The bastard was not only going to get the company, he was making a Stepford wife out of her little sister. And on top of everything else, she'd received a fresh memo this morning that the bastards little sidekick was going to be dropping by for a look see. The bastard in chief wasn't even going to bother coming himself, oh no, he was sending his yes man. SSE could eat their little company twice over, and he was getting it dropped into his lap but he didn't even have the courtesy to come himself. He was sending Mr. Wholesome in his place. Was it just to be insulting? Or was there another angle to this?

She looked at the clock. It was 10:47, and the board meeting with Mr. Nate Robison was in 13 minutes. Katie tossed the yellow book into the floor and picked up the local paper sitting at the corner of her desk. Grandmother certainly hadn't wasted any time. Lila's engagement to Michael Hirsch was written in beautiful bold print. Just as neatly as with the phone books, Katie tore it into half, and then less neatly into little itty bits of confetti. The memo was next to meet the same fate.

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Nate arrived at the impressive SSE headquarters at precisely 10:55. He wondered what the other board members and Dame's delectable granddaughter thought about meeting with him rather than Michael today. Unfortunately, Dame's recent stunts required Michael put in extra time to put thing's right at Hiron. And Dame herself had suggested sending Nate instead as a buffer between Michael and Katie.

With the exception of one empty seat next to Dame Ballbuster at the other end of the table the seats at the table were filled by various department heads. Nate was seated at the other end facing the Dame. At exactly 11 o'clock Katie San Sebastian made her grand entrance. Nate released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. She was just as exquisite as he remembered. 'Exquisite'? Huh, he didn't think he'd had the word in his vocabulary. 

Even without the bright red lipstick she had sported the night of the party she looked exotic with her pale skin, shiny ebony hair and dramatic brows. Without the artificial color her lips were a natural pink. But this didn't make her look any softer in the light of day, she still had the same regal bearing that had put him in mind of the Egyptian queen, well before they'd walked in on the scene with her sister and Michael that is. Suddenly as if she felt his regard she turned and looked straight at him. Oh boy, Ghost Rider didn't have anything on this lady. Her eyes were pure blue fire and burned with rage. He smiled, she bared her teeth, he wondered what she was wearing under her dark grey suit and gave her a wink. Then Dame Ballbuster began the meeting and Nate tore his eyes away to focus on business. 

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Lackey! Yes man! Toothy jerk! Katie's mental tirade continued as she marched down the hall. If that smiley idiot thought she was being taken in by his friendly demeanor, he had another thing coming. She'd been down that road before, and she knew where it led, to the land of pain and degradation. Well not all men, her grandfather had been an exception and most of their employees were decent men. But one could never tell and Kate wasn't willing to risk her self-respect to find out, plus she was only 25, what did she need a boyfriend for? There were more important things in life at the moment, like the company. And Nate Robison was a friend and partner with the bastard, birds of a feather stick together and all that.

After a quick check up with Connie, Katie walked back into her office and had barely settled in with the phone book when she heard the door open. Expecting Connie, Katie looked up with a smile and found herself looking at Nate Robison. He'd removed his jacket and had draped it over the arm holding his briefcase. His ever present smile was firmly in place but without the added wattage of his teeth. Kate's smile quickly vanished into a frown.

"What the hell do you want?"

He walked in, placed his briefcase on her desk and settled into the seat across from her. Her uncivil words or demeanor didn't seem to faze him. His warm brown eyes looked into hers, searching for something. Kate swallowed. She wasn't used to having men look at her so intently. Well they looked at parts of her but as soon as they got to her death glare, they tended to look away. She couldn't even remember David ever holding her gaze.

"Why are you so angry?"

For a second Katie was at a loss for words. There was so much that was royally pissing her off. Where to start? What could she safely share? Why did he care? How was it any of his business? 

"What makes you think I'm angry?"

"Oh I don't know Cleo. The cursing, penance stare and over all general rudeness?"

Katie smiled. It was not a friendly smile.

"You're wrong. This is how I normally am. You haven't seen angry, Prince Charming. Since you're so fond of nicknames, that's yours. " The smile vanished. "But if you can't handle it, perhaps you should run back to your little company and send the bastard, that nickname is his, to deal with me himself."

Nate's friendly smile grew intimate.

"Oh I think I'm up to the task of handling anything you dish out Cleo. In fact I think it sounds like my kind of fun." 

"If you think you're getting under my skirt, you better think again. I'm not my sister. I know your sex well enough and I know you can't provide me with anything two double AA batteries and a toy can't. Actually the toy can probably do more." 

Nate laughed, "Sweetheart, I wasn't even thinking of that. Interesting how your mind went there. But was that a challenge so I'd offer to do a side by side comparison? Kinky."

"Shut up and get out. This meeting is over."

"Actually no, it isn't. Your grandmother has assigned me to shadow you so I could learn the company more... intimately. Don't worry I won't take all of your day. Just half day for the next two weeks should do it."

Katie looked shocked. "I don't think so."

"Take it up with your grandmother. Jeez Cleo, is that a phone book? Why don't you look it up on the net or better yet plant it at your secretary's desk. She can do the drudgery of looking up things for you."

Katie wanted to scream in frustration. She was NOT going to help that bastard take over what belonged to her. She got to her feet as angry tears began to fill her eyes and her body became flush with rage. She wasn't aware of shoving his belongings off her desk, of what she was yelling or rounding the desk towards him. When she raised her hand and slapped him across the face the sound brought her back to her senses. 

"Oh." Came a soft voice from the doorway, Connie looked at them from the doorway. From her face it was certain she'd seen the slap. "Is everything alright in here?"

Katie stood immobile but Nate turned and smiled at the secretary as if nothing untoward had happened. "We're fine, go back to your desk."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Katie put her hand to Nate's face but he stepped away. "Don't. Just don't. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry. So sorry, I don't know what came over me. Please." Katie felt shaken by her loss of control. "Everything is such a mess. I've never hit anyone in my life. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. No, it's not okay but just don't do it again and it'll be alright."

Kate began to cry. Oh boy for such a beautiful girl she sure didn't cry pretty. Nate grimaced inwardly.

"No, no, no don't cry. It's actually totally okay. Just stop crying please. I was just surprised, you didn't hurt me at all."

"I cut your lip. You're bleeding."

Nate gingerly touched his mouth and then blanched when he saw the blood on his fingers. He abruptly sat down. 

He took a few deep breaths and then asked, "Hey Katie, it's okay sweetheart. Really. Hey do you think you could clean me up? I kinda don't like looking at blood."

"Oh yes, of course." Katie wiped tears from her face with the back of her hand and went to the door to ask Connie for a kit. Within the few moments of fetching the kit she had gathered herself. She carefully cleaned the small cut and disinfected it.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

Nate continued to enjoy the view down her blouse. "Oh yeah."

Finally noticing where Nate had been staring, she straightened immediately and gave him a small frown. 

"Look, I'm not usually a crazy person but you were right in what you said earlier. I'm angry. I don't want to help your friend take over my company. That rat bastard was horrible to my little sister and she's turning into this... this... doormat over him! I am angry at the situation and I took a lot of it out on you and you didn't deserve it."

"Michael isn't taking over Katie. You still have your half of-"

"But he's taking over grandmother's position. That should be mine!"

"Don't you think you're mad at the wrong person? Maybe you should talk to your grandmother." Katie bitterly laughed. "Don't you think I have? I'm too green, too impulsive and after my behavior today I'm pretty sure I've given you enough reason to agree with her."

"I also see that you're passionate and care deeply about this company."

Katie looked up into his warm brown eyes, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." There were flecks of gold in the brown of his eyes. He was a pretty boy type. Even though she would never admit it, he intimidated her. He just seemed so confident and wholesome, he made her feel inferior. Well not completely a pretty boy, his jacketless torso revealed his broad shoulders and muscled body. He wasn't a polo playing, ivy league type. Realizing they were staring at each other and that Nate had that "sex me" smile back on his face had her abruptly turning towards packing up the kit.

"Hey aren't you forgetting something?" 

Katie turned at his words, "What?"

"Aren't you supposed to kiss it and make it better?"

Katie rolled her eyes, "In your dreams."

She grabbed her purse from the desk, "Meet you here at 12 o'clock."

Ah, so she was going to let him shadow. "Where we goin'?"

She gave him a frown, but it wasn't anywhere near the death glare she'd been giving him earlier. This one was one of the cute ones that made him smile.

"We aren't going anywhere, I'm going to lunch."

Nate grabbed up his belongings from the floor, "Not to lay a guilt trip on you Cleo but I think the least you owe me is soup, since I don't feel up to chewing. So where are we going?" He followed her sashaying butt all the way to lunch.



