Royal Affairs (O/O Closed)

(Ugh allergies suck! This time of year is the worst for it, especially will all the rain)

Ophelia piles the dishes up on the counter next to the sink and gets to work. She used the warm water water and a little bit of soap to scrub everything clean, wanting to make sure she does it properly so it’s not more work for the staff tomorrow. Focused on the task at hand, it takes her a moment to realize that her husband is behind her.

Feeling his hands on her hips, she leans back slightly into his embrace, relishing the attention. His words whispered in her ear causes her to turn her head a little to look at him. “I’m nearly done. I’ll finish them up and then we can head to bed together.” She’s perfectly fine to finish up the dishes.

She leans back into the sink and goes to finish up the dishes. It’ll only take her another couple of minutes and then she’ll be done. The task is a simple one but she wants to make sure that she does it properly instead of rushing through it.

(Ugh it's about to rain again and the ozone layer is terrible today. Apparently the world hates me.)

Kaillas could wait patiently until she finished washing the dishes then. He found it strange ti see her do something so mundane and realized that this was probably how she felt watching him cook. The thought had him placing his head on her chin and closing his eyes. He wasn't tired, he was content.

He pressed a soft kiss to her neck. It was nothing more than to show his appreciation for her. As she finished with the dishes, he reluctantly let her go and stepped aside. But only so he could take her hand and lead her to bed. "Come, my darling. Let go to bed."

He tugged her out of the kitchen and to the stairs. As they reached his room, he guided Ophelia to the bed while he peeled off to the closet to change into something for bed. He put on cotton sleep pants and decided to go shirtless for the night. He peeled off to the bathroom to wash his face and fix his hair. Then he treaded back into the bedroom and stopped just short of the bed and in front of Ophelia.

(That’s brutal! Hopefully you’re able to stay inside today to get a break from the nasty weather. It’s been storming all week here and I am suffering since I work all week)

Once all of the dishes are clean, Ophelia wipes them dry with a towel. She steals a glance at him when he places his head on hers. This immediately gets a smile from her. It brings her endless joy that he’s starting to warm up to physical affection. Every time he initiates handholding or holds her, she melts.

She steps away from the counter and takes his hand when the dishes are all done and put away. She follows after him, ready to get into bed. Today has been a long day but she’s not quite ready to sleep yet. She just wants to lay there and enjoy the peacefulness for a little while.

Entering the bedroom, she heads over to the bed and climbs in, getting herself propped up by two pillows. She waits for Kaillas to join her as she fiddles with her necklace. She’s not sure if she should take it off or not. She doesn’t want to mess it up.

Kaillas stood in the doorframe for a moment, watching Ophelia and debating himself what he wanted to do. It was half past nine, now, and no where near close to when he usually went to bed. Though they had a long day walking in the sun, it would likely to start to wear on him soon. But not yet.

He prowled forward and climbed on the bed. But not on his side, no. He climbed right over Ophelia, a smirk plastered on his lips. With no one to witness but the two of them, he would happily show her affection and intimate touches.

"Keep it on," he said in a low voice, jutting his chin towards the necklace. "It suits you." Not to mention he would love for her to wear only the necklace while he fu-

No, no he was not going to go there. He needed to get laid, badly. But he wouldn't do that with her. Not yet. And he had sworn off all other women. So that meant he had to wait. And the longer he waited, the worse it was going to get when she was finally ready for it.

Ophelia turns her attention to Kaillas when she sees him approaching the bed. She watches with surprise and confusion as he comes around to her side rather than his own. “What are you…..Oh!” She looks up at him, a bit startled when he goes over her. She’s wondering what he’s up to but she’s not sure if she’ll get any answers.

Glancing down at the necklace, she touches it lightly before giving a small nod. “Yes, you’ve made it very clear that you like this necklace,” She teases him with a laugh, unable to help herself. She’s starting to get more confident when it comes to joking around with him since she’s learning what their boundaries are.

She studies his face curiously, trying to figure out what’s going on through his head. She can’t read the expression on his face. “What are you thinking about?” She prompts, deciding that she needs to know what’s causing him to make that expression.

Kaillas let out a low chuckle at her surprise. Slipping one arm around her waist, he tugged her down on the bed so she was lying down and he settled on top of her. He bared most of his weight on his arms and knees. He knew he would crush her if he even attempted to put his full weight on top of her.

