Atlanta was hot. The temperature gauge hanging on the shaded porch read a scorching 95 degrees. It was that time of the season when alums from the senior class of 1995 would gather together at various homes or venues throughout the country for one special reunion. This year, the Society's founder himself, James Leighton was hosting the get together at his massive mansion in Buckhead. By popular demand, King James, as he was known then and now, had taken up the hosting banner and had intended to make this the ultimate blow out and his last, unbeknownst to anyone else. After the past fifteen years of practically screwing every girl and then some in their class, James had grown bored and had decided he needed to abdicate his throne.
He knew there would be a lot of disappointed ladies, but he had grown tired of the game. There was no joy in it anymore and he refused to let his joy become a chore. When he had come up with the Society back in high school, it had been a way to unleash the pent up hormonal energy that had crowded everyone in the staunch private school they'd attended. The teachers had made it their mission to keep the boys and girls in check every second of every minute of every day. It had begun to wear down everyone's nerves. What made him laugh was that the Society had started totally by accident at a party he had hosted at his house while his parents were on vacation. One thing had led to another and before anyone had realized it, people were fucking in the livingroom, the closets, the pool house, virtually anywhere with a flat surface. And what had made it all the more interesting was that the following Monday, no one had said a word about it and luck being on their side, no one had gotten pregnant or contracted a disease.
This got young James' mind to thinking and he knew he had to capitalize on the plan. So, assembling some friends together he concocted the Society, which named him as King. Anyone was allowed into the parties as long as they followed the simple rules, which were always the same: no drugs, no cameras, and bring a lot of condoms. As they got older and technology improved, the Society amended the rules to include also: no kids, no cellphones, and their most current medical info. This way, everyone felt safe to let loose and do them without fear of blackmail or retribution. The plan was genius and everyone adhered to the rules and mouths stayed mum until the following year. As the event got bigger, so did the guest list. With everyone going off to various colleges and universities, each member brought in a new society member to add new blood to the mix. It was the IT secret bash of the summer.
This year, the ladies were particularly stoked to be invited to the infamous King James palace. It had been quite sometime that the party had been in his backyard. All of them had sweated his attention at one time or the other. James was the embodiment of fucking sexy. He was a tall, caramel complected brother with sea green eyes and dimples; a nod to his mixed island roots. His build was always athletic even as far back as freshman year with imposing broad shoulders and lean, strong thighs. His voice was a rich, raspy bass that could curse with the worse of them, but could also utter some of the most charming words guaranteed to drop a panty or two. Girls loved it when he laid that creole mess in their ear; a certified panty-soaker. Back in the day, James also used to sport long dreadlocks that would stick out from beneath his football helmet as he jetted down to the field goal. Along with his number 25 jersey, it was his marker for all the ladies who wanted to watch him push the line. After high school, however, he had shaved off his trademark locks, rocking a clean baldy and trimmed goatee that made him evermore sexy to the swooning ladies. It was no wonder he was the face of the Society's franchise.
No matter who held the party, King James, always got first dibs and the ladies had it no other way. His only rule was no virgins, which was never a problem since all members in the society were certified freaks and not a virgin among them. At least one fight a year would have to be broken up, because sisters wanted to be the first to get a piece of him. His reputation for giving a girl what she wanted and how she wanted it had proceeded him and many a girl fought to be his first of the night. Something James didn't mind in the least. In fact, he took full pleasure in it. Many of the brothers had sought his knowledge on the female body, and he was more than glad to dispensed that knowledge in detail. He was their Sex Yoda and all took notes. By the time the parties would wind down, bodies would be laid out in all positions all over the place and everyone would be well-sated.
This year would be no different, James had planned ahead. His event planner had placed his regular furniture in storage, replacing it with gorgeous dark teak platforms of varying sizes and levels, covered in mattresses of all varieties. Sheer white muslin hung from the ceiling and various doorways giving the mansion a dream-like atmosphere. The pool area was also decked out like a Grecian bathhouse, already packed with "friends". The deejay, an old alum as well, was spinning killer hits from his turntables, while revelers drank poolside. The first wave of guests, mostly women, had started arriving at noon, hoping to either scope out a comfy spot or be the first to taste James.
Strangely, James did not want to start this year too early. He had decided to play more the voyeur this time. He was growing tired of the same crop of sisters rolling through year in and year out. They were starting to feel like the same woman; shallow, self-absorbed, self-conscious, gold-digging, immature. To sum the problem up, he was fed up with their kind. Any sister with a shred of intelligence had left the society a long time ago and got married. Good for them. Bad for him, since all that was left were the same ol', same ol'.
Now, two hours into the fete, James stood at the balcony leading from his bedroom watching the crowd below. The scene looked right out of classic Roman orgy. Hands and legs were everywhere and the sounds of pleasure being made caressed his body like an old lover. Sipping his Henny on the rocks, he took note of a dark skinned sister standing just under the peach tree. Who was she? he asked himself.
She was stacked with long legs that led to rounded hips and a thin waist. The white halter dress she wore made her breasts stand higher on her long torso and enhanced the gorgeous tone of her rich dark molasses skin. Her eyes were almond shaped, the color unclear from this distance, but they looked light. Her hair was in a large, curly, natural 'fro, held back by a white band tied about her head. On her ears, she wore large gold hoops with matching gold bracelets around her arms. The earrings drew notice to her high cheekbones and pert nose. But her lips were the ultimate draw, large and plump with gloss; definitely kissable. James wondered what it would feel like to have that mouth cover his bare dick.
However, it bothered him greatly that he could not place who she was and he knew every woman who'd come through the door. Had she come as someone's guest? Was she an alumna? If so, who was she? James rubbed his chin thoughtfully trying to place her, his throbbing friend begging to know. He watched as several brothers stepped to her and how she had worked some sort of magic that had them at her beck and call. She was fresh meat and they were in for the kill, which, for some reason, brought on a slight tinge of possessiveness in James. Downing his Henny, he left the balcony to rejoin the festivities below.
