Keeping My Prince Charming (8 page)

“Wait,” I said to the girl next to me. “Why isn’t Casper here?” I frowned.

“It’s a test,” the girl said and pouted. “If Violeta can guess that neither of the guys was hers, then Casper has a better chance of making a position in the inner circle. Most couples don’t go for the double test, but I guess they are confident.”

“Wow,” I said and watched as Johan ran the toothbrush along Violeta’s lips. I had no idea why he thought that was sexy or pleasurable and I wondered what he was thinking.

“He loves that toothbrush,” the girl said softly as she peeked up at him.

“Really?” I gave her a quick glance. I wanted to ask her what she meant and if that was his personal toothbrush. Did he have a toothbrush fetish? I wanted to giggle as I thought about him cuddling his toothbrush and telling it that he loved it. I was picturing Johan kissing the toothbrush when I heard my name and I jumped up nervously. I watched as Violeta was guided off of the bed and out of a door. I swallowed hard and walked towards the bed. I guessed I was next. My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I got onto the bed and Charles leaned down to tie the blindfold around my eyes. I folded my arms across my chest so that he couldn’t accidentally graze my breasts. I lay back and rested my head on the pillows. They felt soft and luxurious underneath my head. I stretched out on the bed and waited, all my nerves on edge. I felt like I was lying there for hours when I finally heard the sounds of classical music playing. I waited for something to happen next. It was killing me, being in the dark. Then I felt the bed move slightly and I tensed. I felt hot breath on my neck and my body stiffened. I tried to take a deep breath and smell, but I could smell nothing but roses. The breath moved to my neck and it made me clammy all over as I lay there, waiting to see what was going to happen next. I felt the breath across my lips and then move to my ear. Then he blew into my ear gently and I felt my skin tingling. It was Xavier. I was almost positive of it as he continued blowing gently. I moaned slightly as he continued blowing and I squirmed on the bed, wanting to feel more of him on me. And then it was done. And I was there waiting again. I lay there waiting in the darkness for the next man and that was when I started panicking. What if it hadn’t been Xavier? What if the next guy was Xavier? What if I chose wrong? I almost collapsed in relief as I felt the bristles of a toothbrush against my lips. It was Johan again. It had to be. I knew with all certainty that there was no way that Xavier would think that a toothbrush against the lips was sexy. I smiled to myself as I lay there, feeling confident in my answer. The bristles rubbed against my lips and it took everything in me to not turn over or push the toothbrush away from my face. This was not sexy. In fact, if every round was like this, then I had nothing to worry about. Before I knew it, my blindfold was off and I was being taken to another room. There was a thin-looking woman with a dour face sitting at a table and she asked me which of the men was Xavier. I answered without hesitation that it was number one. She nodded and asked me if I was willing to go to round two. She pointed towards another door and I got up and walked there, feeling pleased with myself.

“Hey,” one of the girls who joined me about five minutes later said.

“You got Johan, right?”

“He used the toothbrush on me too.” She nodded and grinned. “I’m Margerita, by the way.”

“Lola,” I said and she nodded.

“I know.” She laughed at my surprised look and I was surprised by how much her smile transformed her face. “You’re famous in this crowd. We all saw the newspapers and the engagement announcement.”

“It’s not real,” I whispered, wanting to share something with her. Margerita seemed like a nice girl, the sort of girl I would be friends with.

“It’s real enough.” She smiled at me warmly. “He cares for you.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I can see by the way he looks at you.”

“Oh?”

“When he was blowing in your ear.” She sighed wistfully. “He was looking down at you with such love in his eyes. He is totally in love with you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I protested, but secretly I was pleased by her comments. “We barely know each other.”

“Love doesn’t care about time,” she said and took a deep breath. “I’m scared for this test.”

“Oh? Why?”

“You’ll see.” She made a face and closed her mouth as Charles walked into the room with Violeta by his side. He had a wide smile on his face and I wondered what they had been up to.

“Are you ready?” he said and both Margerita and I nodded. I looked behind me and didn’t see the fourth girl.

“She didn’t make it,” Charles said with a small smile as we walked into the room again. “Okay, everyone, you have to take a piece of clothing off now.”

“We have to? I thought it was optional.”

“This is round two. Everyone has to do it.” Violeta looked at me and I watched as she pulled her panties down and flung them behind her. “Don’t be a baby, Lola.”

“I’m not a baby,” I said and swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at Violeta’s half-naked body. Margerita sighed and I watched as she took her dress off slowly. I took a deep breath and started taking my dress off as well. I was annoyed at myself that I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress. Why, oh, why hadn’t I worn a bra? I was jealous of Margarita in that moment. She was standing there in a bra and panties, but then again, she must have known what these tests would have entailed. It took everything in me not to cover my nipples as Charles stared at me. I took a step back as he approached me and his eyes glittered into mine as he stopped and stood in front of me.

