Chapter 52 Sex at the table
“Phew.” Isabella whistled blissfully. “That was intense.”
“Was it?” Lucien teased. They were on the bed now, arms intertwined, sheets covering them.
“Don't you think so?” She rolled her eyes.
Lucien's cock was still inside of her, making her pussy ache for more.
“I agree with you. I think we should fight more. It makes the sex more passionate.” He continued.
Isabella scoffed, shaking her head. She couldn't believe her ears. Slowly, she moved, going up and down, one of her legs on his lap and the other widened.
“Still hungry?” Lucien smirked.
Isabella ignored him, her hands guiding the cock that'd just slipped out, back into her hole.
“I think you're becoming insatiable.” He murmured, his finger flicking her ear.
“You wanna know what I think?” She breathed softly as she collapsed on him.
“What?” Lucien urged.
“Sometimes, I'm scared that it's not enough.” She stopped, allowing Lucien decode the meaning of her words.
“How do you mean?” Lucien frowned.
“Look at Olivia.” She shrugged. “She, I'm sure she didn't need to read anything or learn before…” Her face flushed red.
Lucien sighed, as he stroked her hair. “So, you think you're not enough?”
Isabella shrugged. “I'm trying to be real.”
Lucien nodded. He lifted her up and sat on the edge of the bed, lying her flat on his knees.
“What are you doing?” Isabella asked, dismayed.
Lucien ignored her as his hands ran through her bare ass.
“Do you have any idea what the moonlit blood is?” He whispered.
Isabella shrugged. “Only that it makes people go crazy.” As she spoke, she arched forward, widening her legs to allow Lucien access to her folds.
“Wrong,” Lucien said, a smack accompanying his words.
Isabella whimpered from pain and pleasure. “What are you doing?” She cried softly.
“Teaching you.” He muttered as he caressed the part he'd just smacked.
“Hmm,” Isabella grunted, nodding.
“What…what are you doing?” She protested as Lucien set her on her feet.
“Making the lessons more interesting.” He muttered, his expression serious. He was still seated at the edge of the bed.
“Touch your toes.”
Isabella obeyed immediately, touching her toes, her ass in his face, her pink mound of flesh breathing softly.
“Widen your legs,” Lucien said and separated her legs, his hand on her clit.
Isabella arched her hip backwards, as she felt his hands on her clit.
“More,” Lucien said as his hands separated her legs till they were far apart. Her breasts were dangling in the air.
“Good.” He nodded in satisfaction.
“Why is the moonlit blood feared?” He asked again, his hands in between her thighs, touching everywhere but the one place she wanted him.
Isabella groaned. “I really don't know, Lucien.”’
Smack.
The slap landed on her clit.
She bit her lips, feeling the sting on her throbbing clit.
Just as before, his fingers circled her clit, massaging them gently, his hands expanding her lips, making her arousal drop.
Lucien's fingers worked, going up and down her flesh, expounding the mounds.
Isabella could feel her legs weakening from the pleasure.
“I'm going to tell you the answer, Isabella Thorne.”
Isabella nodded, protesting as his fingers left her.
“The moonlit blood is very dangerous. Makes people go crazy. Men and women. I want you to think about sexual allure and all other types.”
His hands moved to her taut nipples, fondling her breasts. “Stand.”’He commanded and pointed at his thighs, his cock standing upright.
“Lie down.” Isabella nodded meekly, doing what she'd just been commanded.
“Did that hurt?” His voice was calmer.
She nodded softly. “In between pleasure and pain.” She whispered.
Lucien nodded satisfactorily. His hands circled her ass. “I don't think you know how beautiful you are, Isabella Thorne. Olivia has got nothing on you. No one has.”
Isabella could feel her heart fluttering. “That feels good.”
Lucien shook his head, still in disbelief that she thought he was trying to make her feel good.
“You wanna know why I spanked you?” He asked.
“Why?”
“Because I'm trying to punish you. I feel insulted on your behalf that you think Olivia is prettier than you.”
“You're not trying to massage my ego or anything?”
“No. Have you seen you?” He asked exasperatedly l.
Isabella was about to respond, when a soft knock sounded on the door.
“Your Majesty.” It was Sam. “Your presence and that of the Lady's is demanded in the hall for dinner.”
Isabella looked around. It was evening already.