Princess & The Stud Ch. 05



Lila stepped out of the car and onto the curb of the now familiar street. The parting smile she gave the driver turned into a delighted grin as she realized Michael was home already! He had been working late most of this week and she'd had to wait for him the last few nights. Not that she minded. She'd been given a key after their second date and she made herself welcome. She'd even tried a few recipes the cook had given her the last few nights. Tonight was his turn.

It was amazing how much she enjoyed spending time with him and how comfortable she felt with him. Especially considering how much she'd hated and dreaded the idea of marrying him two weeks ago. Lila hadn't ever had a boyfriend or spent any time in the company of men. In fact after Katie's experience, and what had become of their mother, grandmother had made sure Lila was well protected. As a result, men had always seemed like an alien species to Lila. But Michael was different, he was Michael.

There was no response to Lila's knock, so she used her key to let herself in. Lila found Michael fast asleep on the couch. A rush of tenderness hit Lila, he looked so relaxed and boyish asleep. Most of the time Michael looked cold and remote but his expression quickly changed to awareness when he focused on her. Lila always felt a thrill when it happened. It was proof that he felt something for her. But this degree of vulnerability on his face right now only came to his face when he was asleep. She'd seen it the morning after she'd... Lila's body flushed as she remembered that first night here at his house. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, she'd started her period the next day. And they hadn't repeated the experience since. Well her period had come and gone but Michael hadn't made another move. Lila had gotten birth control just in case but still, nothing. They'd spent most of their time this week just talking. They'd gone to lunch this weekend, a drive and the park without a single touch between them. Lila had hoped to change that tonight.

Well so much for that plan, Lila mused to herself. She took the blanket off the back of the sofa and draped it over him. Lila didn't suppose he'd made dinner and didn't want to wake him up or experiment in the kitchen without cook's directions to guide her. She went to Michael's room to watch some television. She kicked off her shoes, picked up the remote and settled into the bed. It smelled like him. What would it be like to wake up every morning in this bed? Lila buried her face into his pillow as her nipples tightened. Erotic, that's what it would be.

Mentally shaking herself out of her thoughts, Lila propped a pillow up behind her and flipped on the TV. Damn, no cable. But there was a DVD player. Taking a chance Lila hit play. A cock penetrating a pussy came on the screen. Lila jerked up straight in shock and fumbled to turn off the TV. Oh my god, it was pornography! Shoot the DVD was still playing, Lila hit the power button quickly to turn it off. 

Gross! Ewww! Lila mentally cringed. Michael watched that? Well... he was a guy. The image from the screen came to her mind again. Lila tried to shove it out, but it wouldn't go away. Lila wrinkled her nose and buried it in the pillow. Michael's scent filled her nose again. Did he masturbate to that? Lila was shocked at her own thoughts. She felt her insides liquefy as she imagined him laying here and watching it. She lay still for a moment or two, her insides churning. 

Suddenly getting up, Lila went to the door and cracked it open to listen. She heard Michael's soft snore. He was still asleep. Lila sat back on the bed and considered the remote. She chewed her lip and thought to herself for a moment. If she was careful, he would never know and... she was curious! Lila went back to the door and made sure it was cracked open so she could hear Michael if he came down the hall way. She turned the TV and DVD player back on and quickly hit mute to make sure no sounds from the film could cover the sound of someone walking down the hallway. The movie started from the beginning. There didn't seem to be much plot. The main guy was an investigator. He was undercover, posing as some sort of employee or handyman in the rich old man's mansion. The old man's young and busty red haired wife was making eyes at the investigator. Lila rolled her eyes at the bad acting. The scene cut to night in the investigator's room. He appeared to be fast asleep. The redhead sneaked into the room in a robe to sit down on the bed. She lifted the blanket down to expose the guys cock and then leaned down to take it in her mouth.

Lila watched in horrified curiosity. The lady was sucking it down to the base. Lila had a rudimentary idea of what oral sex entailed but to see it onscreen was a raw experience. It looked lewd, almost depraved but in spite of the faint revulsion, Lila felt herself get wet. The guy in movie woke up from his supposed slumber and pulled the redhead's face up. Their faces filled with lustful leers, and he dragged her face down to start sucking him again. 

Lila sat back up to place her pillow at the foot of the bed. This way she could lie on her stomach and grind her hips on the bed to relieve the ache in her pussy. A sudden noise had Lila jumping up to face the door. Oh god no... 

Michael stood in the doorway. Lila scrambled to turn off the TV.

"I... uh I didn't realize what..." Lila was sure her face was fire engine red. 

"Turn it back on."

Lila had been frantically trying to work the remote to turn off the DVD player. At his husky words, her eyes came back to his face. His cheeks had a faint flush, a crooked smile curved his lips and his gaze had darkened to jade.

"Turn it back on Princess."

Taking the remote from her limp hand, he turned the television back on and settled down next to her on the bed.

"Watch" Michael whispered into her ear.

Lila reluctantly turned to watch the images unfold onscreen. Detective guy had dragged the redhead up to give her a kiss. Lila felt Michael kiss her neck and sucked in a breath. Rich lady took off her robe to reveal a sheer negligee. Lila felt Michael reach up to her dress straps and pull them down, along with her bra straps, to reveal her hardened nipples. As detective guy began to kiss and fondle the redheads nipples, Lila felt Michael lean down to lightly lick hers. With a gasp Lila buried her hand in Michael's hair to pull him harder against her aching nipples. 

He resisted and pulled away to whisper, "Keep your eyes on the screen Princess, I'll make you feel good."

Pulling the dress down, Michael unhooked her bra and quickly removed the dress, leaving Lila sitting on the bed in her panties. 

God, he hadn't expected to find her watching porn in his bedroom, he'd forgotten he'd left the movie in there. So much for his plan to keep his hands off, watching her grind her hips against his bed had gotten his dick hard in a nanosecond. 

Pushing the redhead onto the bed, detective guy pulled her legs wide and settled in between them. Lila tensed in anticipation. Moving the pillow, Michael pushed her onto her back and urged her to turn her head to keep her eyes on the screen. Lila couldn't contain a moan as she felt Michael open her legs and settle between them. Opening her gently, Michael licked along her slit. Lila gasped as sensations rocked through her. He sucked sweetly at her clit and Lila cried out in pleasure, her eyes closing as her body shuddered.

"Watch the movie sweetheart."

Michael nipped her thigh, the sharp sensation was enough to startle Lila's eyes open and back to his. The meaning of his words sank through and Lila turned to look at the television again. 

The detective had his face in the redhead's cunt and was licking up and down the folds. Lila felt Michael's tongue flicking along her own pussy and gave a low moan. Another camera angle showed the redhead fingering and lightly pulling at her nipples. Lila felt Michael's hands cover her own, he loosened her grip on the bed sheet and guided her hand to her nipples. Lila felt her breasts, they were soft and sensitive. Mimicking the redhead, Lila teased her nipples into harder points and then lightly pulled. Her body shuddered from the sensations of Michael's tongue at her pussy and her own fingers teasing her tits.

Michael watched Lila tease and torment her breasts. Her nipples were flushed a dark pink and watching her delicate hands plucking at them was driving him crazy. Once he got her off, he was going to lick and suck her tits for an hour. 

Time for orgasm one. He stiffened his tongue and licked low to her opening and then inside. Burrowing his face into her cunt he began to tongue fuck her.

Forgetting the movie, Lila's hands flew to the back of Michael's head. What was he doing to her? It was too much but she found herself pulling him closer and pumping her hips against his face. Michael pulled his tongue out of her honeyed pussy to attack her clit, he flicked his tongue against it and then gave it strong suction. Lila came apart, thrusting her chest up and her hips down as her orgasm broke. Michael watched from his position between her legs. 

Before she could come down, he was up and over her. Giving a lick to one nipple and then settling his mouth firmly on the other, he pushed his dick up inside her convulsing pussy. The swollen flesh at first resisted. She'd only done this a handful of times but the wetness in her cunt helped ease him the rest of the way. Letting her nipple go, Michael pulled the pillow from behind her head, he pushed it under her back, so her tits were pushed up within easy distance to his mouth.

Lila came down one peak, only to begin climbing another. Michael pushed both her tits together to suck both nipples at once. Lila buried her hands in his hair. Each tug radiated sensation to her pussy and each thrust of his cock radiated sensation back and throughout her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Michael kept the rhythm smooth and steady but in spite of his intentions it didn't last long.

He lightly tugged on her nipple with his teeth and Lila moaned his name. His eyes met her swirling dark pools and he couldn't help but fuck faster. Her soft "please" shot his intentions to hell. Picking up her hips in his hands he began to piston his dick in and out of her tight cunt. He was being rough but looking into her eyes, he knew it felt good to her. Her lips formed an O, her shuddering tits with their glistening tips moved back and forth in tandem with his thrusts. As her orgasm hit, her pussy began milking his cock. One, two, three more thrusts and Michael joined her, letting her hungry pussy have all of his hot sperm. Shaking in the aftermath, Michael had enough presence of mind to pull the pillow out from underneath her and then slumped on her.