His eyes looked down at the necklace then back up at her face. He cocked his head to the side. "Oh? Is that so, darling?" If she wanted to tease him, he could do the same thing. And he would make it so much worse.

"Very bad things," he murmured, dipping his head to her throat. He lips skimmed the necklace, tugging the opal into his mouth for a moment. His lips brushed against her skin but didn't make solid contact. He released the necklace and brushed his nose along her soft skin.

Squeaking quietly, Ophelia doesn’t protest when Kaillas tugs her down onto the bed. She looks up at him, just host that he’s able to prop himself up so she doesn’t get flatten like a pancake. This position has her heart absolutely losing it. She knows that this is starting to get into dangerous territory.

The second Kaillas replies, she realizes what exactly she’s just done. She clears her throat nervously before deciding to not back down. Not yet. “Yes, that is so, darling.” A shiver runs down her spine when she hears him say what he was thinking.

She tips her head back ever so slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. The look on her face is priceless as she sees him briefly tug the opal into his mouth. Her cheek flush brilliantly as the dirtiest thoughts she’s ever had flash through her head.

Kaillas was treading dangerous territory. He knew that and yet he did not stop. He didn't want to. He knew his boundaries and hers, and while he would toe it, he wouldn't cross it.

He raised an eyebrow at her at her words. She was starting to grow a backbone and he liked it. He hoped that as she got more and more comfortable, that he saw more of this side of her. He grinned. He was going to have some fun now. He had merely knocked on the door, she was the one who opened it.

He was thinking very dirty thoughts about her, probably a lot worse than she was thinking. And one day, he would act his fantasies on her, at least the knew she was okay with.

Her neck was tilted back, expecting his lips to connect with the skin. But she had been bad. She didn't get what she wanted. He leaned forward, his lips just barely skimming her neck, teasing her. His lips traveled up her neck to her ear where he nipped at the lobe. "Is something the matter, darling?"

Ophelia is motionless as Kaillas toys with her, his lips tantalizingly close to her skin. She can’t deny the exhilaration she feels, the mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. His words are effecting her more than she cares to admit, and she swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts.

"Nothing's the matter," She to manages to reply, her voice slightly shaky. She’s trying hard to not lose her cool and to appear even just a little confident but it’s proving to be difficult. She knows that she wears her emotions on her sleeves and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Her heart pounds so loudly in her chest that she’s certain the whole house can hear it. The uncertainty of what will come next is exciting yet terrifying. The air is thick with tension, their desires entangled in a dangerous dance. She knows that she ja crossing into uncharted territory, but she’s willing to explore, to push the boundaries of her own inhibitions, even just a little.

(I teach swim lessons for one of my coworkers and her SIL, and the SIL gave my number out to some other moms who needs swim lessons for their kids and now the texts won't stop coming in and I hate having to tell people no. But I'm gonna have to cut it off soon. Cause I already have two other jobs)

Kaillas could feel just how much he was affecting her. He coukd feel her tensing body. Could sense the turmoil as she tries to speak to him. Her voice was shaky and it made his lips pull up in a smirk. He rolled the lobe of her ear between his teeth, tugging gently before pulling away.

"Is that so?" He drawled. He highly doubted that everything was okay with her. But he loved teasing her. He loved watching her pretend this wasn't bothering her, that she didn't want to squirm.

As if testing the waters, he placed his hand on his waist, itching up her ribs until his fingers just brushed against the underside of her breast. If she was okay with it, he would go further. Continuing to tease her, he brushed his lips along her neck. But he never made full contact. He never fully kissed her. With his knees, he nudged her legs open so he could settle between them.

(That sounds so stressful. It’s great that the people like you enough to recommend you but it’s too bad that it’s getting overwhelming. It’s hard to say no to people but you don’t want to screw your self over, especially since you have two other jobs which is hectic enough)

This man is going to be the end of her, she just knows it. The soft touches and the gentle tugging of her earlobe is unraveling her. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting her. She’s determined to keep her cool and to not squirm.

“Yes.” Her tone is still far from confident but she’s a little less shaky than before. It takes a moment before she allows herself to move. She cautiously runs her hands down his chest, her fingers lightly exploring his sculpted abs. She’s timid but wanting to test the waters.

“Kaillas.” She nearly whimpers out his name. The teasing is driving her mad. Every time she thinks he’s going to kiss her, it’s just another brush of his lips against her skin. She knows that she started this and now she’s practically begging for some mercy. The roaming of his hand doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She wants him to continue but she’s not sure how to ask. Her legs spread open for him with ease at the light nudge from his knees.