“We've really been at this for a long time.” She whispered.
Lucien grunted. “Thank you Sam, we'll be there in a minute.”
Slowly, he lifted Isabella up and set her down. “You're gonna go to that hall,v with all the confidence you can muster, Izzy.”
Isabella nodded. “I will.”
A mischievous smile played on Lucien's face. “I've got an idea.”
Isabella groaned. Whatever it was was not going to be good.”
“It's dinner.” Lucien began. “How about I eat the food they serve us and eat you my food.”
“You,” her eyes widened. “You've been eating me since. “You're not easily satisfied are you?”
“Nope.” Lu,ien said simply, smiling.
“Here,” he reached out for a gown with a slit running up her thighs. “Wear this. No panties.”
“No panties?” She said horrified.
“No panties,” Lucien affirmed. “Let's hurry.”
Isabella glanced at the gown in her hands. Her legs weakened at the thought of what Lucien was about to do.
Lucien slipped into his trousers, his hair curled. “You ready?” He said as he stretched his hand out to take hers.
“Ready.” Isabella nodded, slipping her hands to his.
The dining hall was filled with a lot of varieties.
As she walked with Lucien by her side, filling up her plates, she could not help the eyes that followed her everywhere she went.
The men in the room stared at her with unmatched desire, their feral eyes bulging with every step that she took.
And the women? They glanced at her with jealousy.
Isabella hid the smile that was crouching on her face by biting her lips. She'd not done much on her face, and they were already frothing at the lips.
They'd stopped countless times to greet Lucien's acquaintances. And now, it was time for food.
Food.
Isabella's mind and thighs worked simultaneously. She could feel her arousal building at the thought of what Lucien would do the moment they were seated at the table.
Lucien's hands landed on her waist, as he guided her to the table. “You ready?” Hot breath landed on her ear.
Isabella nodded, trembling.
A soft noise sounded on the glasses, calling for their attention. It was Olivia.
“We have His Majesty, Lucien Blackthorn with us this evening.”
Everyone cheered in response, as Lucien smiled.
“And his mate, the Lady Isabella Throne.” Olivia's smile was bright.
The applause was less enthusiastic than Lucien's but Isabella waved nonetheless.
“Tonight, we are going to eat and toast. Tomorrow, we face the issues.” Olivia said, raising the glass to her mouth.
“Cheers.” Glasses clinked together, Lucien's and Isabella's.
Just as Isabella brought the glass to her mouth, she froze.
With expertise, Lucien had raised her gown up, his hands rubbing her thighs.
She dropped the glass of wine gently back on the table.
“Everything okay, Isabella?” Olivia's sweet voice sounded from opposite her.
Almost immediately, Lucien's fingers curled inside her.
Isabella gasped, clenching the table with her free hand. “Yes, Lady Olivia. I'm fine. I…” she groaned silently. “I'm just having a little bit of discomfort, but…but I'm fine.”
She flashed what she thought to be an encouraging smile that would signal to Olivia to leave her alone.
It was taking the last bit of self-control not to throw her head backwards and place her legs on the chair to give Lucien more entrance.
“Eat.” Lucien's voice sounded in her ears. He leaned in, pushing a forkful of eggs into her mouth, silencing the moan that threatened to escape.
Isabella chewed softly, her eyes roaming to make sure that she was not being watched.
“His Majesty must really love his mate.” A man said from the side as Lucien fed Isabella some salad.
Isabella whimpered. They obviously didn't know what was happening.
He'd just increased the fingers to three and was fucking her noiselessly. Thankfully, the noise from the chatters on the table was covering whatever slippery sound his fingers might have been making.
“The food is good,” Lucien said for the first time, as he took some cheese.
“Yeah, right?” Isabella said sweetly, sighing in relief. His fingers were out, and were resting on her thighs.
“Yup, I should have more.” His lips curled with a smile, as his hands circled her clit.
Isabella leaned into him. “Continue like this, and I'll have no choice but to moan loudly.”
Lucien smirked. “That's way better.”
Isabella widened her eyes. “Way better?” She asked disbelievingly. There was no coming back from this.
“I need them to know you belong to me. This pussy belongs to me.”
Isabella tightened her thighs, locking his fingers in. “Continue with this, and I'm going to cum on your hands.”