“You may sit down,” he said as he looked down at my breasts and licked his lips slowly. “Violeta will go first again. Violeta, go and lie on the bed and I’ll be there to put the blindfold on in a second.”

“Yes, Charles,” she said and I watched her sashaying to the bed. Margerita and I walked back over to the couch and sat down.

“You’re so brave,” she whispered to me as we had a seat. I could see her trying not to look at my breasts and I made a face.

“Not really.” I sighed and sat back. “But what choice do I have?” I looked towards the door and that was when Casper walked in, looking smart and confident. He walked up to her and I watched as he slipped his fingers inside her legs.

“What’s he doing?” I whispered to Margerita. “I thought they couldn’t use their body?”

“That was test one.” She bit her lower lip. “Now they can use everything, but their cocks.”

“I thought they couldn’t use hands in this round either?” I frowned.

“They changed the rules.” Her eyes widened. “They can use their hands now as well in this round.”

“Oh, my Go
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what?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes wide. “Thank God you went braless and not panty-less.’

“Yeah,” I said and closed my eyes. My breath was coming fast now. Who was going to be in the room with me, aside from Xavier, and what were they going to do? I didn’t even watch Casper with Violeta; her moans and screams told me everything I needed to know. She was having the time of her life and she didn’t care who knew. Then the music stopped and Casper left the room. I stared at the door, wondering who was going to enter next. In walked Stephan and this time he didn’t gaze at me. Instead he walked over to the box and I watched as he pulled a dildo out and moved towards the bed. He spread Violeta’s legs and I gasped as he moved her body around so that her head was in our direction. I wasn’t sure why he was doing that and then I realized that he’d done it on purpose. He wanted to make me uncomfortable. He had done it on purpose to make me squirm. He held the dildo up and gazed into my eyes as he placed it between Violeta’s legs. He moved the dildo in and out of her, his eyes never leaving mine. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t look away. It was uncomfortable and I felt depraved, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Stephan's eyes never left mine the whole time he was using the dildo on Violeta and I could feel my face growing warm. A part of my body was tingling as if he were doing it to me. I looked away then. I was uncomfortable and anxious with anticipation. What was going to happen to me?

I watched as Stephan left the room and then Violeta took her blindfold off. I was about to stand up when Xavier burst into the room, his face red and his eyes angry.

"This is enough, Lola, let's go." He marched over to me and grabbed my hand. "Put your dress on now and we're leaving," he barked. I stared at him in shock and watched as Charles walked over to us. "You do understand that by leaving you will forfeit the opportunity to join the inner circle of the Society of Brothers?"

"I don't care," Xavier snapped and glared down at me. "Put your damn dress on, Lola."

"No." I shook my head defiantly. "We came here for a reason and we're not leaving yet."

"Lola," he growled, his eyes searching mine and all of a sudden I felt like the one in control.

"Not yet, Xavier," I said softly. "You can change this."

"I don't know if I can have you do this." He shook his head. "I don't want to see another man touching you." His voice caught. "This was a mistake." His eyes fell to my breasts. "You shouldn't be here."

"I'm fine, Xavier," I muttered and I could see everyone looking at us. "Leave the room and let us continue. You wanted to make the inner circle, so let's get you there."

"Lola," he said, his voice pained, but I stood up and pushed him. I wasn't sure what had come over me. I wasn't sure why all of a sudden I felt so confident, so willing to move on to the next step. I knew that a part of me wanted to know what it was like to be pleasured by Stephan. The part of me that was still hung up on the fact that Xavier and Violeta had been together wanted to teach Xavier a lesson. I wanted to make him hurt. I wanted him to see another man give me pleasure. It was cruel and sadistic and totally true. I wasn't even sure who I was becoming anymore. I wasn't sure what had happened to the girl who had blushed at the thought of oral sex. I wanted to see what it would feel like to have Stephan touch me before the stakes got too high and I couldn't turn back. I knew it was a risk I was taking. For all I knew, Casper would be in the room with me. I knew that it was a huge risk, but it was one I was willing to take for everything Xavier had put me through. I was done being the good girl. I was done being the passive girl. I wasn't going to just let Xavier have his cake and eat it too. I wanted some fun myself. I knew there was a risk I could get carried away. I knew that there was a possibility that I might choose Stephan, but I didn't care. I didn't care because this was the position Xavier had put me in. He had lied from the beginning. I'd teach him to treat me like I was a kid. I'd show him that he wanted me; he needed to understand that I was a woman who needed respect.

