The Courtier

21

THE COURTIER
♡ Josephine ♡

I missed my mother and Nolan, I wished to go see them but I have been pushing it off. I cannot help but feel as if I have let mother down by backstabbing Beth. Though they do not know, I feel in my heart that this will soon not end too well. I am doing my chores alone in the basement of the palace, and I hear footsteps traveling down here and I wonder who it could be since Arabella is spending her evening sewing while Jaxson is doing his King duties in his office, and I am sure Ugene is sitting in the corner to watch over him.

My back turns, scrubbing the dirty clothes that Beth had requested me to do since her and the maids have gone out to the village. Hands are surrounding my being against the counter, they are large and alluming that has me sinking into the gentleman behind me.

"You miss me?" Ugene's voice finds my ear, and he is moving my hair off of my shoulder, and pressing light kisses upon my hot skin. "Lass mich dir zeigen, wie sehr ich dich vermisst habe."

Let me show you how much I have missed you.

I hate when he speaks German because it has me feeling wet yet again, and there is nothing I could do to stop myself from feeling this way. It was overpowering me, and heavy breathing is behind me, and his lower half rubs me from behind. My hands claw against the counter as I gasp, feeling his hand slowly reach downward. He lifts my dress, and butterflies enter my system and I am on a high that I cannot climb down from. He touches me, my bare self and my head flies back against his shoulder.

My eyes close on their own, whimpering at his lingering touch. His two fingers find my lips, spreading them apart and his middle finger glides across my arousal and the pad of his finger comes across my bud, wetting it in the process. My lower lip gets sucked into my mouth when I feel his hot, warm mouth over my throat and I cannot help but moan from his touch. He is so gentle, yet he touches me in a dangerous way. He was being scandalous, anyone could come down from the stairs and find us like this, we would be obligated to wed. Was it truly horrible to not feel remorse if we had been caught?

"I can listen to your sounds all day long if you would let me," he murmurs against my skin. "You're an addiction I don't ever wish to get well from."

"Yes," I breathe, my hips finding the right rhythm and I feel something building within me.

"Yes," he repeats my words and I gain this overwhelming feeling at the pit of my stomach and I do not have the answers to that until it overflows me. It feels so good, him against me with his hand down there. This is what Serena and Arabella were speaking about.

I come undone against his hand, and my eyes widen at how good it feels. It feels like fireworks erupting in my insides, and once it is over in a second, I wish we could do it again. I twirl around, facing Ugene whom holds my stare, he takes his hand that was against me and licks my arousal from his dripping fingers. I blush, and before I can hide away from him, he has me against his chest and his mouth is on mine in a hungry state.

"I did not go too far, did I?" He pushes off of me to make sure I am alright and I shake my head.

"No, it was good. Yeah, it was good." I blush deeply before his lips are on mine and his hands are fixing my messed up dress that he had caused.

Footsteps echoes throughout the basement, and Ugene is off of me in an instant and I am wiping my swollen lips to erase anything that anyone could possibly catch onto. Looking behind me as I scrub the dishes to keep my mind off of the gentleman behind me with his back towards me, Ugene's father is clear to my vision and I knew that Ugene would no longer speak to me.

Mr. Chesire finds my eyes and raises a brow. "You, alright?"

I nod my head, licking my lips and I know they are still red from his assault. "Of course, Sir."

His eyes wind back to his own son whom does not meet his eyes, and I cannot see the look on Ugene's face but his back is tense and he has his walls built around him once again. He holds a suspicious stare, nodding his chin up at his son.

"Ugene, we shall talk." Mr. Chesire keeps his eyes on me all while his son bypasses him and his father gives me a smile but I happen to feel like it was fake. I breathe out once they are gone, and lean my head against the counter and remember the actions that just took place.

I grow curious as to what his father wished to speak to him about, and I cannot help my legs that follow their footsteps and I am compared to a quiet mouse lurking near. They exit out of backdoor, and I crack it just to hear their conversation.

"What was that?" His father suddenly questions.

"What was what?" Ugene is annoyed, it is laced in his voice and I would not dare to annoy him further. He was good with a sword.

"Do not play me the fool," Mr. Chesire utters. "You two were in the middle of something before I arrived, were you not?"

"No, are you mad?" His disagreement hurts me to know that he was hiding me away from his own father, but I was doing the same for Beth.

"I am not blind," his father retorts. "Her lips were red as a beet. Do not lie to me either. I am merely curious, that is all."

"Apparently so, we were simply having a conversation as one does since they are both the courtiers for the royal family," Ugene replies. "I don't even understand why I am explaining this to you."

"Ugene, I have been in the same shoes, I had done the same actions with your mother. You are smitten by her," he exclaims. "Just remember the words I have spoken, once you finally get in between those legs of hers, hit the road, it will soon grow boring and you will have a nagging lady up your arse before you know it."

Shutting the door behind me silently to make sure they do not hear me, I am debated between my feelings and what my head tells me to do. My heart tells me to stay, but my head is telling me to steer clear from Ugene Chesire and his overwhelming father.

"Josie, make haste I must show you this new dress I have made, it could be yours," Arabella tells me from the hall, and I forget about my troubles for the evening and spend time with the Queen as she takes my size up on the stool as I stare at the frown on my face in the reflection of the mirror.

"Trouble in paradise?" Arabella tilts her, analyzing me.

Shaking my head, I tell her. "Nothing of your concern, thank you."

"Any new gossip about this gentleman perhaps?"

"What gentleman?" I ask quickly.

She giggles, placing a hand over her hips. "The gentleman you were referring to when you two do things together." Oh, yes. My face blushes, and I am all red in the vision of the Queen whom sets in another fit of laughter in the room.

"You finally figured that out, huh?"

"No..." I trail, blushing deeply and Arabella nods, understanding how shy I can become over the talks of sexual desire.

"Our secret." She winks.

Our secret.