(It will be alot and stressful but it will only be until sept at the latest. And I could use the money tbh. I'm going back to college in August so I have to reduce my hours. So any extra money is helpful. It just means I probably won't be on here as much.)

While her little "yes" was convincing, Kaillas wasn't easily fooled. He knew better than that. He could read it in her body language. Her tense, lithe body. Her cautious hands on his chest. He pressed his chest further into her hands, silently telling her it was okay to touch her.

Her whimper could have sent him to his knees if he weren't already laying atop her. He let out a shaky breath. He hadn't been expecting that. He wanted to hear all of her whimpers and moans. He needed them. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his forehead on her shoulder. He took a moment to regain himself before raising his head.

"Yes, darling?" He asked as though he had no idea what the problem was. Even though he most certainly did know what was wrong. He fell between her open legs, hips settling against hers. He dropped his roaming hand to grip her thigh. He guided it over his hip, encouraging her to hold onto him. He wanted her to touch him. He never wanted her to stop.

(That transition from working a lot to going back to college sucks since your income dwindles. Especially since everything is so damn expensive I’ve been doing full time college while working full time (not fun). At least the stress of your jobs will mellow out a little soon. Just gotta keep looking forward to that)

All of her hesitations almost instantly disappear when she hears Kaillas’ shaky breath followed by him tucking his head into her shoulder. Good lord. She broke him. She actually got him a proper reaction from him and she hadn’t even meant that. The realization excites her much more than she thought it would. She lightly nuzzles his cheek, admittedly quite pleased with herself.

“You know what. Don’t make me beg,” She whines softly, tracing patterns with her fingers along his chest. She peers up at him with big doe eyes, silently pleading without actually resorting to begging. She hopes that it’ll work and she can get him to cave on this for her.

Her nails dig into his skin when he settles his hips against hers, her body reacting strongly to the contact. Feeling his hand gripping at her thigh, she lets him arrange her leg so it’s settled on his hip. She lifts her head a little and peppers a few kisses along his neck, just needing him.

(District manager is at work tonight so I probably won't be able to respond until tonight)

(Good luck with that!)

Kaillas let himself breathe as she nuzzled his cheek. He took the moment of calmness to regain his composure. And when he raised his head from her neck, his smirk was back on his lips and his teasing attitude returned. Just because she affected him didn't mean he would let her incapacitate him.

He wanted her to beg. He wanted to hear those sweet little pleas as she begged him for more. To kiss her, to touch her. It would be enough to send a man over the edge. And it would be almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. He decided on that split second whether to torture her further or give in. But she had teased him in the middle of that jewelry shop. She deserved every bit of this.

He nipped at her neck once before raising his head and looking down at her. He shook his head, feigning innocence. "I don't know what. You're going to have to tell me, darling, if you want me to do something to you."

Ophelia narrows her eyes at him playfully when he feigns innocence. She knows better than to believe what he’s saying. Nevertheless, it seems like she’s not going to be getting her way this time. She can’t even pout about this. It’s her own fault. She had known there would be some sort of consequence to teasing him about the necklace not once but twice.

For a moment, she just peers up at him, weighing her options in her head. She can either give him what he wants or she can try to get him to cave again. Her chances of getting away with puppy dog eyes are low this time so she’s going to have to go with the other option. Fine. If he wants her to beg then she will. She’s going to make this difficult as possible for him. Two can play at this game.

Not really sure how far to take this, she starts off with something she feels like is pretty safe. “Please stop teasing me Kaillas,” She pleads with him, adding a hint of desperation in her tone. “I need you to touch me. I can’t handle this teasing anymore. Please.”

There was no stopping the floodgates that had opened at her beautiful pleas. She was desperate and needy. It was like a dam had broken.

He let out a loud groan. He ground his hips, and his desire, into her hips while kissing her hard on her lips. He was surprised he had held put for as ling as he did. His hand left her thigh and crept back up her waist until he could grip her breast. He could have weeded with how perfect it fit in his hand.

"Oh, darling," he murmured between kisses, "You're so good. Such a good girl." He hoped he hadn't over stepped. The words had slipped out before he had realized what he said. He didn't cease kissing her but he slowed down just a bit in case she reacted negatively to the words.