Lila hugged him to her, her hands soothingly running up and down his back. His weight felt good on her. When he moved to get off her, she wrapped her arms around him to keep him in place. After another minute he moved onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He kept one arm around her but used the other one to turn off the television with the remote. 

They stayed that way for a few minutes and then she heard his stomach rumble. Lila lifted her head to look at him and they both laughed.

"Pizza?" He asked.

"Pizza." She agreed. ********************** "So pizza night is becoming sex night?" Michael mused. "We should order pizza more often."

Lila rolled her eyes as she picked up her plate. Michael quickly got up to help clean up.

"So how are things at work?"

"Good. Everything is finally back on track where it was supposed to be. I'll need to visit SSE soon. Nate's had to handle that for me far too long."

Lila stopped in her tracks, "Wait, what do you mean Nate's been handling... What has Nate been handling?"

Michael quirked a brow, "SSE. I haven't had time to go over there, he's been shadowing your sister. Hasn't she told you?"

Lila looked away, "Kate hasn't... we're not exactly on speaking terms right now."

"What do you mean? You two have a fight?"

"Sort of, well... yes we did."

"Nate's been shadowing her for over a week now. Have you guys been fighting for that long?"

Lila felt tears sting her eyes. She never fought with her sister. This was the first time she could remember not speaking to her. Michael took the plate out of her hands and placed it on the kitchen counter, and then took her into his arms.

"Hey, Princess... don't cry. " He kissed the top of her head as Lila gave into tears. 

"Sweetheart, she's your sister, just talk to her. It'll be okay."

Snuggling into his embrace, Lila felt better and brought herself into control. Thinking on his words, she knew he was right. She would talk to her as soon as she got home.

Leaning back, Lila looked up into his eyes, "Thank you." she whispered.

Michael smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. 

"You're welcome."

Lila smiled back at him and then tucked her head beneath his chin again.

"Uh princess?"

Lila looked up in inquiry.

"You're welcome to borrow from my modest porn collection any time."

Lila pushed back from his embrace to punch him in the shoulder, but he was laughing too hard to even notice.

******

Katie watched Nate Robison. He was on the other side of her desk, studying the sheet in front of him, brows were lowered in concentration. Though she was loath to admit it, his usual smiling disposition was charming. But serious and frowny on him... looked dead sexy.

She wanted to round the desk, climb into his lap and lick him. She'd start with his perfect nose, those perfect lips and when he smiled, she was going to lick into his mouth and suck his tongue.

What the hell was wrong with her? She was turned on by a guys fucking eyebrows and nose for god's sake! Lately, she'd even begun to dream about him. In her dream they'd fucked in the board room on the damn conference table. 

But the reoccurring dream was here, in her office. On her desk. Her bent over it and him thrusting from behind. Her dreams disturbed her. Not because they were about sex but because he was dominating her in them, over her, on top of her, behind her, even when dream Katie took the top position, he held her hips and controlled the rhythm. She couldn't even get off in her dream!

She woke up with her nipples hard and her pussy wet, having to use her vibrator on her clit to release the tension.

Katie didn't give up control. Ever. David had been a very valuable lesson but he hadn't been the first. Her parents had provided prime examples of what happened when you let your basic nature rule you. No, David hadn't been the first lesson, but he'd been the last one she'd needed. This whole week with him had been spent in denial. She hadn't been as rude and crazy as the first day but she hadn't been warm and fuzzy either. She'd thought that by not reacting, he would stop flirting and if he stopped flirting then this constant awareness of him, his masculinity and her femininity would go away. 

Fat chance! Nothing fazed Nate Robison. He was the most confident man she had ever met. His confidence was straight up sexy, so Katie had come up with another plan.

She was going take control. She was going to fuck Nate Robison. Once she had him, her fascination would be satisfied and she could go back to normal.

Nate looked up and found Katie San Sebastian looking at him. Well, she wasn't so much looking at him as she seemed to be frowning at him. Like he was some sort of problem she wanted to solve. Nate grinned at her. Well as long as she wasn't giving him death glares and getting slap happy, it was alright with him. It was really kinda cute, how puzzled she seemed. As if she'd never been flirted with or teased before. It just made him want to do it even more.

He'd been fascinated by her the first time he'd seen her. She was just so damned passionate about everything. It was really amazing how much devotion she had for the company, her family, employees and she was smart as hell too. He didn't understand why Dame Ballbuster didn't trust her to lead the company. Well... yes she was a little impulsive and not as level headed as she needed to be yet. But given a little bit more time to mature and gain experience, she would be a great leader.

Katie's frown disappeared and then a small smile came over her face. It snapped Nate out of his musings. Hot damn... she was beautiful when she smiled. Suddenly, Nate felt a sense of foreboding. That change was definitely calculated, what was she up to? 

"So," Nate cleared his throat, "I think we covered enough for the day and it's getting kind of late, ready to go home Cleo?"

"Its 6 o'clock, everyone should be gone by now." Katie seemed to talking almost to herself, her gaze looking through him.

Nodding, Nate got up. Katie abruptly stood. As he gathered up documents to place in his briefcase, she rounded the desk to come up beside him. Nate turned to her and his smile froze as he felt her lick his nose. He was in twilight zone, he was asleep in his bed and dreaming, he.... She licked his lips and Nate dropped his papers to pull her close and grabbed air.

"No." She whispered with a hand on his chest.

Nate stepped back. "Uh... okay?"

"Sit back down."

Nate suddenly felt very tired. "Look Cleo, I don't know what game you're playing but it's late and I'm not in the mood for head games."

"Not a game. Please sit."

The "please" did him in. He was so surprised. He didn't think she had the word in her vocabulary. Well, no, that wasn't fair, she'd used it the day she'd slapped the shit out of him, but never in the context of a request.

Nate sat and waited for her next move. He didn't have to wait long. Her blue eyes were heavy lidded, her breathing seemed altered. Nate felt his cock stir and then sit up when she slid onto his lap. Placing either knee on the side of his hips she cupped his neck and slid her sweet tongue straight into his mouth. Nate didn't know how the hell this miracle was happening and then stopped thinking altogether when she sucked his tongue right into her mouth. 

Damn she was sweet and spicy. He placed his hands on her hips and their breaths mingled as their mouths changed angle to explore deeper. When he tried to slip his hands to her breasts, she grabbed them and guided them back to her hips. Okay so she wanted slow, he thought to himself, he could deal with that. Breaking the kiss Katie slid her mouth to his neck. Oh boy, now Nate wasn't so sure. 

Leaning up, Katie gave him a sexy smile and began to slip the buttons of his shirt undone. The blue of her eyes darkened as she revealed his muscled torso and Nate smiled. He worked out and knew he looked good but the arousal in her eyes was very satisfying. Sliding out from his lap, Katie began to kiss down his torso. She licked his nipples, ran her hands down his muscles and followed with her mouth, once in a while giving him little nips with her teeth.

Nate swallowed. He wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back. Being submissive during sex went against his nature. But he was curious as to how far she would go. Her hands reached his belt and Nate quickly stayed her hands.

"Nuh-uh Cleo. You need to show yours."

Katie looked a little dazed, her eyes clouded with desire. She quickly undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled it off. Standing up she unzipped and dropped her skirt. She stood before him in a black bra, panties and heels. Nate's hands went to her hips, pulled her close and his open mouth landed on her stomach. Katie moaned and leaned down to kiss him again. Their mouths met wildly, tongues tangling. When he tried to pull her on his lap, she resisted.

"I want you." She moaned.

"You have me baby."

Going down on her knees she unbuckled his belt and top button. He stilled her hands.




Princess & The Stud Ch. 05



"Take off your bra." 

At Nate's harsh demand, Katie paused. She reached around to unhook her bra and looking into his eyes, let it drop.

She had beautiful breasts. They weren't large but not small either. Perfect pretty tits with pale pink nipples... they made his mouth water.

Quirking an eyebrow, as if to ask if he was satisfied, Katie's hands went back to his pants and slid the zipper down, and pulled out his beautiful cock. A small drop of pre cum appeared at the tip. Nate watched as she leaned over and licked it off. He grabbed the back of her head to bring her up for a penetrating kiss but she soon broke away to go back and lick at his dick. Fluttering her tongue along the length, down one side, back up the other, Katie met Nate's eyes and sucked the tip into her mouth. 

