She flushed her saliva down her throat, swallowing hard to dampen the dry walls of her oesophagus. Her bright eyes widened as he casually strolled towards her, after pushing the curtain blinds close, her limbs shivered with anticipation.Arabella wanted him so bad, she thought she would collapse from all the need building up in the pit of her stomach. She stared at him, her eyes fixed on the bulging of his biceps from the tight shirt he had on. He was always so sexy, like walking sin. Eyes as dark and shimmering as the onyx gemstone, with a matching jet black hair whose strands were always gelled to the back of his head. He could never be caught lacking in his dressing, not even on his worst days. With her trembling limbs, Arabella continued to step backwards. Her only obstacle came when her back crashed against the wall of the dressing room, covered with matching red curtains. She turned back abruptly to glare at her hindrance, before turning back to him. She let out a sharp gas
If she thought she had it bad during their stay in the boutique, the journey to their suite was worse. Arabella was seated beside her master, her right leg crossed over the left as she watch him drive. The tingling between her legs was yet to stop, and she had a feeling it was not going to stop anytime soon. Her nipples – now even harder – stood in taut buds in the oversized t-shirt she had on. They peeked through the fabric of the shirt, and she wished he would reach out and touch them, even if it was just a little. Frantic, she moved her right foot to his left. She casually bumped her knee into his to get his attention. Her master turned to look at her. As his dark eyes focused on her, Arabella swallowed hard and reached for his hand. As if on cue, he moved his hand away from her reach and stroked his bearded chin slowly, and without looking at her. Arabella frowned in annoyance. She could not help but wonder what she had done to annoy him. If he was not annoyed, why was he p
She knew. Yes! She knew from the very beginning that he was just as intent on fucking her as she wanted him to be. She knew she was not the only one crazy, she knew that he was eager and needy for her, just the same way she could not seem to get the need for him off her mind. But he was torturing her. He was toying with her on purpose to make her beg for what he also wanted. Punishment, he called it. Well, Arabella thought, she was going to test him as well. It’ll be fun to watch him whine and groan with need while she was so close to him, yet not accessible.Right there and then in the bathroom, she made up her mind to return his energy in double fold. Oh yes! She could not wait to show him what she had in store for him. So, she stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet and naked – just how he loved her to be. Arabella noticed his frozen stare, his dry lips and throat that he licked and pushed down saliva to moisten. Oh! He wanted her alright. And she was more than happy to se
His thick shaft sprang to life in front of her. Thick, muscular and veiny, aching for her touch and begging to be sucked. She had always found his cock very beautiful and elegant. With the veins that stretched over his skin, intertwined and connected themselves all the way to his dark pink colored tip that stared greedily at her. A smirk formed on her lips as she lowered her lips to touch his cock. Her hands formed a firm circle at the base, stroking the bottom while she sucked at the top. As she allowed him ease his length into her mouth, she heard him groan with satisfaction. Her right hand moved to his balls where she caressed with care, still stroking the base of his dick and sucking at the top. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. “Ahh. Fuck!” He hissed out loud, throwing his head backwards and sighed. His hands pressed the back of her head, he urged her to go faster, deeper. She could feel him climb up to heights she needed him to climb. He was close to his release, so close. If she could
Arabella could not tell the exact time she had fallen asleep. Of course, no one could, she thought. But hers was different. Everything about the night before was different.After everything that happened last night, she had passed out, brazen, on the bed. Even as she turned in her half conscious state, she still felt the soreness between her legs and the bruises around her inner thighs. Master Klaus had punished her, just as he promised he would.In sleep, a curt smile spread across her face as she kept her right cheek glued to the pillow.Her mind drifted to how good he had fucked her in the back of the limo, without a condom – as always. He did not care that they were on the road, he had tinted windows to keep their privacy very private. He did not care about the driver who must have heard every word she cursed out, and every plea and ridiculous demand she made while he was balls deep inside of her, slamming her against the car door while her fingers dug into the leather of the sea
Klaus Lavon stepped into the entrance doors of the warehouse. His car was parked few meters away from where he stood, and a guard of his was seated patiently, waiting for his orders. Klaus did not necessarily need a guard, no. If the demon he was here to felt like playing dumb tricks or wasting his time, he was powerful enough to teach the man a hearty lesson. With an action as little as snapping his fingers, he could set the man and his entire enterprise ablaze. He looked down at the two armed guards that stood in front of him. He towered over them by height, and their dark shades held him from seeing their faces. “Welcome, Mr. Klaus.” The first one greeted, bowing in courtesy. “Beelzebub is waiting. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” The second, and taller demon grumbled. Klaus looked over him. Surely the man knew better than to address him in such a manner. Perhaps he was just ignorant. Klaus turned away from him and followed the first guard behind. He had no time to atte
After his meeting with the demon, Beelzebub, Klaus headed straight for his car. He drove back to the hotel, eager to see Arabella, his lady again. He was still tensed from his discussion with Beelzebub. Klaus Lavon found himself wishing the demons would let him be. He had made his choice in a mate, and it had happened even without his approval. He did not know when, how, or why, but he had fallen in love with Arabella, and would do anything to protect her. Why did they all have a problem with that? If they were so bothered about his union with an “inferior being” why did they not let him worry about it by himself? Klaus hissed and leaned into the leather seat of the car. He kept his gaze outside the window until they arrived at the hotel. Klaus strolled into the hotel, and made his way to his room. He had the spare key card with him. He had asked for one when he was leaving, and left the main keycard with Arabella. Not that she would need to go anywhere, he thought to himself.
