The Blackmail® [Complete]

Chapter Twenty

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It's been two weeks of pure pleasure and marital bliss. It goes to show that if two people make up their minds about something, it usually works. Since I and Ovian decided to stop pretending to each other, things have seemed okay.

Most mornings, we wake up in each other's arms, the same with most nights. The nights he doesn't sleep in our bed is excused as a work night. Although, I know he now heads Charlotte's late father's business and taking the reigns from that leech, Fairweather, is very tasking. Although, a dark part of me, still couldn't help but wonder if he spends those nights with his mistress. He had promised to take her out of the picture though. But I was finding it difficult to believe that he would leave Alex just like that. Which begs the one question that has been nagging at me, 'how do I know if he's cheating? I sigh. Another question is, how am I going to live with it? I will have to ask the queen how she endured sharing her husband with his mistresses. And I don't expect that to be an easy conversation.

Preparing for the family dinner, which holds every forth night, I put on my lavender coloured dress. It is an off shoulder number, which flowed down to my ankles. I accessorised it with a pair of silver sandals, and a diamond stud in my ears. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my hair, until it fell over my shoulders.

The bedroom door opened and Ovian walked in, he stops and admires my outfit, his eyes gleaming. He drops his jacket and walked towards me. Silently, I watched him walk behind me, pull my hair aside, and begin to kiss my bare shoulders.

"Hello beautiful." He murmured as he kissed the back of my neck, sending tiny shivers down my spine. Watching him through the mirror was so sexy, it made me close my eyes and give in to the desire that was flooding my senses.

"Open your eyes baby." My eyes fluttered open and I stare at Ovian through the mirror. Then he proceeds to push the dress down my arms. I gawked at him.

"Ovian!"

"Shh." He said as he pulls my arms out of the dress. He pushed until the dress fell at my feet, leaving me in my matched silk and lace pink bra and thong.

"Dinner... Your parents..." I murmured incoherently. I didn't really care about dinner. I raised my hand and reached for the back of his head as he shoved my bra aside and cupped my ample bosom in his large hands. I watched as he rolled my nipples between his fingers until they became hardened peaks.

I closed my eyes and he nudged me to open them again. "I want you to see what I do to you and what you do to me." He said softly. I moaned and bit my lip, while I watch his right hand move down to where it mattered most, between my legs.

I could feel his arousal straining against the small of my back. Feeling bold, I moved my other hand down the front of his pants and squeezed softly. He groaned into my hair.

I whimpered softly as he continued to caress me. My body was hot and suddenly, I couldn't wait to have him inside me. "Ovian."

He responded by leading me towards the bed. Soon, his clothes were off and our bodies met, chest to chest, hip to hip. He sucked, licked and squeezed every inch of my body till I couldn't take it any longer.

Again, I reached for him and he chuckled. He moved away slightly to avoid my hand. "Baby, delayed gratification will make it even more pleasurable."

"I don't want to wait." I said looking into his eyes. I moved my hips against his, "I want you now." He leaned down and took my mouth into his while he positioned himself between my legs.

Then he entered me. He raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders and moved in deeper. So deep I could feel him hitting my stomach wall. I soon began to thrash my hips, trying to meet him thrust for thrust.

His tempo increased as he pounded into me harder and harder still. "Oh God! Oh God!" I shout.

He grunted, our eyes never leaving each other.

"Ovian! Oviaaaan!" I dragged his name as the universe exploded around me into tiny white lights. I was still riding on the wings of my orgasm, when I felt his body go taut and he came, grunting and chanting my name.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us shaking from the earth shattering pleasure that we created together. I rubbed my hands all over his body, and squeezed his butt. He raised his head and smiled, "You are becoming bolder and bolder each time."

I squeezed his butt again. "Is that a bad thing?" I ask biting my lower lip.

"Not unless you want us to skip dinner with my parents and go again." He said kissing my nose.

Then I remembered. "Ovian! Get up! It would be rude to miss our first dinner with them!" I said, pushing him off me.

He moved away laughing. I quickly went into the bathroom to take yet another quick shower to wash off the sweat. Ovian joined me and we tried our damnest to keep our hands off each other and dress quickly.

Soon, we were walking arm in arm towards the king's quarters to join the rest of the first family for dinner.

A few hours later, dinner was finally over and everyone was relaxing or conversing. Ovian and his father were deep in conversation, while Lahran was no where to be seen. I noticed that he hadn't talked much during dinner. From the noise coming Fran's phone, it was obvious he was either playing a game or chatting. 

The queen had earlier excused herself to receive according to her, 'a very important phone call' and dear old me was busy texting with Taylor. I had sent her pictures of the food and she had sent an emoji of herself drooling.

I was laughing when I felt a presence beside me. I lifted my head to find the queen watching me with an amused smile on her lips.

"My queen," I greeted, putting my phone into my purse. "Thank you for the pleasant meal."

"Hmmm." She responded. "I have been meaning to ask, not that I am prying but from one woman to another, you know."

I nodded, wondering what she wanted.

"How have you been coping with Ovian's mistress?"

I stared at her. I had not expected her to be so forward. I was at a loss for words.

She continued. "I hope you are not being naive as to think he's besotted to you alone, are you?"

I regained my composure and responded. "I am far from naive my queen. I have already made up my mind to expect the unexpected where Ovian is concerned." Easier said than done.

"Good girl! You are smarter than you let on." She said, taking my hand and leading us towards a set of comfortable chairs in the large sitting area. As we sat down, she proceeded to give me series of advice and I listened intently.

"Many people look at us and say, I want to be like them. They have no idea what they enjoy or what we go through. Take for instance, their husbands cannot cheat on them, even if they did, it would be very discreet. But as king, you can do anything and get away with it." She said bitterly.

"But Ovian isn't king." I said. "I thought he could let go."

She laughed. "Let go? He can't let go. It's a part of him." She said looking towards where Ovian and the king sat together, talking. "Like father, like son. He is his favourite, you know."

I followed her gaze and nodded my head. Of course, his father cheated on his wife, he is a product of that, how can he see anything wrong with it? One would expect that he would do everything not to become that person. I sighed.

"Don't be sad my dear," the queen said as she patted my hand. "It will get better as the years go by. My prayer for you is that you have children immediately. My not being able to give birth made it so much more unbearable."

"But thank God you have Lahran." I say.

"Yes, yes." She murmured.

I nodded, staring at her and feeling pity for her. It took someone so tough to go through all of that and still remain standing. As I sat there, one thought kept running through my mind, is this the kind of life Ovian wants you to have with him?