CHAPTER 19
Teagan
When we arrived back at the palace, Cort grabbed my hand and quickly led me down a long hallway.
“Come with me.”
He led me to his bedroom and undressed me, taking his time with my clothes. I was trembling when I stood in front of him naked, my body responding to his every touch, kiss or move.
“Lie down on the bed.”
The cool sheets beneath me did nothing to cool my hot skin.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded my head, and my heart sped up while I watched him go to his closet and take out a bag.
I grinned. “Is this what I think it is?”
He returned the smile, his eyes never leaving mine. He left the bag on the floor and took off his clothes. My mouth became dry at the sight of his naked glory.
“Yeah. Have you done it before?”
I had a few sex toys, that I had kept hidden from Theo, but I’d never used them with him, or any other guy for that matter.
“Never with guys.”
His smirk grew bigger. “So, do you have a favorite one?”
It was difficult to pick. Besides, I had a feeling that whichever toy he used now it would make me feel way better than it would when I was alone.
“Whichever you want to.”
He took the handcuffs out of the bag, completely surprising me. “The handcuffs?”
“Yes. Being restrained like this will help you feel everything better. I want you to focus on your pleasure only. I couldn’t make you scream before, but I am going to make you scream now.”
He cuffed my hands to the headboard of his bed and took out a bullet vibrator.
“I need you to keep your legs open all the time. Do you understand?”
I loved his dominant side. “Yes.”
A shudder rocked my body. My juices had already soaked the sheets beneath me, a clear sign of how much I needed him. I was so ready for this, opening my legs wide apart when he knelt next to me.
“Mmm, I love the smell of you. It’s fucking hot.”
He turned on the vibrator and pressed it against my clit. I inhaled sharply and rocked my hips when the first tremors coursed from my core to the rest of my body. I just loved the stimulation, pressing myself against the small toy as he moved it in circles.
“You look so sexy. You like me playing with you?”
“Yes,” I breathed . He thrust himself inside me, and I cried out loud, the intense pleasure overwhelming me for a few moments.
I pulled against the handcuffs, and the metal pressed into my skin, but I could barely notice the pain. All I could feel was my clit being stimulated to the point of bursting and his cock deep inside me. He was fucking me fast, the vibrations gaining a higher intensity, and I clenched my thighs together without thinking when everything became unbearable—a few seconds away from coming hard. He pulled out quickly and I looked up at him and almost begged him to continue.
He smiled at me as he switched the highest intensity and pressed the bullet against my clit, and thrust himself inside of me again. I was screaming and writhing, fighting my hardest to keep my orgasm building. The sweet torture was too much to take, and I was already there. On the verge of coming so hard.
“Not yet,” he said and moved the toys away from me again.
“Quit teasing me!” I pushed against my restraints, twisting my whole body in a futile try to get him to finish me off. His lips found mine, as he kissed me deeply.
“I enjoy playing with you like this. Remember what I told you before—everything is better when you wait for it. So, when I bring this back like this,” he slammed the himself back inside and put the vibrator on my clit at the same time. “You’re going to feel it really good.”
Another scream tore out of my throat, the waves of ecstasy washing over me. He was fucking me wildly and without mercy, causing my body to twitch uncontrollably in an incoming orgasm. It was more intense than I expected it, everything tightening inside of me as he finally let me come. Shattering waves rushed over my body.
“You look so fucking beautiful.”
“Cort!” I finally found my voice. “That’s... Oh don’t stop.”
“You love me fucking you?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck. I can’t hold on anymore.” He plunged it deep inside and left it there. He held my legs separated and pushed inside my wetness, burying himself deep. I was screaming so loud, he was doing wonders to my body.
He wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled him with my heels toward me, urging him to get even deeper inside. He moved his one hand to my breasts roughly, turning my nipples into perky buds with his skilled fingers. He sped up, fucking me with urgency that knew no limits, and each time he entered he pressed against the G-spot, doubling my pleasure.
I was coming hard.
“Holy shit,” I hissed as he slid out. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
“Oh God! This feels so good.”
He braced himself against the bed and lowered his head to kiss me, pushing inside fast. Our tongues clashed against each other, coated in our spit and heat, and I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop, meeting each furious thrust with my hips, trying to feel him better inside.
“Fuck Teagan.”
His grunts mixed with my cries, our sweaty bodies hitting against each other as he drove us closer to our orgasms. My blood hummed with need to get another release, tension coiling in me after each second.
“Yes,” he growled.
He pumped a few more times before he roared and emptied himself inside of me, filling me completely.
“Yes!” I cried out as my body shook with his. When both our orgasms stopped he collapsed down onto my body.
“Cort, this was amazing.”
He kissed my shoulder and got out of me. “You are so good, Teagan. I’m so addicted and I can’t stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
He came to his elbows and kissed me. His kiss was slow this time, and I felt my body slowly relax and eventually fall asleep.