"You should leave, Xavier," I said softly. "I believe I'm up next."

Chapter Thirteen

Xavier

Lola’s dismissive tone was like hot water being thrown onto my face. I was still burning in shame and anger at the way she had spoken to me, the way she had wanted to continue with the test. I watched her walking into the room and, even though her back was towards me, I could still see her naked breasts in my eyes. I could still see the way every man in the room had stared at her as she’d taken off her dress. My Lola with her breasts on display to everyone. It had killed me. I could have plucked out the eyes of everyone in the room, one by one with my bare hands. I didn’t want her here. I’d made a mistake and now I was living with it. This round was going to be harder. A lot harder. I knew that either Casper or Stephan would be the other man in the room and I knew that neither of them would be holding back if they had access to her. They were going to do everything they could to turn her on. I knew without a doubt that whichever man was put into the room with her would touch her breasts gently and roughly and it made me want to puke. I was about to go and run after Lola. I was going to pull her out and demand that she leave with me, but my pride and a glance from Charles stopped me. I had to suck it up. This is why I’d come. I was confident that Lola would choose me. I was confident that I could tease her delicately without being subverse. She would choose me and then we’d figure out what to do next. I clenched my fists as I stood there and watched her getting onto the bed. Her breasts bounced delicately against her chest and I wanted to rush into the room with a blanket and demand that she cover up. I felt furious inside that she was continuing with the process. I knew that I was mad at myself, but I was also mad at her, now. Very, very mad. I was going to tease her and teach her a lesson. I was going to show her that there were many ways to orgasm and all of them weren’t what she would have expected.

Chapter Fourteen

Lola

The feather was soft, silky, teasing, unforgettable and forbidden. I shivered as I lay there being pleasured for absolutely no reason by some unknown man. I was wavering between extreme bliss and absolute panic as I lay there becoming more and more turned on. There was a certain wickedness to the excitement that I felt running through my veins as the feather ran across my skin, tickling me and turning me on. It almost didn’t even matter who was in the room with me, I still felt turned on. I still felt breathless. My body felt surprisingly calm and I wondered if this was Xavier’s biggest mistake, bringing me here and introducing to me a world that was both dark and exhilarating. The feather ran across my nipples back and forth and the light touch was both excruciating and mind-numbingly beautiful. I wanted to cry out for whoever was guiding the feather to just touch me. I wanted to feel the touch of his skin on mine, whoever he was. I felt captivated by the rhythmic movements across my breasts back and forth, intending to take me to the top of the highest mountain and then let me fall. My climb was breathtaking and brutalizing. The feather moved down from my breasts and towards my stomach and I felt the tip of it in my belly button and it made me cry out in shock as I felt my panties grow immediately wet. I moaned as the heat in my belly grew while the feather played in my belly button. This was a new feeling to me. I’d never been so turned on from the touch of an inanimate object. And then the feather fell lower still and my legs spread involuntarily, wanting to give access to the feather to my most intimate spot. And I wasn’t to be disappointed. Even though I still had my panties on, even though my throbbing bud wasn’t being directly caressed, I still felt as if my entire body was on fire as the feather ran back and forth, rubbing a little harder against me. I spread my legs wider, hoping for more contact, but it didn’t come. It was almost as if the man guiding the feather wanted to tease me and tell me off at the same time. He was holding back from satisfying me because he wanted to teach me a lesson. And then I felt his knuckles brushing across my clit as the feather moved back and forth and I could feel my climax building up even more.

“Oh, gosh,” I mumbled under my breath as I felt the feather move back up to my breasts and circled my nipples. I was almost positive that it was Xavier with me in the room. He was trying to punish me for staying put and going through with the next round. He wanted to make me beg for him to bring me to climax. He was going to make me beg to have him finish the job.

“Please,” I whispered softly under my breath and I squirmed on the bed as the feather worked its way across the tips of my nipples, as the sides of his fingers grazed my flesh softly. Time seemed to stand still as I lay there, feeling every brush with as much intensity as if it had been something much rougher. And then he moved back down again. And this time he didn’t hold back. The feather moved back and forth and up and down and each time I felt it soft against my panties. I then felt his knuckles, rough and determined against my bud. And with each movement, it felt more and more intense until suddenly, I could take it no more. I screamed as my body buckled with an orgasm and still Xavier, or who I thought was Xavier, continued. The feather and his knuckles continued to tease and torment me as I lay there in my own juices wanting nothing more than to be fucked. My breathing was intense as I concentrated on the light graze of his knuckles. I could picture the smirk on his face as he stared at my face and body: my parted lips panting slightly, the rise of my breasts, the widening of my legs, the curling of my toes. I was as turned on as I’d ever been. The touch of the feather, the graze of his finger, the darkness of the blindfold, the smell of sex on sandy nights, the beating of my heart, the wetness between my legs. Everything reminded me that this man had completely and utterly captured the very essence of my being. He’d captured my heart, my love, and my soul. And just like that he was gone. I could feel his physical presence leaving my side and I felt cold as I lay there. It was almost as if he’d
taken away my soul with him as he’d left. My body still tingled in remembrance of his skillful touch. I could feel myself growing tired as I lay there. All I wanted to do was fall asleep, but I knew the real test was yet to come.