The meeting with the manager did not take as long as he would expect. Of course, the man had been reluctant to lease the pool out to a man he did not know. After all, Klaus was neither a renowned politician, not a celebrity of any sort. It was only normal that he had his…reservations. However, after Klaus proved to him that he was able to pay thrice the amount anyone had ever paid, for the pool space, the glee in the man’s eyes could not be hidden. “Who are you?” He had asked Klaus. Klaus Lavon only smiled at him, and tapped his shoulders with his right hand – after wiring the money to him, of course. “I am just a regular man who has enough money to pay for your pool.” The man looked so amazed, as Klaus could impress him financially in such a manner. Klaus was also happy, more than he cared to admit. Arabella would be very pleased, he thought. He returned to the room to tell Arabella everything. She jumped from the bed immediately he came in. She stood in front of him, arms lo
Arabella was in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans, chopping boards and ingredients scattered all over the counter. She was in the middle of preparing a meal for Klaus and the rest of the family, despite Mrs. George's warmings due to her condition, when she suddenly felt a warm gush between her legs. She does not make anything of it at first, and continues chopping away on the vegetables in front of her, until the contractions in her lower abdomen grow more frequent, and much more painful. The warm gush continues to trickle down her legs, contrary to what she had believed would happen. Her eyes widen with shock and fear as she realizes that her water has just broken. She quickly moves to the kitchen table and tries to catch her breath, trying to remember what she had read in her prenatal classes about the first stages of labor. She screams and reaches out for the kitchen counter. She grips it with her right hand, and fights to suck in deep breaths. She realizes that it's t
The baby shower was to be held in a beautifully decorated backyard, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush green trees. The warm sun shone down on the guests as they gathered around a table filled with delicious treats and colorful decorations. The table was covered in a crisp white tablecloth and adorned with pink and blue balloons, symbolizing the impending arrival of a baby girl and boy. Soft music played in the background, adding to the serene and joyous atmosphere.Klaus had made sure everything was done to perfection. From the decorations, to the food, to the cakes, everything was arranged in an elegant and luxurious manner. He had also decided to cater to the planning by himself. Arabella's hormones made her too emotional and dramatic to get any serious planning done. And he also did not want to stress her. In one corner of the yard, a group of guests sat on comfortable chairs, chatting and laughing together. They sipped on cool drinks and nibbled on sweet desserts, taking
Six months later The beeping sound of monitors could not take Arabella's eyes off the beauty on the screen in front of her. She could barely understand or see anything, seeing as the image on the screen was in black and white monochrome colours, but she knew what she was looking at. There, on that screen, she would see the image of her baby. She turned to look at Klaus, who was seated by her side. Together, they blushed as the doctor explained the image on the screen to them. The baby was already seven months in her womb, before Mrs. George suggested they make time out for an ultrasound scan. At first Arabella had not known what she meant, it was her first time being pregnant after all, but Klaus was able to explain to her the benefit of doing one, before she agreed to come all the way to the hospital. She was nervous when the doctor asked her to pull her shirt up, and rubbed a transparent liquid that smelt a lot like methylated spirit, but felt like gel on her stomach. A few
A diamond heart shaped ring stared back at her, glistering from within the red crystal shaped box it rested in. For a moment, a very long moment, Arabella could not blink. No matter how hard she wanted to tear her gaze away from the ring, and look into the eyes of the man she loved, she found herself unable to do anything else, besides stare into the eyes of the ring. When she could finally look away from the ring, it was to glance around the room once more. The rose petals, the candles, the daisies, the lights on the roof that screamed, "marry me, please", the piano recorder, the scent and aroma of love and romance that filled the room. He had singlehandedly prepared all of this, just to ask her to marry him?! He was really telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and never apart, not even for a small moment! Arabella…Arabella did not know what to say, she was at a loss for both words and actions! The room spinned around her head, and she failed to be
