Chapter Six - Tristan
Every minute of the day dragged on in a seemingly endless fashion. I never cared about meetings or budgets or policies, to begin with, and today, with my mind on only Ella, it was worse. Jonathan, the finance minister, was droning on and on about the benefits of a new plan, something about tax dollars and an unused plot of land, but I wasn't listening. I was only here because these sorts of things needed my signature. As crown prince, I had to sign off on all long-term plans for Ladoria. Which meant I had to sit through meeting after boring meeting about ideas that weren’t even mine.
“Sir?” Jonathan said, giving me a nervous look, “are you prepared to sign?”
“You know, I think I need a few things first,” I said. After this meeting, I had to go to one on agriculture, and then on roadway infrastructure, neither of which I was looking forward to. Maybe, if I stretched this meeting out, I wouldn’t have time for the other meetings.
“You want to know more details?” Jonathan asked. He sounded surprised, and he looked around the room at other council members instead of at me.
“I want more coffee and a sandwich. I can’t sign anything until I have them,” I said, crossing my arms. I wondered what Ella was doing. If she was nervous, if somewhere in the village she was making those same faces she’d made on stage. I couldn’t wait to see her, to talk to her, to touch her. I wanted to run my hands on her perfect skin, trace the lines I found there, hear the sounds she’d made. I wanted to lick her neck and suck on her collarbone until red splotches bloomed across her. I wanted to know the noises she’d make when I kissed her, when I pulled her in close and felt her body pressed against mine. I wondered if she’d tremble, or make little sounds.
I wanted to put my hands on her curves, cup her breasts, her ass. I wanted to see her eyes get wide as I lifted her dress, touched her thighs, and--
I sat up in my seat, hard in my pants thinking about it, about Ella.
“We’re taking a break,” I said, needing to be somewhere private.
“Sir, we cannot,” Jonathan started. I could tell he was angry and frustrated, but I didn’t care.
“A break starting now,” I said, cutting him off, “I expect coffee here when I return.”
I left the room quickly. I headed to my private chambers and closed the door. I didn’t want anyone else around while I thought about Ella. While I imagined it, the things that could happen in the next few days. I wondered again if she and Christa were one and the same. If she was, I knew a few things she’d love me to do, things I’d be more than happy to do. I unzipped my pants, thinking about Ella in the dress she’d worn yesterday, the way it had hugged her and showed her off, thinking about how fucking beautiful she was.
I took my cock in my hand, touching myself slowly, thinking about Ella and Christa, putting Ella’s face and body with Christa’s words. Last week, Christa had described in detail a fantasy she had of a man seeing how many times in a row she could come, holding her down and touching her over and over until she was spent, until she was too sensitive to take it anymore. I’d gotten off to it then too, jerked myself off staring at the words on my computer screen.
I thought now about Ella, about holding her down, putting my fingers in her, making her cry out and arch, feeling how soaked she’d be. Hearing the sounds that pretty mouth of hers would make when I touched her, stroked her. I wanted to feel it, wanted her to buck up against my hand as I touched her, wanted her to come around my fingers, wanted her to scream my name.
I picked up speed stroking myself, with my back pressed against my wall, desperate and sweating as I pictured her. I wanted her all spread out for me, wanted to touch her, make her writhe under my hands, my tongue. I had to know how she’d look when she came, how she’d look when I fucked her, how she’d taste when I licked her, how she’d look with my cock in her mouth. I worked myself hard and fast, coming in my own hand so quickly I felt like a teenager.
Fuck. I wanted her to be thinking about me, too.
I decided to make sure she was. I cleaned myself off with a towel and then grabbed my phone. The number I’d been given for her was temporary and would only work during the trial. I wasn’t supposed to contact her at all until she arrived, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I dialed her number, feeling disappointed when it went to voicemail.
Hi! You’ve reached Ella. I can’t come to my phone right now, so leave me a message and I’ll do my best to get back to you right away!
I grinned and left a message, speaking in low whispers on purpose.
Ella. It’s Tristan. I wanted you to know that I’m really looking forward to our time together. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I hope you’ve been thinking about me. If you have, wear a sexy dress tonight, something tight. And don’t wear underwear.
I hung up when I was done and decided I had to know. I had to know if Ella was Christa. I called Peter, the most reliable member of my security team, and ordered him to find out.
My coffee was hot and waiting when I got back to the meeting, but I was still only thinking about Ella.