***

I don’t know how the darkness can get darker, but it did as I lay back on the bed waiting for the next man to enter the room. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if I’d be even more pent up after what Xavier had just done to me. Or at least what I thought Xavier had done to me. There was still a little doubt in my mind. Had it really been Xavier? And if hadn’t, what did it mean that another man had made me come with a feather and a graze of his hand?

The air seemed to change as I heard footsteps of someone approaching me. I held my breath as I waited to see what was going to happen nex
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if this whole process was going to be my undoing. My panties felt wet still and I wished that I’d been able to have a quick wash and change of underwear. I felt cheap and dirty lying there waiting for a mystery man to touch me. I wondered if I’d lost my mind. I wondered what all my friends back home would think if they could see me now. No one would believe me. No one would think it possible that Lola Franklin was taking part in some sort of sexual games with the elite of Europe. I wouldn’t have thought it possible,either. I wondered what Anna though
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if she was jealous of me or concerned about my safety. Most probably a bit of both. I’m sure she regretted letting me come out here by myself. We were a team. We both looked out for each other and tried to stop the other one from making mistakes. Though, as I felt the palms of the man in front of me running over my nipples, I wasn’t sure how much of a mistake this was. Not if I was honest with myself. If I was honest with myself, I was loving the freedom, loving the attention and loving the wantonness of being a woman that many men desired. I felt my legs clenching as the man started to squeeze my nipples hard. He wasn’t building up to anything or holding back. This man had come to turn me on and there was no game to it. No finesse or pretense. I can’t say that I minded. My breath caught as his fingers ran down my stomach and straight into my panties. I squirmed as I felt him rub against my aching bud. I wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to do what he was doing. I closed my legs and his fingers pulled out abruptly and I felt him rubbing my juices off of his fingers onto my panties. I lay there wondering what the man was thinking and feeling as he stood there, not touching me. I wondered what I looked like, if I looked like a whore or some sort of ethereal creature that was confident and happy in her body.

I wasn’t left wondering for long because within a few seconds, I felt the man’s lips on my breast, sucking gently as his tongue flicked my aching nipple back and forth against his teeth. He sucked as if he were drinking the most expensive champagne and wanted to savor the taste on his lips and tongue. His tongue was dancing on my breast in that slow, rhythmic movement that only the best dancers have. He alternated between fast and slow and rough and gentle and it was driving me crazy; absolutely crazy.

“I’m going to show you how a real man pleases his woman.” The voice was gruff and unexpected as he whispered in my ear. I barely caught the words before the man’s mouth fell to my breast again and he pulled and tugged on my nipples sharply, his teeth nibbling as if I were the first meal he’d had in years. I squirmed on the bed in discomfort and pleasure. My nipples were achin
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in pain and exquisite delight. My body was on fire and I was aching to cry out, to beg the man to stop. I still had no idea who I was with. There had been a slight accent, but the words had been so fast and unexpected that I didn’t know who they belonged to. It was almost as if the words were a part of his seduction. A part of making me lose myself completely to him, whoever he was. It was almost too much. It was as if this man had taken on the challenge of the man before. He was doing everything in his power to let me know that there was no better love than him and he was right. The pain was intense, but not too much. The pleasure hit all the right spots at all the right times. This man was a master of pleasure. He was building me up to a frenzy, making me think things I’d never thought before. Making me want to do things, to scream, to shout, to beg, to completely give myself over, just for a release. This man held power over me. He had me in the palm of his hands and that scared me. It scared me because I’d been so confident that the first man had been Xavier. And if that was correct, if Xavier had brought me to orgasm with a feather, then this meant that the man that I was currently wit
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the man that I’d move mountains to spend another night wit
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was someone else. And not just someone else, but
the
someone else. If the man with me was Stephan, with his dazzling blue eyes that had enraptured me at first sight, if that was the man driving me to this level, then I knew I was in trouble. I knew that everything I thought I’d felt, known, and believed before was nothing compared to the feelings that I was experiencing now. Heaven help me, but I felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole and I wasn’t going to be lucky enough to come out unscathed.