Nate groaned in pleasure and buried his hands in her soft, silky hair. Katie rubbed the tip of her tongue around the sensitive base and slowly sucked him deeper. Nate struggled to keep from thrusting into her throat. Her mouth was downright wicked. He watched her head bob on his dick, his glistening cock appeared and then disappeared between her shiny wet lips. 

She released his cock and went lower to suck at his balls. Her hands continued to milk his cock. Nate's hands slid over her skull, down her neck and slid to the front over her shoulders to cup her tits. Katie moaned and released his balls from the suction of her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth" she whispered, "I want you to fuck my mouth like a pussy." She took him back into her mouth, and into her throat. Nate grabbed the back of her head to hold her there a minute, the please was so intense he couldn't let for. But it wasn't right, she wasn't getting any pleasure out of his, he released her. The echo of her words rang in his mind, but he couldn't. He tried to pull her back up for a kiss but she resisted.

"Fuck my mouth Nate." her voice had hardened into a sexy challenge.

Nate looked down at her, his face tense, no trace of his usual smile. Sexual need contorted his features. Katie felt her pussy liquefy, she'd done this to him.

"Are you sure Cleo?"

"Yes." She whispered, the words an unmistakable challenge.

It did him in. "Okay baby, but you're going to have to suck it down." His voice lowered to a growl. "Suck it all down your sweet mouth into your throat."

Katie gave him a wicked smile and he pulled her head down to his cock. Even though she wanted him rough, he took it slow and she was glad for it. She felt her eyes tear with effort. He was bigger than David had been and it had been awhile since she did this. His hands went back to her breasts, Katie moaned on his cock. He weighed them and teased the tips, pinching and pulling them gently. Katie sucked him to the root and then pulled back until the tip was in her mouth sucked it and went back down. It became easier with every pull and Nate began to thrust up into her mouth.

She loved this, the taste of his pre-cum. She couldn't wait to taste the rest of his release. She rolled his balls in her hands. Nate's hands left her breasts to cup the back of her head and pull her back and forth on his cock. His head dropped back, his head jerked and he let go. He started to come into her mouth. Katie sucked and swallowed it down, he tasted so good. She understood that some women didn't like the taste but she had always loved it, having a man at her mercy, his pleasure at her control. He tasted good to her, she continued to gently mouth his softening dick.

Even with the control, this had... moved her. She didn't feel the clinical detachment and triumph that she'd felt before, when she'd done this with David. Instead, she felt even hotter then before. The euphoria of bringing him to release began to fade and Katie's stomach began to sink as she realized... she'd made a terrible, terrible mistake. She got up and looked for her clothes.

Nate sat back with his eyes closed, completely spent. "God that was good. Give me a minute baby and then we'll take care of you."

He was in heaven. That was the best blowjob he'd ever received in his life. She was awesome. When his breathing returned to normal he opened his eyes with a smile. 

"Thank you for the offer, but it won't be necessary."

His gaze focused to find her completely dressed.

"Wait what? Where are you going?"

"Home. Goodnight Nate."

"What? Cleo?" 

She was out the door before he managed to zip up.



Princess & The Stud Ch. 06



Michael sighed and thought over Nate's parting words. Taking over SSE would not be fair to Katie San Sebastian and there was no way Michael could logistically run both companies. Their meeting had gone on well over two hours. Thoughts whirled in his brain like a tornado. How had his life changed so completely in 3 weeks? Everything had been so orderly and controlled, chugging along according to the plans he'd laid out for himself in college. And then out of nowhere Dame Ballbuster came along with her blackmail and scheming to shoot it all to hell. She had brought Lila into his life, to steal his heart. 

Wait a minute... his heart? Michael groaned and slumped forward on his desk to bury his face in his hands. God damn it. Disbelief gave away to grim acceptance and then trepidation. It wasn't because he was afraid of Lila, no she was the sweetest, kindest and sexiest person he had ever known. She was nothing like that viper Danielle. But loving people... it hurt. 

He loved the Robison's and Nate, but it wasn't the same as loving his parents, uncle or Lila was. With the Robison's no matter how they tried to make him feel included, he was on the outside looking in. They weren't his but he was okay with that, it made life less complicated. But with Lila... he couldn't separate himself from her. He felt everything she felt. Her smile made his heart lighter and her sadness made him shrivel up inside. She had the power to make him grovel at her feet, begging for her smile, her embrace, her kiss, her approval. Fuck, he sounded like a sappy love song. He wanted to make her life perfect. He wanted to be perfect... for her, but he knew all too well how far from perfect he was.

She would soon become his wife but did she love him? Love him the way he loved her? Did he even deserve her? She was so young. Marrying her would be taking away her chance to experience other things in life. She'd be going from taking care of her grandmother, sister and everyone in that god damned mausoleum she called home to becoming his wife. Would she come to resent him? He'd been ignoring these questions, but lately it had become harder to continue ignoring them.

The only reason he was being given the opportunity to marry her was because the Dame wanted him to lead SSE. Could someone please tell him how in the hell did the situation went from "blackmail" to "opportunity" anyway? And now because of Nate's advice and Lila's worry for her sister he was considering refusing the position. Michael laughed bitterly to himself. He didn't want to lead SSE, he had clung to the idea that he did, in order to avoid acknowledging his infatuation with Lila. 

But now that he had recognized his desire, his need and love for her, he wanted to do everything in his power to make her happy. Even if it meant letting her go and letting her grandmother destroy his business? The thought had his chest aching. 

That harpy sister of hers could have SSE. He had made this company with Nate, he had invested a piece of himself in Hiron. He couldn't abandon it. He had a feeling that if Katie San Sebastian loved SSE the way he loved Hiron, she would never forgive Lila for helping to take it away. And the divide between Katie and herself was taking its toll on Lila. Her cheerfulness often seemed forced, and she'd been drifting off in a pensive mood lately. She spent every night at his house. Not that he minded (hell no, he didn't) but it would have been better if it didn't feel like avoiding her sister was part of the reason she stayed at his place.

There was no use for it. He was going to visit SSE tomorrow. A plan was forming in his mind, but it would require help, specifically, Katie San Sebastian's help.

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Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since Nate Robison had stopped shadowing her. Katie felt depressed. She'd almost called him to hear his voice like some sort of stalker. She wondered if he was okay, if he thought of her or if he'd found someone else. Perhaps it was the abruptness of his departure that left her feeling this way? He'd come in the next week, after that night. Katie had passed him in the hallway, determined to be cool and unaffected. Unable to help herself though, she had chanced one glance in his direction. He hadn't smiled and his gaze had cut through her as if she wasn't there, leaving her feeling stunned. Nate had met with grandmother for a half an hour and left, without saying goodbye or making any sort of acknowledgment.

Katie sighed. He was everywhere. In her office, the boardroom, he'd even invaded her favorite eating places. There wasn't a space left Nate-free, except home. She had sulked around at the mansion the past few days, feeling sorry for herself, and taking her anger out on Lila when her sister had come to speak to her. She couldn't even blame Nate for being angry. She'd been so cold to him that night she'd left him. She'd squealed her car out of the parking lot when he'd come out of the building disheveled, ignored his phone calls and canceled shadowing for the remaining week. 

She'd felt so vulnerable and exposed after that night, she'd needed to retreat and regroup. Well she was tired of being scared and of wallowing in self-pity. She needed to get back to SSE. The bastard Hirsch had been visiting since Nate had left. Avoiding him was an added bonus of staying home but now she was ready to fight. It would be satisfying to take out her anger on someone who deserved it for once. 

The only problem was that he'd spent the day sequestered with grandmother. After ripping through a phone book, returning phone calls and e-mail, Katie had given up waiting for a chance to get at him and taken her lunch. Only to sit, picking at her wilted lettuce and sink back into depression.

"Excuse me miss, there's a gentleman who would like to join you, if that's okay."

Katie was startled out of her thoughts by the waitress. Who would know she was here? Nate? Katie's heart skipped a beat.

"That's fine." Katie replied as her heart resumed function and began to race. She tried to keep her composure and adjusted the napkin on her lap.

"Thanks for letting me join you."

Not Nate. Katie's heart sank and she tried to keep the disappointment off her face as she looked up... and met cold green eyes. She quickly regained her composure.

"Well, well, well... the bastard finally comes to see me himself. I thought you were going to hide behind grandmother all day." Katie taunted, a smile spread across her face, tinged with a dangerous anger.

Michael didn't flinch or respond in any manner. He pulled out a chair to take the seat across from her.

"We need to talk." He began quietly.