Relief floods her body when she realizes that her pleas have worked. She kisses him back feverishly, her moan muffled against his lips as she instinctively lifts her hips to move them against his. She’s desperate and needy, finishing herself unraveling at his touches. She finds herself craving more.

She loosely wraps her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. She lets out a quiet gasp of pleasure when his hand finds her breast. She fits perfectly in his hand.

His words fluster her more than anything he’s said before. The praise excites her in ways she can’t explain. “Say that again,” She requests, barely managing to pull her lips away from his long enough to breath that out.

Kaillas was flattening his body against hers, pressing as close to her body as he could without hurting her. She was heaven. Surely he had died and gone to heaven. Because there was nothing that could compare to this. He wished so badly that she was ready to take this further, that she was ready to go the whole way. But he would stop it before then. That didn't mean other things couldn't happen.

A moan slipped past his lips as he felt her hand in his hair. He continually rolled his hips against hers. His desire was straining against his pajama pants. One day, they would be without all of these barriers.

His heart stopped and started again at her words. He almost didn't believe them. Say that again. He would. He would praise her all night long if she needed it. Because she was doing so good. She responded so good to him.

His hand massaged her breast. He doubted that she had even touched herself like this. He would take it easy at first, light squeezes and touches. Perhaps he would go as far brushing his thumb over the peak. "You're such a good girl," he lifted his head just far enough to say the words. "You're doing so good. Look at you, my darling girl."

Ophelia has never felt anything like this before. Nothing even close to it. She feels so confident and relaxed with Kaillas. The trust she has in him is the only reason she’s willing to do anything right now. While she isn’t ready to go all the way yet, she’s finding herself willing to push boundaries and fool around, getting them both nearly to the breaking point and then stopping. Part of her doesn’t want to stop but she knows that they must when they reach a certain point.

It takes her a few moments to get her hips moving in a steady pace, grinding them up against his. The friction is almost too much and she’s finding the clothes to be getting in the way. It’s steadily becoming a source of frustration. As tempted as she is to get the fabric out of the way, it isn’t an option. Not now. Not yet.

Her fingers grip and tug lightly at his hair as he massages her breast. This is a first for her. She had been told that it was an option but she never tried it and never believed that it could actually be pleasurable. Oh, how he’s proving her wrong. And in the best way possible.

She inhales shakily at his praise, her heart skipping a beat. “Oh Kaillas,” She breathes out, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. It’s getting easier and easier for her to initiate different things with him.

Kaillas felt her hips moving against his, slowly finding a rhythm. She was doing so good. She was such a quick learner. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy teaching her and showing her new things. He knew she had been worried when she first cake to the palace about all this. He was happy to see her realizing this could be liberating.

He wanted nothing more than to pull down the collar of her nightgown and expose her chest. He wanted to replace his hand with his mouth. But he knew that was to far. It was so tempting, though. They were calling for him.

Her lips connected with his and he moaned again, at her touch, at her words. "Say it again," he practically growled against her lips. Say my name, he wanted to hear it again. No, he needed to hear it again. He would beg if he had to.

If someone had told her a week or two ago that she would be in this position right now, she would have fainted. Even just hearing about it for the first time had made her want to crawl in a hole and die. Now, she finds herself to be putty in his hands, willing and eager to try things. There’s a desire in her growing that she didn’t realize existed.

“Don’t stop,” She whimper softly when she notices his slight hesitation. She knows they won’t go all the way tonight but she isn’t ready to be done. She needs this. She needs him.

The grip she has on his hair tightens, his growl causing excitement and adrenaline to shoot through her veins. Unable to deny him such a simple request, she quietly moans out his name, “Kaillas.” She should make him beg for it but she’s too eager to please right now.

Kaillas never wanted to stop. He wanted to be stuck in this moment for the rest of his life. If he died right now, he would die a happy man. "Never," he said, "never." He would never stop as long as she needed him. He was right here. The only thing that would make tonight better was finishing Ophelia. But if she had never experienced such a thing, he didn't know how she would take to it. Though if they kept gaining, he might very well find his own pleasure.

"Oh Ophelia," he moaned as he heard his name. "Oh, you're so good to me." Pushing it just a little further, he gripped the top if the nightgown and pulled it down to expose her. He didn't look. Her stayed locked in that passionate kiss. But he took the glove in his hand and massaged it.

"Touch me," he said. More than just his hair. More than just a cautious touch on his chest. He wanted her to be confident with herself. He wanted her to use his body, to explore it. He wanted her to feel every part of him.

