The Royal Contract

Dinner with her father would seem normal for others but not for her. She knew that when her father showed her any signs of affection, it meant he needed something from her.

“Hey, Amelia!” A voice suddenly called her attention. “Why are you still awake?” The man, lying beside her, asked as he moved beside her, easing himself onto the pillow to be more comfortable as he stared at her.

“What do you think of my father?” She asked her husband, who had been polite the entire evening during the dinner with the man that gave her life.

She still doubted that her father would suddenly change overnight. Although her father did not show any hint that he was up to something, experience had made her wary of his intentions. She could not wait for the other shoe to drop. Maybe not today, but soon.

“I know your Dad is hard to please. He is tough and a Legendary Tycoon for a reason. But he had earned that title.” Evan sleepily answered as he yawned at the end of his sentence.

She could not blame him as he looked exhausted after a hard day at work. Then, dinner with her father. She knew it would not have been easy for her husband to deal with her overbearing father.

“But do you think he had a hidden agenda for wanting to see us?” She asked Evan who was better at reading people than her.

Honestly, just like any other daughter, she would like nothing more than to get her father’s blessing in their marriage. She wished for an ordinary father who would be happy to see her daughter fulfilling her childhood wish.

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But her father had never been the regular father of the year. He was never there in her many first. He was absent from most of her special events. He never comforted her when she cried. He never gave her fatherly advice unless it was for his benefit.

“I am not exactly sure what you are asking me, but I don’t know your father. I have never dealt with him before. I only know him through his reputation and from your stories.” He explained as he moved closer to her and cradled her in his arms.

“But tonight, he seemed like a regular father who misses his daughter.” Evan expressed his observation from the dinner they had.

Truthfully, she felt a difference in his father’s actions. He seemed different from the man she knew. But she still did not want to let her guard down when it came to him. It could all turn out to be just an act.

“Are you sure?” Suddenly her heart felt overwhelmed with happiness. Could it be possible that her father was trying to mend it between them? That he had truly missed her.

That seemed like a distant dream, but she would take it. She always dreamt that her father would support her in whatever she wished to do with her life. Maybe this time, he would.

“I believe he realizes he can’t lose a daughter like you,” Evan whispered as his lips grazed the corner of her ears. “Now, are you ok?” He asked as his hold on her tightened.

“Yeah, I guess.” She answered with a smile, glad that he woke up and assisted her with her situation. “Thanks, Evan.” She looked up and kissed him on the cheeks.”

“I think I deserve more than that.” He teasingly said as his fingers crawled on her side and tickled her. “I want a smile that would light up the place.”

He forced her to do more than smile as laughter and shrill filled their bedroom. She tried to escape, but he had trapped her between him and the sheets underneath her.

“Stop it.” She shakily protested in between her laughter and mild tear. “I can’t take it anymore.” Now, she was pleading as she ran out of breath and wiggled out of his grasp.

“I guess that is good enough.” He finally halted his movements and stayed on top of her, staring into her laughing eyes.

She felt relieved as she panted for air, trying to level her breathing to a normal range and her heart rate back to its regular rhythm. She held on to her husband as she tried to calm herself down.

“Now, can we go serious now?” His laughter disappeared in his eyes, replaced with a burning intensity that almost ignited her into flames.

“What do you mean?” Playing innocent as she asked even though she might know what was going through his mind.

“I mean...” He paused as his fingers crawled along her chin and down her neck, playing with the tie of her nightgown. “I think we should think about making our very own daughter.” He huskily whispered while taking a nip of the portion of the outer part of her ears.

His little foreplay was enough to send shivers down her spine. And the movement of his fingers as he drew patterns on her skin created a tingling sensation down to his toes.

“Is that so?” She playfully responded to his teasing as she put her hands on the waistband of his shorts. “That seems to be a good idea.” Aiding him with his plans as she pushed the only clothing he wore off his body.

“You don’t seem to waste time, Mrs. Blake.” He acted surprised by her action. But he also worked fast in untying her gown and pulling it off her body.

In just a few seconds, they were both lying on top of each other, naked as the day they were born. But she was passed being shy about her body. Now, she was confident she would be enough to satisfy a man like him.

“I think you taught me the value of time.” She let her fingers trace the outline of his muscles on his chest, enjoying the feel of his reaction to her touch. “Are we going to continue to discuss the merit of time, or would you prefer acting on our impulses?”

She moved her hands lower until they ended on his outer thighs, which were as tough as a rock as he held his body above hers. But that was not the only stiff part of his body poking hard at her sensitive skin.

“You are one heck of a woman.” He hissed loudly as her fingers moved between his thighs and wrapped around the length of his desire. “And, you...” He groaned hard. “...are driving me crazy.”

She loosened her grip a little, giving him a bit of space. “Did I hear a complaint? Did you want me to stop?”

“No...” He shouted as his fingers wrapped around hers, guiding her to what he wanted. “Don’t stop.” He bit his lips as if trying to prevent himself from losing control.

She took that as his opportunity to push him, swapping their positions. Now, she was on top and in control. She knelt between his legs and positioned herself at the center of his manhood.

She knew it was time that she returned the favor. She could not always get what she wanted. She also had to give as she lowered herself, hoping she was doing it right.

“You don’t have to do that.” He told her, stopping her. His hands immediately gripped her hair, preventing her from going down on him.

“But I want to.” She responded as her fingers continued to massage his stiff muscles while her lips touched the tip of his smoldering heat.

This time, his hold on her hair loosened. Instead of stopping her, his hand guided her on what she had to do. “Ooohhh!” The sound from his throat was a sign that she was on the right track.

“Mmmhhh!” It encouraged her to experiment and find ways to please him, just like he had done to her many times before.

“I love you so much, Amelia.” She heard him say as he groaned in pleasure.

She knew she had nothing more to fear. This man was her husband. She was his, and he was hers. Love had bound them together, and only death would keep them apart.

Before she could protest, he pulled her up, making her straddle his body. “I don’t think I can last long if you don’t stop doing that.” He explained as he stared into her eyes and pushed his body into a sitting position.

Then, he kissed her lips like a thirsty man, dying to get his fill of her. And when he finally let go of her lips, she stared into his eyes and said. “Teach me how else to make you happy.”

With that, he guided her. He gently lifted her before helping her slide down slowly until she felt him slip smoothly inside her. It was a new feeling. It was a different experience from what she had before.

Then, with his gentle direction, she moved up and down while he held her close to his body, peppering her shoulders and breast with tender kisses that lit her up. She was on fire.

“Uuummmhhh!” She bit her lips, containing her screams inside her head. She wanted it to be great for him as it was for her.

“I love you, Evan.” She hoarsely cried.

With her hands holding onto his shoulders for support, she bent her body backward as she held on to her climax. She wanted their union to be one heck of an explosion.