****************

Nate Robison loved cookies, especially his mother's cookies. During his stint in the military he'd dreamed about them. Even the store bought ones had a special place in his heart. A good cookie had never failed to perk him up... until now. This week he'd had several and they hadn't done shit to make him feel better. There was something wrong with him, maybe that little blue eyed witch had put a hex on him or something. Nothing had ever come between him and his cookie love. He needed a mom cookie stat. Thank god his family had set up a family barbeque to meet Michael's fiancé. Maybe he could get a good sized tin out of her to take home. Thoughts of chocolate chip and macadamia treats danced in his mind for about 5 seconds before thoughts of Katie San Sebastian began to intrude. God damn it, why couldn't he keep his mind off of her? The woman was a menace.

He grabbed his keys and headed over to his parents place. It was perfect timing. Early enough to help set up but not so early that his mom and sister got to pump him for information. The Robison's loved Michael, they had known him since he was a sad eyed little boy who had moved down the street to live with his uncle. Michael's uncle, Roger had been a good man and loved his sister's kid but hadn't known what to do with a child. Mary Robison had taken one look at the boy Nate brought home and done her best to incorporate him into her brood. Yep, she would want to know everything about Lila.

Parking his car in the driveway Nate hopped out and headed into the house. His youngest brother, 14 year old Ty was coming down the stairs.

"What's up nerd?" Nate grabbed him in a loose chokehold to ruffle his hair.

"Ouch... what the hell dude? Get off! " Ty used his bony elbow to try to jab his brother in the stomach.

"Nate! Is that you? Boys quit horsing around and get out here to move this table!" yelled Mary from the backyard.

Nate let go of Ty, "Where's Joe?"

"Taking a shower, he just got up 20 minutes ago and started. So he'll be down once we're done with set up and the food is ready." Ty replied in disgust.

"Lazy asshole."

"Yup."

"Boys! Listen to your mother and get out here!" Bishop Robison's booming order had them scrambling out to help.

About twenty minutes later the backyard was arranged to Mary's satisfaction and the food was ready for cooking. Nate's sister Tina came out of the kitchen, quickly followed by Mary. The curious gleam in their eyes made Nate nervous. He knew they cared but jeez, he didn't want to be the one they pumped for information. When was Michael getting here? He picked up his phone to give him a call.

"Put it down buddy." came Tina's curt voice.

"Hey sis, where's Clint?"

"He's coming." She replied and both she and his mother settled onto the bench across from him.

"So Nate --"

"You guys making cookies?" Nate quickly cut her off. "Please tell me there's a batch of chocolate and macadamia."

"Quit trying to distract us Nathaniel. Tell us about Michael's girl." Mary ordered in her no nonsense "mom" voice.

Nate sighed and opened his mouth to ask his father for back up, to resist the oncoming interrogation, only to hear a car pull into the driveway. Sweet relief. "I think they're here. You can meet her yourself!"

The ladies quickly tried to look busy as they anxiously awaited the visitors. The men couldn't care less. Bishop Robison stood guard at his precious grill and remained stoic to his surroundings and Ty was back on his PSP, oblivious to the hijinks around him. 

"Come around to the backyard." Nate yelled.

There were footsteps approaching from the side of the house and then a figure with shiny black shoulder length hair stepped around the corner. Her skin glowed like pearls in the sunlight, a green sleeveless dress skimmed her length, while delicate black pumps graced her feet. One part of him wondered how in the hell she had come up with that ensemble for a barbeque, the other half of him was so happy, he didn't really give two shits if she'd shown up in a sack. Damn he had missed her.

Katie raised one of her eyebrows but the wideness of her electric blue eyes gave her a look of uncertainty rather then hauteur. She stared at them and they stared at her. No one moved.

Bishop Robison sighed heavily and approached the figure. "Hello you must be Lila, I'm Bishop Robison, Nate's father. Nice to meet you. Did that Michael leave you to come and make introductions by yourself?"

"Oh, no sir, I'm not Lila. I'm her sister Katie. It's a pleasure to meet you. Michael invited me to come. He and Lila should be along soon. He didn't tell you I was coming?" She gave him a charming, sheepish smile.

Nate stared. He didn't know she was capable of looking so sweet. That smile almost made her look Lila level innocent. The charm of her smile had even managed to make his dad crack a smile. He vaguely noticed his sister and mother scramble to meet her and introduce themselves. They guided her over to the bench. 

"This is our oldest son --"

"We've already met." Nate interrupted. His brown eyes bored into her blue ones.

"Oh... well that's nice." Mary replied and turned to introduce Katie to Ty. The kid looked up from his PSP for a second for a quick "Hi" and then did a double take. Yep, her beauty was enough to even get a video game obsessed 14 year old to notice. He didn't even want to think what his girl and gel obsessed middle brother's reaction would be. Speaking of the devil, the sliding back door of the house came open and Jim strolled out.

"I'm starving! Is there anything to eat?" Jim asked moving towards his father, then his gaze landed on Katie and he quickly changed course. A big shit eating grin came over his face. "Wow... who are you and where have you been all my life?"

"What? All 18 years of it, infant?" Nate interjected.

Ty snickered.

Katie gave the same charming smile she'd given to his father. "I'm Katie. Lila's sister."

"Older sister." Nate interrupted again.

This time Katie joined Jim in shooting him an annoyed look. Thankfully they were quickly distracted by the sound of more parking vehicles. Nate yelled at the newest visitor's to come to the backyard. Michael and Lila rounded the corner. Jim Robison's jaw dropped at his first view of Lila. Nate silently thanked the heavens. He loved his siblings, but Jim got on his nerves in the worst way. Having him moon over Katie would've made this event unbearable. Nate didn't want to examine why.

Lila was definitely the prettiest women Nate had ever seen in his life and he could understand his brother's and Michael's reaction but Nate preferred Katie's exotic features. He studied her profile as she watched her sister being introduced. He'd kissed those lips, touched and fondled those breasts. Images of them came to his mind, he wondered if she was wearing black underwear beneath that dress. Feeling the beginnings of an erection, he quickly brought himself to heel. Too late, Tina's eagle eye had caught him staring. She smirked at him. Nate ignored her and got up to greet Lila and Michael.

*******************

Katie had come to the barbeque for many reasons. To make up with her sister, seal the agreement with Michael and talk to Nate. She hadn't come to be entertained or stuffed with the best barbeque she'd ever eaten. While she had a better opinion of Michael Hirsch, the part of her that would probably never forget his initial treatment of Lila, delighted in watching Jim Robison annoy the f'ing life out of him. She had toyed briefly with the idea of flirting with the kid to annoy Nate but that plan had been squashed once Jim had seen Lila. Even now he was sitting next to her, looking into her eyes and flirting outrageously while taking quick peaks at her chest. Michael had seated her next to Katie and seated himself on the other side in an attempt to box young Robison out. Unfazed, the kid had simply asked if Katie if he could switch seats with her and had been steadily plying Lila with his charm.

Lila didn't seem aware of the male tug of war going on over her and was treating each of Jim's comments as a joke. Not realizing that each smile was putting the kid deeper under her spell and pushing Michael to the edge. Katie idly watched the ticking nerve in Hirsch's grinding jaw and wondered if was really possible for a nerve to burst.

"I swear, I've often dreamed of drowning the little punk but the entertainment he's providing tonight is making me glad I never went through with it." Nate whispered in her ear.

Katie grinned. It was the first words he'd said to her since she'd come.

"He's cute. Actually your whole family is quite charming."

"Thanks. So I guess you're warming up to Michael?"

"Sort of."

"Glad to hear it. He's a good guy... uh most of the time, actually almost all of the time. It's nice you're giving him a chance. That Michael you met the first time wasn't the regular him. He only gets that way when he's emotional and feels threatened. I'm sure you understand that."

Katie had turned to look into his eyes. "I know what you're trying to say. You're trying to equate what he did to Lila with me slapping you. But it isn't at all the same you know."

"I'm not trying to equate anything. In fact I don't think you are in a position to judge their relationship or what happens between them. Being less judgy would do you good you know."

Katie felt annoyed. "Quit lecturing me. I'm here aren't I?"

"Hey Nate! Why don't you and Katie go get the cookies? They should be cooled off by now." Tina asked, an extra sugary smile on her face.

Nate looked at her suspiciously. Tina gave him her most wide eyed innocent look. He toyed with the idea of saying no, but his mother had turned at his lack of response to a cookie quest and he got up before she became suspicious like his sister.

He got up to head into the kitchen and felt Katie following behind him. Oh god, he mentally groaned, as the smell of freshly baked cookies hit his nose.

"Are you okay?" Katie asked a little perplexed. 

Nate realized he'd moaned to god out loud. "Cookies, the freshly baked smell, I love cookies."

"You're weird."

"Wait until you taste them Cleo, then you'll understand."

He grabbed one off the cookie stand and popped it into his mouth. Heaven! He picked up another one.

"Hey can you wait until we get outside before you --" Nate had popped it into Katie's mouth.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she chewed, forgetting her annoyance at having him stuff food in her mouth, "Geez, what's in these? Crack?"