This night has been crazy and exciting and she doesn’t want it to end. Not for awhile. She’s having fun and starting to get confident with him. There’s so much that she hasn’t experienced and hasn’t wanted to. Until now. Now she wants to try everything she’s missed out on. If Kaillas takes the lead, she’ll go along with anything as long as they don’t rush it too much.

She shivers at the feeling of him pulling down the top of her nightgown. She appreciates that he stays focused on her instead of immediately looking. It makes her feel….relieved. In her mind, it’s a sign of his respect for her and she’s glad for it. She moans softly, arching her back a little to push herself further into his hand.

Swallowing hard at his request, she takes a moment to build up some confidence. “Where do you want me to touch you?” She doesn’t want to cross the line. She moves her hands down his chest and stomach, just letting them roam in what she deems to be safe areas for now. She wants to explore his body but she needs to make sure he’s comfortable with what she does.

(I think I jinxed it. I woke up in so much pain at 4 am)

Kaillas knew every second he let this continue, he was risking more and more of his self control. A primal part of him wanted to rip off her clothes and sink into her. The logical side of him, and thankfully the dominate side, knew better than that. She was new and learning and he had to be careful with how much he pushed. It didn't stop him from groping her a little bit.

He let out a shaky breath as not only did she allow him to pull down the nightgown, she arched into his home. He wanted to look, he wanted to take. But he knew better to give her some privacy, even in an intimate moment like this.

He hovered his face over herd, looking down at her with heavy lids. "Anywhere," he said, dipping to rush his lips against her. "Touch me anywhere you want to." He knew where he wanted her to touch him but he wouldn't force her to do that. She had done so much already, she didn't have to do that as well.

(I’m so sorry to hear that!!! Are you feeling any better now?)

Ophelia wants to be ready but she just isn’t. Not yet. She’s willing and wanting to push their boundaries but she doesn’t want to cross the line. What they’re doing right now is fun and without any chance of consequences. She just needs a little more time to get used to the idea of actually going through with it.

Though his answer isn’t exactly informative, she knows where he’s wanting her to touch. She kisses him back lightly, the wheels in her head turning. She brushes his cheek with her thumb ever so gently before pulling away from him and sitting up a little. She isn’t wanting to stop, rather she has a different way she wants to go about it.

“Can we…..undress?” She asks, a little uncertain with her request. She feels like she might be a little more comfortable touching him and exploring his body if she can actually see if. It’s awkward to request but she wants to see what he thinks.

(I'm better than before that's a plus. But it was not a fun morning.)

Kaillas was okay with going no further than this. As much as he had needs he wanted to fulfill, he would never push Ophelia to do something she's uncomfortable with. And this was fun. This was nice. He got to touch her and feel her and that was enough for him. He would take what she offered.

To say he was confused when Ophelia pulled away was an understatement. His brows furrowed and he lifted his head to look down at. He looked at her eyes, no matter how tempting it was to look further down to her chest. He even went as far as fixing her nightgown as she began to sit up.

He sat back on his heels, moving to place both his hands on the outside if her thighs. His thumbs strikes her soothingly. A smile erupted on his face at her request. He leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Of course. Do you want to completely undress? Or do you want us to leave undergarments on?" Because in that cade, he would need to go put some on.

(Anytime I tell anyone I'm not feeling good and have been throwing up, their immediate response is "aRr yoU PreGnAnT?" NO! IM NOT! I'm suck, there's a difference)

(Yeah, I bet not. It’s good that you’re at least feeling better now. Hopefully the weather will clear up so you don’t feel so bad tomorrow)

A small smile tugs at her lips when Kaillas goes to cover her up when he thinks that she’s wanting to stop. She doubts that most people would think to do that. Such a small gesture of respect being her so much joy. This is part of the reason why she’s so comfortable around him. Not once has he pushed her to do something she doesn’t want to do.

She’s instantly relieved when he agrees to her requests, even seeming to be a little pleased by it. She takes a moment to consider his question. “Completely undress,” She decides, taking a breath. This will be the first time she’s seen a man naked in person so she’s a bit nervous but she knows that she’ll have to eventually. Now seems like a good time.

The feeling of him stroking her thighs with his thumb is soothing. She wants to do this and his encouragement is helping her to actually do so. Before she loses her nerve, she decides to start to get her nightgown off.