And then because I was already waiting at the top of the mountain, he decided to send me over the edge. His teeth tugged and pulled my nipples as his hand fell to my panties again. This time his fingers stayed on the outside and he timed his movements perfectly. Sucking and pulling on my nipple at the same time that his hand rubbed against my clit, alternating between fast and slow. It didn’t take me long to start moaning and screaming and it didn’t take me long to come explosively; so explosively that my body shuddered on the bed as I whimpered and yet, he didn’t stop. His lips never left my breast as he sucked and tugged and it was only after a whistle blew that he pulled away from me. I lay there completely spent, completely confused and completely satisfied as I was left alone, wondering who was who. Then I felt someone tapping my shoulder and I sat up, feeling dazed and confused.

“You’re done.” I heard the voice, but didn’t see him. My mind was still on the decision I had to make. I had to decide who was the best lover; who was the one that had turned me on the most and that person would be the winner. I was terrified that I’d make the wrong decision. There was no doubt in my mind that man number 2 had been the one to drive me crazy. He’d be the one I’d have dreams about. The exquisite pleasure I had felt, even while experiencing pain had been completely new to me. It was as if he’d wanted to torment me, but to also show me just how good he was. He hadn’t felt like Xavier. He’d felt naughty, dangerous, exciting, forbidden and I felt guilty as hell. I didn’t know who I was going to choose. I didn’t know how I was going to choose. I jumped off of the bed and walked to the doorway and exited the room. I looked around and there were was no one else in there with me. I frowned as I waited. What was going on? I stood there and a blind went up and I could see into the room I’d just vacated. The lights became dimmed and I watched Violeta entering the room again, completely naked. She lay down on the bed and placed the blindfold across her eyes. I tried to look away from her perfect body. It made me feel uncomfortable and slightly jealous. However, I didn’t have time to dwell on my own insecurities because within a minute I saw Stephan entering the room. He walked like a Jaguar: regal, dignified, confident and self-assured. He oozed power and sex appeal. He was an alpha, ready and willing to take control and go with it. I gasped as I watched his hands falling to her breasts, molding them to his palms as he played with her breasts and then it was as if he knew I was looking. He turned around and looked directly into my window. He winked and then bent down and took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked. I gasped and stepped back as I knew without a doubt that it had been Stephan that had brought me to the most intense orgasm of my life. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed and scared. I didn’t know how to think and feel. All of a sudden my feelings of freeness and excitement were gone. All of a sudden I was filled with a fear and anger that I didn’t recognize. I had let another man touch me intimately and I had enjoyed it. I’d enjoyed him more than I’d enjoyed the man I loved. I felt like I had betrayed Xavier. And then I felt mad. Mad that he’d put me in this position in the first place. What had he thought was going to happen? What had he expected me to do? He’d put me in this position. How could he put me in this position? How could he be okay with other men touching me? Teasing me? Bringing me to climax? How could he love me and allow this to happen? It didn’t make sense to me and, if anything, it made me incredibly sad for myself. I couldn’t stand and watch Stephan, either. What sort of sick fucks were these guys? What sort of world was this? Why was I here? I was just a simple girl from Palm Bay, Florida. I was a bloody Pirate, for heaven’s sake. I spent my weekends at Melbourne Mall and Indialantic Beach. I went to Orlando for fun. Chili's and Applebee’s were good restaurants in my world. Shit, I dated guys whose idea of fun was to take me to a football game and try and grab under my skirt during the game. I
knew
that life. I expected it, even though it had bored me. But I’d wanted more. I’d wanted an adventure. I’d dreamed of a Prince Charming and excitement, but this was too much. I wanted to go back to the days where Anna and I would drive up to Cocoa Beach and hang out at Ron Jon’s Surf Shop and pretend we were surfers so we could flirt with all the hot guys in the store. I wanted to go back to the days when my only concern was whether or not my parents would allow me to go to the movies on a Friday night with a boy who’d already graduated from high school. This world I was in right now seemed too dark for me. Too scary. Too wanton and loose. I wasn’t sure I could even understand what had just happened. I had willingly lain on a bed in a blindfold and allowed two different men to pleasure me. I’d lain on a bed and allowed two different men to bring me to orgasm. No, we hadn’t had sex. And no, there had been no penetration, but I wasn’t even sure if that mattered. Not when deep inside, a part of me was still on fire and giddy. I had ignited something in myself tonight that I didn’t recognize. Something that made me question exactly who I was.