"Close... chocolate and macadamia."

She took another bite from the cookie in his hand and moaned. He'd paused to watch her reaction. Watching her little silent moan was a little erotic. Once she'd finished the cookie with a third bite she looked up at him in a sweet smile. That newly discovered smile she'd given his dad. He was a gonner. He bent down to give her a kiss. Her mouth was even sweeter then the cookie. Now with his lips fused to hers, he could feel and taste her moan.

His hands went to her ass to lift her up and grind her hips against him. He'd wanted this ever since that night in her office. He'd forgotten his anger with her. Hell, he never stayed that angry anyways. Life was too short. He felt her hands on his shoulders; they slid up and into his hair. Her caress felt so good he rewarded her by sucking her tongue into his mouth. She rubbed it against his and messaged his scalp.

Nate pulled away from her mouth to rub his forehead against hers and mutter, "I want you." 

Katie blinked to focus and confessed, "I want you too."

"No games Cleo, if you're toying with me like the last time then forget it. I'm not him and I won't be your whipping boy."

Katie was stunned, "How did you..."

"Not hard to figure out baby." He loosened his grip on her hips to let her go. She stumbled back a bit to lean against the counter. Her nipples were hard. Nate groaned. Katie looked down at herself and blushed a little. 

"I can't go out like this, oh god your face is covered in lipstick, is mine gone? I can't go out like this!" she repeated in slight shock, 

"I'm going home."

"Woah... no you're not running out on me again."

Katie quickly whipped around, "I'm not. Come to the office tomorrow. We can talk then."

"Talk?"

Katie opened her mouth to respond but couldn't think of what to say. She settled for a nod then turned to look for her purse, Nate's mother had placed it on the counter for her earlier. She picked it up and turned to face Nate.

"Tell your mother there was an emergency at SSE. And text me her phone number so I can thank her and apologize to her for running out like this." Katie paused on her way out, she couldn't leave like this. She did an abrupt turn to walk back to him and give him another thorough kiss. God she wanted him. Fuck David, fuck the past, fuck being scared, fuck control... Katie's mental tirade continued and she found herself picked up and held tight against him. The clearing of a throat had them quickly breaking apart.

Tina stood there with an unconvincing look of surprise on her face. Nate's erection wilted and he helplessly watched Katie stumble through her explanation of an emergency and make a beeline for the door. Tina burst into laughter as soon as the door closed.




Princess & The Stud Ch. 06



"I knew it!"

"Shut up Teeners."

" I am SO telling mom! So is it love big brother? Maybe you and Michael can have a double wedding!"

"Do it and I'm telling her you're knocked up."

"Oh my god you wouldn't! I don't have the results yet."

"Try me."

"God you suck! Okay I won't tell her but can you hurry the hell up and rescue Jimmy before Michael clobbers him? I swear the kid has a death wish. Guess Michael's really in love huh? I've never seen him so worked up over anything"

Nate tuned out her chatter and picked up another cookie to eat.



Princess & The Stud Ch. 07



Lila gave Bishop and Mary Robison a cheerful wave as they pulled away from the driveway. It had been so much fun. This is what real families were like! The thought felt disloyal, and made her feel guilty. After all, she had people who loved her, a roof over her head and money. There were people in the world that would be glad to have her life. Finished mentally berating herself, she quickly turned to Michael to help curb the direction of her thoughts.

"That was fun. You have a wonderful family Michael."

"They're not my family, they're Nate's." Michael inwardly cringed at his own words. He sounded harsh.

Lila turned to look at him. She saw the tenseness of his expression and realized he was uncertain about the Robison's role in his life. But the love they had for him was plain to see, "Well they're friends aren't they? And friends are like family."

Michael gave her a smile, "Yeah, guess you're right. They're great people... except for that little cretin, Jim."

"Why would you say that? He's so funny."

Michael rolled his eyes, "He wasn't being funny Princess, he was flirting with you."

"He was being funny and teasing, he's a kid."

"The 'kid' is only 2 years younger than you and spent the majority of the evening checking out your breasts."

"He was not... you're jealous!" Lila was shocked and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"I'm not jealous!" he growled.

A few weeks ago his growl would've left her feeling intimidated but she knew him too well now. His bark was definitely worse than his bite. Lila grinned. When she failed to respond, Michael turned to look and caught her expression, she lost control and began to laugh. It was time to change the subject.

"So what had you wanted to ask me about earlier that was going to take too long to discuss during the five minute drive, was too important to talk about over the phone and you couldn't discuss yesterday because you had to arrange your thoughts?"

Lila quickly sobered, "Okay, um... so you know how tomorrow we're supposed to have the charity event for the animal shelter tomorrow?"

"You need donations?"

"Well yes-"

"Done."

"Thank you Michael but that wasn't the question. I was hoping to do something a little more hands on-"

"You want me to volunteer."

"No, Michael, can you please stop interrupting? I have this all planned out and if you keep asking questions I'm going to get all scram-"

"Sorry. Sorry! I'll be quiet."

Lila gave him a scowl. It was so cute and sexy he couldn't help but smile at her. After two seconds of resistance she couldn't help but smile back and roll her eyes at herself for giving in. 

"So as I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted, I would like to do something more hands on for the shelter. I tried to do it before but my grandmother's allergies wouldn't allow me to and the mansion isn't an ideal pet environment. I was hoping we could adopt? I know you don't have any pets and the animals I'm thinking of are most in need of homes-"

"Okay. We'll adopt."

Lila stopped in surprised relief. "Are you sure?"

"Is it important to you?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll do it."

Lila felt tears sting her eyes. 

"Did you really think I would say no?" He asked sounding faintly insulted.

"You never talked about wanting a pet and I hinted at it before, talking about how many animals are put to sleep each year, how people drop sick or traumatized animals off without a second thought and how difficult it is to find proper homes for them."

"I didn't get it, thought you were venting. Next time just come out and ask Princess. If it's important to you, then that's all that matters. There's enough space and I don't have allergies."

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for... just can you try to get us a dog? I'm not really a cat person."

"Oh."

"Dang it."

"It's just that there are so many cats who-"

"Okay fine! Just try to find a friendly cat if there is such a thing."

He sensed Lila leaning up and over to him and then felt a sharp little bite on his lobe.

"Yikes! What was that for?"

"Interrupting me again!"

He felt her kiss the sting away and then leave a string of kisses over to his cheek. Michael swallowed and tried to focus on his driving. "And what was that for?"

"Being you."

To his disappointment she settled back into her seat. She wanted to go home today to prepare for tomorrow. He wasn't looking forward to an empty bed.

"So when does this gala shindig start tomorrow?"

"It's a charity event not gala. It starts at seven. I have to be there an hour early to make sure set up is done right and then we can leave within an hour after it starts. I promise."

"Okay." Michael replied. "So you talk to your sister?"

"Yes. Thank you Michael."

"For what?"

"You know what." Lila responded quietly.

He turned to look at her and found her smiling at him softly. The look in her eyes had his heart acting funny. It was probably stomach acid from digesting Bishop's special spicy barbecue ribs, he told himself and turned his attention back to the road. What should he say?

"She loves you." He responded.

And I love you, Lila wanted to reply. She stared at his handsome profile. She'd spent her life pleasing people and compromising. Though she would never admit it aloud, she'd always felt like love from her grandmother was conditional. One wrong step and she would be banished like her mother had been. The love she had with Katie was unconditional but at times stifling. It was funny how Katie had accused her of becoming a Stepford wife for Michael. If anything, Katie was the one Lila let manage her life. Lila tried her best to do everything according to what Katie wanted. It had started as a form of idol worship for her big sister and then turned into a habit to satisfying Katie's need to manage everyone around her. The recognition did not lessen her love for grandmother or Katie but helped her to identify where the constant feelings of fear and loneliness she had often felt before came from. With Michael she didn't need to do anything to please him and if anything, he compromised to fit her into his life.

He loved her. Lila knew it. She could feel it. She could read him better now, than he could read himself. They'd discussed everything about their lives in the dark of the night, curled against each other after making love. He'd told her about his parents' accident, losing his uncle and the faithless college girlfriend. She'd told him about what had happened between her parents and grandparents. She'd felt him tense up in anger, at being unable to right long ago hurts. While she wept for the poor little boy he had been. He hadn't let anyone love him for so long, he didn't recognize his feelings. Lila thought she knew how to put him out of his misery. She would tell him how she felt, after the gala tomorrow.

******

Michael waited for Lila in the car. He wasn't entering the Dame's lair unless he absolutely had to. The barbecue had been a success. Except for that little asshole Jim mooning over Lila, things had gone perfectly. Katie hadn't attacked him or made any of her cutting little remarks. Awesomely enough, she'd even left early. Mary and Bishop had adored Lila, and Lila seemed to take a shine to them. Tina had teased him about a shotgun wedding... not realizing how sort of close to the truth she was.