Laughter, the sweet sound of chattering children erupted from all around her. Once again, Arabella opened her sleepy eyes to find herself in a sunny field of dandelions, all around her. The air was sweet and breezy, each part of the field contained different flowers, she was happy to be standing amongst dandelions. She looked up at the sky, and her eyes met with the bright blue clouds. Arabella was happy, very happy. It gladdened her heart to see somewhere filled with joy and happiness, and it only became better when she noticed the happy children running all around her. "Come on! Let us play!" One of them, a pretty little girl with dark hair and round brown eyes pulled the hem of her night dress. Arabella smiled at her. The girl let go of her dress, and joined the other children to run around. There were five of them in total, three boys and two girls. "Come on! Come on!" "We are going to have so much fun together!" "I cannot wait! Can you see it? Let us run to the sun and pl
The party was a success, and Klaus knew he had to thank the universe for blessing him with such good luck. If he was being honest, it meant a lot to him that his people had shown up to support he and Arabella. It meant that he could stop to imagine waging war with the entire underworld, because he would have done so if that was what it took to keep Arabella safe. As they drove back home, Arabella leaned her head on his right shoulder, while her hand rested on his thigh. He could tell she was exhausted, and he knew why. Klaus found himself blushing at the thought of all that had happened with Arabella at the party hall. After sneaking away with her, he took her into an empty room, where he made love to her with her back pressed against the wall. He was gentle, as gentle as he needed to be, knowing that he could not be too rough, or he could risk hurting her and the baby. And Arabella? She responded to his body in a way he had never thought possible. Her body reacted to every kiss
The first thirty minutes of the party went well, and she was yet to feel the burning urge to turn around and run, that had to count for something, right? Right. Klaus walked into the banquet hall beside her, hand in hand. Mrs. George followed them behind, she was here to make Arabella more comfortable. She knew it was the only reason she would have been asked to come along with them to a party or a feast, that really did not concern her. Arabella forced her mouth close once she stepped into the hall. The high red polished walls, large round table that contained nothing less than fifty people, the meals placed on the table, and the furniture; from the gargoyle sculptures, to the exquisite chandeliers, and the punch fountain that looked so beautiful at the center of the table, all of it made the room appear so dreamy. Arabella had never seen anything like it before. It did not take her long to know that the people in the room were not ordinary. Of course, they were demons, but this
The day had finally arrived. Klaus and Arabella had both agreed she would meet his people on the evening of the weekend, and since then, Klaus had counted down the seconds and minutes that would lead them up to that very moment. That evening, while she was getting ready, Klaus went over the details of the meeting once more."We will be meeting them at the banquet hall." He started to say. Arabella had dropped her brush on the dressing table, to turn to look at him. Klaus did not pay attention to the look in her eyes, he was terrified of what he would find; something like fear, that would make him back down. "A feast has been prepared. You would be dining with us, Arabella." Klaus could remember seeing her smile. He had a feeling the smile was to tell him to be calm, to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. To tell him that she could be strong enough for the both of them, it did not matter how, or what she needed to be strong for. As he paced about in the balcony
Arabella stayed behind at the table to finish her meal with Mrs. George. After father and son had both excused themselves, Arabella and Mrs. George stayed back to enjoy their dinner in peace. Maybe Mrs. George was able to eat in peace, but Arabella was not. All the while, she kept on thinking about what Klaus's father had intended to ask her, and what the answer to the question would have been. Mrs. George looked up at her at one point, a small smile on her face. "I do not think you should beat yourself up about it, Arabella. If it was anything very important, you should know master Klaus would never keep it away from you." Arabella dropped her fork, and cleared her throat. She stared deep into Mrs. George's eyes, before speaking. "I know, I know. But I can't stop myself from worrying. It sucks, it really does." Mrs. George heaved a sigh. She reached out to Arabella and touched her wrist gently. "You'll be alright, my dear. That is all I really need you to know." Arabella did