“We need to get up and get moving with our day. We have an appearance with our parents this afternoon at a tea party. This is not optional. We have to be there. It’s a fundraiser for one of the college for scholarships. We are going, and you need to get up and put on a brave face.” Rupert told me, and then rang for a maid and ordered me a tonic to help with the headache from the hangover.
“I’m not going.” I told him and rolled over on my belly. My ass was in the air and he took that the opportunity. The next thing I know he slapped my ass, with a loud crack filling the air. He had hit me hard enough to make it actually hurt. “Hey!” I shouted indignantly.
“I told you to get up, girl. We have to go and it’s not up for debate. If you can’t handle your liquor, cut yourself off before you get drunk next time.” Rupert told me sternly. Right now, I almost hated him. He had a point, I could have turned down some of the numerous drinks I consumed. Or I could have just sipped one. Nursed on it for a couple of hours so I wouldn’t get that drunk.
“Bite me, Rupert,” I said to him and damned if he didn’t do just that. The man leaned over me and took my flesh in between his teeth. He bit me so hard, I just knew it was going to leave a bruise. That was the point, I suppose, but still it hurt like hell. I sat straight with the pillow in my hands and hurled it at his head. Forcing him to jump back or be hit in the face.
Laughing he caught the pillow and raised a brow at me. “Are you ready to get in the shower now?”
“I hate you,” I told him with my head spinning like a top. Getting up, he steadied me and helped me to the shower. A few minutes later he brought me the tonic that the maid had delivered. It was intended to help with my hangover, but the smell could have knocked you senseless from across the room.
“I love you too, Lara.” Rupert told me as I swallowed the nasty tasting drink. I soaked in the shower. I let the hot water cascade over my pounding head, and run down my body. It helped with the headache, and the sore muscles from dancing. A few minutes later after the tonic andshower, I did start to feel better. So just maybe he wasn’t all that much of an evil bastard.
“Do you really love me?” I asked him as I got out and toweled myself off. I know he was pretty forthcoming with his emotions. But when he said he loved me, I wasn’t always sure. He would always say it at times where I wasn’t quite sure if he was joking or totally serious.
“Lara, I will marry you. I have asked you already, all you have to do is say ‘Yes’. Aside from what you have read or heard about me. I do want to marry and settle down.” He told me in a very unromantic way. He came over to wrap his arms around my body. He tugged the towel off and let it fall to the floor. Picking me up, he set me on the bathroom counter and dropped to his knees between my legs. Before I even registered what he was doing, he’d had his tongue licking me and his lips pressed to my pussy.
He started licking my outer lips and gently nibbling on them. The nibbling became harder almost painful before he dragged his tongue between them. I couldn’t stop moaning. He made me feel so amazing. The feel of his tongue almost drove me over the edge, but then he stopped. He raised his head and looked at me smiling.
“Do you know how good you taste? I love how you feel while my tongue is bathing you. Your moans drive me crazy.” He said quietly. He lowered his head again and went back to licking me. His tongue slid easily as my juices trickled out. At the top of his lick he pressed his tongue firmly against my clit. I started wiggling and moaning loudly. He reached his arm around me and put it across my stomach. The other joined his mouth and he alternated between using his tongue and his fingers.
His fingers drove me even closer to the edge of the cliff. He lapped quickly at my clit before his fingers entered me. At the same time as I felt his fingers, my hips lifted up off the counter. He pressed harder against my stomach trying to hold me down. That action caused a loud moan to escape my lips. He lifted his head but left his fingers to wiggle inside me while he looked at me again.
“Like that, did you? I shall have to remember that for the future.” He said before giving me an almost evil smile. He returned to licking my clit and the juices coming from me. My moans only got louder. Between his tongue and his fingers pumping in and out of me, I was ready to explode. Then he bit my clit hard enough that I lost all control and my body tensed up. My inner walls contracted and squeezed his fingers as my juices rushed from my body. I heard his moans as he lapped up my fluids.
I buried my hands in his hair to hold myself steady on the edge of the bathroom counter. I let my head fall back and enjoyed how he made me feel with his mouth. He quickly drove me to one climax after another. When he finally stopped and helped me get down off the counter. He caught me before I fell, my legs were nothing but jelly. I was giggling and out of breath and I could see his erection through his trousers. Dropping my hand, I stroked the large bulge through his pants. It always excited me to touch him.