The question of SSE leadership was squared away. Now the only problem was Lila. He felt so much damn guilt, it was eating him. It had shocked the hell out of Michael to realize that Lila was only two years older than Jim Robison. When she'd called Jim a kid in the car, he'd felt relieved. But facts were facts. The kid was helluva lot closer to Lila's age then Michael was. He felt old. Perhaps it was thinking too much, working so much and worrying. But one thing was clear, he couldn't let her go. If he had to beg her to give him a chance, he would do it, because the thought of a life without her made him feel as though a hole had opened up in his heart. He planned on talking to her tonight.

The sudden shine of a light alerted him that Lila was coming out the front door. She was wearing a sweetheart neckline, floor length maroon dress with wide straps. The matching lipstick gave her skin the look of creme. Her hair midnight black hair was drawn back into a loose chignon. Michael wondered if it would be a better idea to have his planned talk after sex. Yeah, it would probably be best, they would both be relaxed. He'd get a room at the hotel while Lila was busy with set up.

Michael got out of the car to seat her.

"Hey." She greeted him with a smile.

"Hey." he responded back.

Once seated inside the car he turned to her. "Do you have that lipstick and a napkin in the purse?"

Lila checked, "Yes, I do."

She quickly pulled back when he made to kiss her, "Back off Michael Hirsch, we're in front of my grandmother's house."

He scowled and planted a quick kiss on her shoulder. "Later." He whispered in her ear. Lila shivered.

********

Not a gala my ass, Michael thought to himself. These people were here to party. He tugged at his collar in discomfort. Good thing he'd gotten a hotel room on arrival. Some of these folks would need rooms, if not for sleeping off a buzz, then for clandestine hook ups. He checked his watch again, fifteen minutes and Lila's hour was up. He wanted to get out of here before things got even crazier. They had paparazzi style photographers out front for god's sake. He caught the eye of a slightly harried looking Lila and tapped his watch in gesture. She nodded and gave him a quick smile before being ambushed by an elderly matron.

Hotel rooms always set the mood for adventurous sex. Michael thought about what new positions they could try out.

"Michael? Oh my goodness is that you?!?!" came a sexy female exclamation from his left.

Michael found himself staring at a face he hadn't seen in five years. "Danielle?"

********

Lila finally managed to politely disengage herself from Mrs. Marfaller. The lady had a good heart but poor hearing. It didn't help that she'd chosen to speak to Lila right in front of the speakers. Lila prayed she'd nodded correctly to everything the poor lady had been shouting at her. Set up and attendance duties usually fell to Christie but she'd had to go out of state to visit her sick mother. So Lila had stepped in. Most of these folks were here to see and be seen. Charity was just an excuse for that, but the money and publicity these types of events generated could not be denied.

Michael had been conversing with a tall stately redhead for awhile. His posture looked odd to Lila but she was unable to read his face as he was looking to the side, down at the redhead. She had her hand on his arm and as Lila moved closer to them, she leaned close to Michael, looking up at him through her lashes. An emotion Lila had never felt before consumed her, making her want to knock the woman's hand off Michael and push her into the pool behind her. Jealousy and anger mingled, if he was smiling at that hussy he was going into the pool right after her. Lila made it in time to hear the last bit of the redhead's conversation.

"- I've missed you so much."

Lila could now see Michael's face. He looked cold, remote and slightly annoyed. Lila felt herself relax and moved in closer so they would notice. Michael looked up at Lila and relief flashed across his face.

"Lila!" He pulled her close to his side. "Danielle, it was uh... interesting to see you again. We better get going."

"Oh wait! Aren't you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

Michael paused and sighed, "Danielle, this is my fiancée Lila. Lila this is Danielle, she's an old college friend."

Lila barely got out a "Nice to meet you" before Danielle interrupted.

"Oh common Michael, we were more than that." She turned to Lila with a faux friendly smile. "We were college sweethearts." 

Lila couldn't believe the gall of the woman. "Yes, I remember the name. I think he asked you to marry him right?" Lila beat her to what was no doubt to be her next punch. 

"Yes, I was the first." Danielle replied unfazed with a little triumph to her tone.

"And you responded by not only dumping him but by taking up with a new boyfriend a week later? Oh dear, if it sounds like I'm judging, but I'm not. After all, now I get to marry him! And I plan on being the last!" Lila gave her an exaggerated sickly sweet smile right back.

She had no idea how she'd managed to channel her inner Katie but it was exhilarating! Danielle's smile became brittle and she turned back to Michael.

"Your fiancée is a cute little thing isn't she? Interesting that you told her about us. So it seems you still think of me then? Oh but dear, where's your ring? Is it out getting polished or..." she made a little moue "are you having a little bit of a tiff?" 

Michael responded to her. "Actually my mother's ring needed to be fitted. Lila and I have a previous engagement so we'll be leaving now. Goodbye."

Lila smiled and gave a little wave. If the bitch said another word she was going to end up in the pool. Part of her wished she would while the other shuddered at the idea of making the gossip sheets.

"Call me sometime Michael, we should catch up." Danielle called after them.

Michael stopped and turned his head to respond coldly, "No, I'd rather not. Goodbye."

He led Lila across the hotel lobby to the elevators. She was still agitated by the small altercation with Danielle and didn't seem to notice. He caught the words "bitch" "viper" "pool" and "gossip" but was too focused on the task ahead of him, to pay close attention. Watching her cut Danielle down to size had been amusing, surprising and had turned him on a little. Hell, who was he kidding? She'd turned him on by the simple act of breathing. She finally calmed down and came to awareness when the elevator doors closed.

"Where are we going?"

"I got us a room sweetheart."

Lila smiled, "Oh." 

When she made to lean up to kiss him, he pulled back and pointed at the corner. There was a camera. She moved back to the other wall of the escalator and gave him a smile. His eyes moved over her torso and heated.

"Good. We have to talk."

Michael shook himself out of his contemplation of her breasts and asked, "Actually, yes we do but I was hoping to relax first... in bed."

The elevator came to a stop with a ping and the doors slid open. Taking her hand, he led her to their suite. As soon as he closed the door, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a deep kiss. His hands slid from the small of her back, up into her hair. Dislodging pins and causing the blue black mass to cascade down her back.

"I love the way you do your hair. No sticky stuff and it's so soft and silky." His fingers dug into it, close to the scalp. He fisted his hands and gently pulled. Lila was surprised at how erotic the gentle hair pulling felt. Her nipples pebbled. He loosened his hold of her hair and began to slowly run his fingers down the length of her tresses. Lila took the opportunity to stand on her tip toes and try to pull his head down for another kiss. As their lips came a few within an inch of each other, his hands gripped her hair again and he forced her still. He breathed on her wet, glistening lips. Thwarted, Lila whimpered and writhed against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, side to side. 

He licked her top lip and when he moved to her bottom lip, Lila intercepted his tongue with her own. He allowed it and their breaths mingled. Lila wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked. After a second or so he pulled back. 

"Michael what are you doing?" Lila protested, she was already wet and wanting him inside her.

Not answering, he released one hand from her hair and brought it up to her breast to pinch a nipple. Lila's body jerked in reaction. One hand clutched the back of his neck while the other rested on his shoulder. Slowly his hand began its decent and Lila's world shrunk to the movement of his hand down her body. When it reached her mound and cupped her, Lila shuddered. His hand molded the fabric of her dress to her pussy and his finger felt for, then pressed her clit. Moaning, Lila slumped against him. 

"I want you to strip for me Princess." 

He abruptly let her go and stepped past her into the room. Surprised Lila followed him. He hadn't turned on a light but it wasn't needed. The light of the full moon came through the huge wall to wall, floor to ceiling, window. The lights of the city glittered from below, giving them a breathtaking view. Michael sat down on a couch facing the window and turned to look at her with a smile. 

"You up for it?" He asked.

"Yes." She replied. The moonlight and view gave her a feeling of enchantment. She felt sexy and powerful.

Moving in front of him, Lila unzipped the side of her dress. Bending down, she gripped the lower half of her dress and whipped it up and off of her, or tried. Gosh dang it. She'd forgotten the straps of the dress had snaps to attach to her bra straps. The stupid dress was still hooked to her bra. Sexy and powerful quickly gave way to embarrassed and flustered.

Lila sensed Michael getting up and walking toward her. She refused to look at him and tried to unsnap her bra strap from her dress. She felt his fingers brush hers aside, and finally she looked at him as he bent close to release the snaps. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing. When he unsnapped both sides Lila gave him a peeved push. He burst into laughter and pulled her into his arms. She resisted with both hands against his chest and gave him a grumpy pout.

