Chapter Twenty-Three

 

 

After breakfast, Trenton took me out to the stables and kissed me passionately up against the wood wall as we waited for our horses to be saddled. Once we were astride, Trenton led the way to the lake I had wanted to visit. It didn't take long to reach the shimmering expanse of clear water. We dismounted near the lake's edge and tied our horses to a tree; the scent of ripe apples tickling my nose and enticing our horses. We removed their bits so they could forage. Then we wandered along the shoreline hand-in-hand, and when we were certain we were alone, we undressed each other slowly.

Trenton started to remove the stained silk around his cock, but I stopped him.

“Leave that be,” I said.

I smiled down at the silk bow as I stroked his hardening length. It began to push against the restraint, and Trenton groaned in pain.

“Please,” he whispered.

“You were a naughty boy,” I pressed my breasts to his chest and purred into his ear.

“I'm sorry, my lady.”

“Not good enough!” I snapped. “Get down on your hands and knees!”

He did as I said; bending over and getting on all fours. I walked around him; smacking his ass as I went, and he shivered with each strike. His cock was rock-hard; pulling his balls up with the silk.

“Beg for my forgiveness,” I growled.

“Please forgive me,” he cried immediately. “I'm sorry I said that I was your master. I'm not; you are my mistress; I swear it.”

“That's better.” I stopped before him and spread my legs. “You may lick me once.”

“Thank you,” he whimpered and lifted his head to my pussy.

His hands went to my hips, and he slid his tongue up me in a slow lick. Trenton groaned; his cock twitching more. But still, he tried to lick me again.

“Just once!” I pushed him back.

Trenton fell onto his back, and I straddled him. I positioned myself over his thighs and stroked his cock; making him moan before I slowly undid the bow. His erection sprang free, and Trenton gave a relieved cry.

“Thank you, my lady,” he whispered.

“You're welcome,” I said graciously and then headed to the lake. “Come along, Trenton.”

“Yes, my lady.” He hurried after me. “Shall I carry you into the water?”

“Yes.” I stopped in the shallows and let him pick me up.

Trenton carried me into the deep water as I nuzzled his neck; breathing deeply of his masculine scent. When we were in waist-high water, he held me out from him to float. I sighed and laid back in the cool weightlessness; my breasts breaking the surface as I spread my arms out. Trenton lowered his lips to a nipple and started to lave at it with his hot tongue. I enjoyed it for a moment, and then pushed him away and slipped out of his hands. I swam to the center of the lake, and he followed me. As Trenton approached, the sunlight caught his bright hair, and I was struck by his beauty. I suddenly wanted to know more about him than what was on the surface and what we shared together.

“Trenton, have you ever visited Earth?” I asked softly.

“Yes, when I was younger,” he blinked in surprise at my question. “Why do you ask?”

The conversation seemed to be a time-out, and Trenton relaxed into his normal self. Oddly enough, the real Trenton was neither an arrogant prince nor a willing slave. He was just a regular guy trying to find peace with the impotent power he had. A prince had influence and wealth, but it was Trenton's sister who held the reins. It did a number on him—his near-rule—and I think it was what gave him a desire to be dominated. He wanted to truly be helpless so that he could appreciate the limited power he had. But beneath it all, Trenton craved neither power or helplessness; he just wanted to be a man who lived his life simply.

“Did you like it there?” I asked another question instead of answering him.

“It's crowded and dirty,” he said thoughtfully. “But there are some beautiful places left on Earth; places not completely tainted by mankind.”

“Yeah, we're cruel to our world,” I admitted. “But, as you said, there are still a few good places left. Have you ever considered living there?”

“On Earth?” He asked in surprise.

“You're not happy here,” I said gently as I slipped into his arms. “On Earth, you wouldn't have to be a prince or a slave.”

Trenton blinked and then frowned. He laid his forehead on mine and tightened his hold on me. I could feel his heart beating faster against my chest.

“How do you see right to the heart of me, Riley?” He asked softly. “My sister doesn't notice my unhappiness; or, if she does, she thinks it's sexual. She thinks everything can be cured with sex.”

“That seems to be a very Fey attitude,” I teased him.

Trenton leaned back and smiled at me. “You're a remarkable woman. I think I...” he swallowed roughly and started over. “I have feelings for you; feelings beyond desire. And they confuse me. I barely know you.”

“But I know you,” I whispered before I kissed him softly. “And sometimes you love someone simply because they know and accept who you are.”

“Love,” he whispered. “That's not something I'd ever hoped to find.”

“That's sad,” I said gently. “Trenton, I think if you didn't have to be a prince, you could let go of this need to be controlled. You could just be you. Wouldn't that be better?”

“Maybe,” he murmured as he started to slide his hands over me. “Let's pretend for awhile and see what making love as two normal people is like.”

“Okay,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him.

Trenton kissed me, and there was no dominance in it; not from either of us. There was no demand or submission. There was nothing but passion. And it was the most wonderful kiss we'd shared. I groaned into it and hooked my legs around his waist. His cock was hardening against my belly, and I wiggled against it eagerly. Trenton broke our kiss to laugh joyfully and with complete abandon.

“As always, Riley,” Trenton said, “you know exactly what I need.”

We swam over to a stone boulder, and Trenton set me on it. He spread my legs and licked the water from my pussy in languorous laps. I laid back on the sun-warmed stone—keeping my hand on his wet hair—and just enjoyed the pleasure. There was no planning ahead; no thinking about my next move or what command would make him more mine. I just enjoyed the sensations he gave me.

Trenton wasn't worried about planning either; he didn't worry about making me come before he stopped licking me. Instead, he climbed up on the rock beside me so he could slide his hands over my wet body and take his time enjoying every curve the way he wanted to. I pulled him over me and kissed him again; I couldn't seem to stop doing it. Now that I knew what a real Trenton kiss was like; I needed more of them; all of them. As our tongues tangled together, I drew my legs up his sides and rocked my pelvis up against him. Trenton ground himself against me, moaning into my mouth.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmured. “Dark and sweet, all at once; like cherries and chocolate.”

“And I love the way you look. Have I told you how handsome you are?” I whispered. “Your shining hair against this gorgeous skin, all these crazy muscles, and then those impossible eyes. Purple; who the hell has purple eyes?” I shook my head. “Even here—among all the beautiful fairies of Tirne—you are the most stunning man I've ever met.”

Trenton gaped at me; his eyes searching my soft expression and then my gaze. Finally, he laid his lips to mine gently as he slipped inside me. I moaned as Trenton filled me completely and then began a steady rhythm.

“Trenton,” I moaned.

“Riley,” he whispered back. “I have never felt the way I do with you. No one has ever said such things to me.”

“You've never been told that you're handsome?” I asked in surprise.

Trenton brushed back my hair and stared down tenderly at me as he continued to rock into me.

“No one has said it to me with such honesty,” he amended. “You genuinely find me attractive.”

“Anyone with eyes would find you attractive,” I huffed.

“No, sweetheart, not here,” he said with a smile. “Here, I am one of the shining throng. And I'm not even considered one of the more attractive members of my race. My body is too large—too muscular to be refined as a prince should be, my features are too similar to my sister's to be special, and my voice is too rough. It's only my title that wins me compliments and the interest of the ladies of Court. But all of those pretty words are false; I can see the lie in their eyes. Except for you, my sweet Riley, your eyes only hold truth in them.”

“Trenton,” I whispered. “What's happening between us?”

“Something magical, I think,” he whispered back before he kissed me again. “And something very real.”