***
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a royal gown, with diamonds and jewels dripping down my neck. I opened my mouth in awe. I looked stunning. I had never seen myself look this amazing.
I heard a knock at the door.
“M’lady it is time for us to go,” one of the palace staff said.
I gathered myself and walked out to meet him. I smiled at him, but as I walked down the palace hallway with him, I noticed that he would barely look at my face.
He led me outside to where a car was waiting.
“Where is Cort?” I asked the man, but he just ignored me. I tried to open my mouth to ask him again, but he shoved me inside of the car. I plopped down on the seat confused.
The carriage took off and I looked at the beauty surrounding the palace. There were mountains and trees everywhere. I couldn’t believe how beautiful this country was.
The car pulled off the main road and into a town square. And suddenly it stopped.
I looked up to the driver. “Why are we stopping?”
But instead of answering me, he just rolled up the divider and closed off my view of him.
What the hell was going on?
I reached for the door, and tried to pull it open, but the doors were locked. I looked outside and saw a crowd of people around me. I screamed at them.
“Help! I’m locked inside!”
But the people did nothing. Instead of looking like they wanted to help, they just looked angry.
“Please! Someone help me!” I cried out again.
“We don’t need to help you, my queen,” a man outside sneered. “You do not belong here.”
And with that the entire car was surrounded by an angry mob. I moved myself quickly away from the window as the people started yelling.
“You are not our queen!”
“We will never support you!”
Tears pricked at my eyelashes as I felt the car start to be rocked by the mob.
I jolted awake.
What time was it?
I blinked my eyes to block out the glare from the giant alarm clock Cort kept by his bed. The digital read out said 4:45 am. It was still dark outside. I had been asleep for about five hours, but I’d tossed and turned the entire time. That dream. Their angry faces. I couldn’t get it all out of my head.
I was worried. I felt as if I was almost on the verge of panic. An overwhelming feeling of doom was gripping my chest as if some invisible boogie man had taken control of her body and mind.
What was happening to me?
I’d had a beautiful evening with Cort. The flirtations under the table had been perfect. The food, the wine, the music—it had all been like something out of the most romantic old movie. I felt like Hollywood royalty.
But something was wrong. I had to leave. I didn’t know why exactly, but this was becoming all too real for her. It wasn’t right. I knew that Cort loved me just as much as I loved him. And it was love. There was no mistake about it. But I knew it was the right thing to do.
I had to leave. I could not become queen of a nation I didn’t know anything about. And I could not fall in love and rearrange my whole life for a man I’d known barely a week.
I had to go home.
It was time for me to get back to my life and forget that Cort Monreau even existed, no matter how difficult that was going to be. The people here would never accept me, I wouldn’t be able to live with that.
I slipped out of bed in the dark. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and turned on the flashlight. Carefully shielding the light from Cort’s eyes, I cast it downward with my hand as I looked for my clothes. I found them crumpled up on the floor.
I was completely naked, and the rush of the air conditioning chilled my body quickly. I grabbed her panties, then her bra. I put both on hastily, being as quiet as I could. If Cort woke up, he would talk me into staying, and it wouldn’t have taken much convincing.
Despite how panicked I was, I knew I loved him.
What was I doing? This wasn’t right, was it? Tears stung my eyes as I struggled with my feelings and finished getting dressed. For the first time in my life, I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. But I knew that I had to get out of there, and I had to go home. I would feel much better when I got out of this fairy tale world I somehow stepped into.
I put my shoes on and slipped out of the bedroom quickly. Somehow, I remembered the way down the hall and the stairs, and past the guards standing just outside the door of the castle. The guards barely glanced at me as I said goodbye. Maybe this was not such an unusual occurrence, to have a girl leaving the palace in the middle of the night?
I hailed a passing taxi and rode back to my hotel. I quickly packed my things and took a cab to the airport where I traded my ticket in for an earlier flight. Luckily, I only had to wait three hours before a flight bound for San Diego boarded. I was ready to go home.
Once I was on the plane, I took a moment to relax. It was almost like the past week had been a weird dream. Life was starting to make sense again. I felt like I was actually doing what I was supposed to. It would be so good to see my family, my friends, my students, to get back to my life.
But I missed Cort. Already I missed him. I wanted so badly to wake up in his bed, to be in his arms, to have breakfast with him every day. Tears started to roll down my face. If I was doing the right thing, then why was I crying so much? Life just did not make any sense to her anymore. What was I doing?
As I got closer to home, I began to miss Cort more and more. I was questioning my decision. Why did I leave so abruptly? Cort would be crushed. I knew that, and the thought of hurting him felt like a giant dagger being jammed into my heart.
I felt sick. I wanted to run back to Cort and be in his arms. When I landed, I would have to call him and apologize. I had to explain.
But when I landed I could not bring myself to make a call, text, or even send an email.
He might be the only man I ever loved.
And I left him. Just like Theo just left me.
How could he ever forgive me?