"Ah sweetheart, what uh... were those?"

"They hold the dress straps over my bra straps so the bra doesn't show through. I'm such a dufus." she muttered.

"No, you're adorable. That was the best strip tease I've ever witnessed."

Lila took one of her hands from his chest, to punch him in his shoulder. He used the opportunity to pull her flush against him. She could hear the rumble of his chuckles beneath her ear and she found herself grinning despite herself. She had probably looked very silly.

His laughter quieted and he nuzzled her ear. Lila burrowed closer to him as his hands began to move up and down her back, making her aware that she now stood in her underwear and heels. Her breath hitched as he unsnapped her bra and continued running his hands up and down her back. On the next pass his hands moved lower to cup and squeeze her ass and then push her panties down. Lila stepped out of them, let her bra drop and looked up at him. The moonlight played in his blond hair, turning a few strands silver. His eyes moved down her body.

Once again his hand reached down to squeeze a nipple, once, twice then he moved his other hand to the mate to press them both at once. His hands looked dark on her skin, watching him fondle her made her knees weak. As one hand slid down her stomach, Lila again turned her gaze up to Michael's face. He was looking down at his hands, his face tense and focused. She shuddered as his hand cupped her wet pussy. Fingers speared through the small patch of hair to slide along her slit. They found her hood, shyly peaking out between folds. He pinched the small nerve ending gently between his thumb and forefinger. Lila shuddered and cried out his name. He used his index finger to press her button and then rub it. Lila shuddered some more and moaned his name. He kept up his fondling, pinching her clit and then pressing and rubbing it until Lila felt for sure his hand must be soaked with her moisture. 

Suddenly she found herself facing the window. Using one hand to firmly grip her hip, Michael guided her to bend forward and brace her upper body against the window with her arms. Lila sensed him behind her and heard him unzip his pants. She felt the hot, hard head of his cock against the seam of her ass. Slowly he moved it down and used the broad head to caress her slit, up and down to coat it with her cream. Finally he centered himself and thrust. He didn't get too far. He hadn't taken her in this position before and he knew he felt big to her. One hand moved to her clit, and he began caressing her again. At her moan, Michael pulled back and thrust again and again until he had buried himself to the hilt.




Princess & The Stud Ch. 07



The city lights twinkled and jumped in Lila's unfocused gaze. She'd leaned forward to rest her cheek against the cool glass. The sensations of Michael's cock moving in and out of her wet tight pussy sent electricity throughout her body. She faintly realized she was still wearing her heels. Her tits swayed with his thrusts. His easy rhythm became harder and deeper. His hand left her clit to caress the globe of her ass. Using both hands he spread her cheeks wide. Lila realized she could see his reflection in the glass. His cheekbones stood out in sharp relief, his gaze focused on where he pounded his cock into her. 

Letting go of her ass, one hand moved back to her clit, while the other slid up the slope of her back and to the front to cup a bouncing tit. He began to furiously rub at her button and pinched a nipple between his fingers. Lila came with a wail. She found herself quickly turned around, picked up and braced between the window and Michael. Cupping her knees around his hips, he quickly thrust inside her pussy.

His face showed the effort of holding back release. A bead of sweat ran from his temple to his chin, and hooded eyes met hers. Lila stared into the green pools, she felt as if he looked into her soul. 

"I love you." She whispered.

His eyes widened in comprehension. After a heartbeat he growled "Say it again." 

"I love you." 

Lila wrapped her legs firmly around his thrusting hips and did her best to meet his thrusts. His hands slid to cup her ass and help. Lila fused her mouth to his, their tongues entwined. Lila moaned into his mouth as she felt herself come again. This time she took him with her. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he groaned his release. She felt his warmth flood her pussy. He collapsed against her. Lila shifted uncomfortably against the cold, glass at her back. She was surprised that he was still dressed. Michael pulled her forward against his warm body, away from the window, and gave her a deep kiss.

Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom. Lila was faintly delighted to see the bedroom also had a window wall. 

"So beautiful." She murmured.

"Yeah." Michael responded, looking at Lila instead of the view. 

Pulling back the sheets, he placed her in the center of the bed and removed her heels. He went to the bathroom to clean up and finish undressing. He came back with a damp hand towel and cleaned her while she stared out at the city. Lying down next to her, he pulled her against his chest. 

"I love you." He whispered into her ear.

"I know." She replied solemnly, then turned onto her back to face him and look into his eyes, "I love you Michael."

"I love you." He repeated against her lips and she felt him place something on her stomach. When he pulled back, she looked down to find a jewelry box holding a single solitaire ring.

"Oh! It's beautiful." Lila whispered, picking up the box as she sat up.

He sat up too, "I was hoping you'd like it. It was my mother's."

Lila felt tears sting her eyes. Taking the box from her, Michael pulled out the ring and got out of bed to get down on his knee. 

"Lillian San Sebastian, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked with a smile and sardonic arched eyebrow. Lila wasn't fooled. She could see the turmoil behind his beautiful emerald eyes. 

She edged to the bed and leaned over to give him a kiss. "Yes." She whispered against his lips.

Deepening the kiss, Michael pushed her back onto the bed. He placed his ring on her finger and pulled her against his chest. After a moment she began to laugh. 

"What's so funny?" he asked a little confused.

"How in the world will I ever tell Katie or anyone else about how you proposed? Naked after..."

"Screwing you blind against the window at a Plaza hotel suite?" 

"Yes! Why couldn't you do it at a nice dinner or on the beach like normal people?"

"Because I wanted to be relaxed when I did. These days the only time I'm really relaxed is after we fuck."

"Make love." Lila corrected.

"Make love." He replied obediently. "So dear soon to be wife... how about we make love again?"

Lila felt his cock harden against her thigh and responded by climbing on top of him and leaning down for another kiss. Pulling back from their kiss, Lila crawled up a little to bring her breasts within reach of his mouth. While his fingers earlier had felt nice, she'd missed having his mouth on them. Bringing both hands up to cuddle her tits, Michael licked one nipple and then the other. Pushing them together be began to lick both nipples back and forth. He felt her hips hump his stomach and smiled. Taking one tip into his mouth he sucked. Lila made a faint humming noise and rubbed herself more firmly against his stomach. Releasing her breasts, his hands moved to her back and slid down to the small of her waist then over her ass. Moving his mouth to her other nipple he squeezed the globes, enjoying the feel of their softness. He gently bit her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then moved back to the other one. His hands continued to rub and squeeze her ass. He felt the wetness from her pussy coat his stomach. Finally shuddering Lila moved away and down his body. Avoiding his mouth she placed gentle sucking kisses on his neck, his pecs and then down his stomach.

Was she going to put her mouth on his dick? Tensing in anticipation, Michael looked down. Her shining black hair spilled around her. Sliding, swirling over his stomach in a cool caress. Finally Lila came face to face with his cock. She'd seen how oral sex was done in that pornographic film Michael had left in his DVD player. She had been curious ever since. She'd felt him in her hand but hadn't had the courage to try it until today. Taking him in her grasp she licked the tip of him. Michael panted, his eyes glued to the sight of her kneeling over him. The image of her pink tongue delicately licking his pre-cum was permanently seared into his brain. She licked him again, and then opened her mouth to take the tip of him in her mouth. At her gentle suck, Michael was done for. He quickly pulled her up and under him.

"Michael-" 

He cut off her plaintive cry with his mouth. 

"Can't Princess" "not right now" "too much" he whispered between kisses. Bending her legs at the knees, he pushed them up towards her shoulders as he thrust himself home. Her pussy was still wet and swollen from earlier, there was no resistance but it fit his cock nicely, it would provide the perfect fuck. Using his fingers to pinch her clit, he quickly brought her to another climax. The fresh release would make fucking her even slicker. Michael quickly pulled out and moved Lila over in a position that put her ass up and provided easy access to her cunt. Lila was exhausted but the firm lick of his tongue along her slit had her moaning.

Michael straightened and pushed his dick inside the wettest, softest cunt he'd ever fucked. Holding her hips in both hands, he began a smooth rhythm. Lila's moans continued. She was too tired to try to move against him, she just lay there and let the sensations of his almost gentle fucking wash over her. She didn't know how long he moved over her, but the end when it came sapped the last of her strength, she felt boneless, and content. She felt him brush a gentle kiss over the small of her back as she fell asleep.

Michael used the cloth from earlier to gently clean her and himself. Damn, she was fast asleep. She hadn't even eaten anything. Shit, he was an animal, he thought to himself ruefully. Ignoring his own pangs of hunger, he pulled her into his arms, contemplated the strange turn in his life and fell asleep. Holding Lila close to his heart.