Dahlia smiled at the swarm of men hanging about her. It was really awkward and a blessing that no one seemed to recognize who she was. Her good friend, Crystal, had to practically drag her here. When they had gotten to the gate, Dahlia had told Crystal not to use her real name for fear she'd give herself away. So, they simply told the guard her name was Ebony and that she was a guest of Crystal's. Seemingly blown away by Dahlia's beauty, the guard let her by. Something that eased her anxiety to great degrees. The last time Dahlia had set foot at the bash had been seven years ago and back then she had sworn she'd never return.
Crystal had been there that fateful night, when Dahlia had suffered the worse humiliation possible. Since senior year of high school, Dahlia had longed to be admitted into the Society, but apparently, she hadn't been their kind of material. Then one year, while in college, she thought her chance had come when she had gotten her invite. However, she had not been prepared for the cruelty that had been awaiting her.
See, back in high school, Dahlia weighed a horrendous 375lbs on a 5'7" frame. Her skin was an oil slick dotted in terrible acne. Her hair was never manageable, mainly since her mom wouldn't pay to get it done properly. Thick glasses covered her eyes while train tracks crowded her mouth. She was quite the mess and knew she was not the looker her friend, Crystal, was. However, like everyone else in her class, she had a high libido and just cause she was big didn't mean she didn't like sex. Crystal always told her that she had the makings to be gorgeous and that they just needed to fix a few things; mainly her weight. She was convinced if Dahlia lost the pounds she could get into the Society, no questions asked.
After she had removed her glasses, found a decent hairstylist and got some Pro-Active, things started looking up for Dahlia. However, her weight had still been an issue, having lost only 100lbs of the weight. Still, she was hopeful and that junior year of college, she finally got her invite to the party. When she arrived she thought she looked outstanding. She was dressed to kill in a beautiful white jumper with gorgeous high heels and equally banging ponytail weave. She could have given Mon'ique a run for her money as fly as she looked. As she glanced around, she noted that there were other big sisters in the crowd, not as big as her, but still they represented and fellas were actually hitting on them hard. However, Dahlia had her eye on one particular prize: Mr. King James himself. She knew she was asking for trouble, but for as long as she had wanted to be in the Society, her heart had been set on giving herself to him.
So, taking in a deep breath, she had sauntered over to King James with all intents to offer herself up. He was surrounded by his boys as they watched the crowd before them. Soon, his eyes met hers and they stared at one another from across the pool. Dahlia could feel her heart swell and teeter restlessly. A tentative smile crossed her lips revealing a row of pearly white teeth, the fruits of wearing those God awful braces. She hadn't been sure, but she could've sworn James had been smiling back at her. And if her imagination wasn't running wild, his eyes were taking in her framework, which caused her pulse to spike. Dahlia was a mere few steps from him, when one of the class clowns decided to rake her over the coals, drawing everyone's attention.
"Oh no, Big Booty Dahlia, coming your way, King James," he hollered. "Watch out!"
The comment probably would've gone unnoticed, but then, another clown had chimed in. "BBD!"
And another, "You might need a crane for that, James? She could blow your back out!"
And more continued to rain, "She got a lot of ocean for that motion." "I didn't know you liked Asians, James, 'cause you about to get Three Chins."
Those loud barbs seemed easier to take, it was the whispered ones that truly began to knife her spirit. "How the hell did she get by security?" "Don't she know he won't go for that?" "She must be out her mind." "Oh, that's just pitiful."
And on and on the barbs had kept sticking. When Dahlia had glanced back up at James, brothers were clapping on his back and pointing and laughing at her, which he'd laughed off with a wave. He was trying to get the crowd about him under control, but he could see the humor in his eyes and Dahlia knew she had to fall back and retreat. Snatching up her pride, she ran out of the party as fast as her legs would carry her. Crystal, who'd been trying to hush the clowns, had followed right behind her, swearing they would get their revenge on those motherfuckers if it was the last thing they did. But Dahlia refused to come back. She had her pride - what was left of it. The Society was not for her and with that she had gone incognito for a couple of years, retreating to the Big Apple, to complete her schooling.
It was there that she had found herself. She'd met a group of sexually liberated folk, who taught Dahlia all about the swing scene in NYC. She had collected a hodge-podge of friendly characters that were made up of drag queens, doms, subs, and freaky couples, who made Dahlia feel right at home. In fact, Mist and Fog, twin brother drag queens, who had made it their life's mission to take her under their wing, had helped her shed the weight she had been carrying around since forever as well as helped her get her true look on. Gone were the weaves, the pimples and the plus size. Under their tutelage, she had a style that made her a mini celebrity in their community of friends. She had been dubbed the Virgin Dahlia, since she appeared to be the most normal and innocent among them, but just as naughty and sinful.
Once Dahlia had completed her degree in psychology, she had started working as a sex therapist in midtown New York and a mystery blogger to the underground scene, known simply as Ms. D. She had kept in touch with Crystal, who had been plumb astounded by the her friend's transformation. During one visit, she almost didn't recognize her old friend when she had picked her up at the airport.
"Dahl, is that you?" she had exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
"Why? Do I look different or something?" the Southern belle had laughed merrily.
"Fuck yeah!" she'd cried gripping her friend for a hug. "Tell me you still get the invites?"
"I do, but you know the deal," Dahlia had reminded her. "I can never go there again."
Crystal had sucked her teeth and stated, "Shoot, with this frame you can, and throw it all up in their faces."
And since that visit, Crystal had pestered and nagged her to come home for six years straight. Finally, Dahlia had decided a few months ago to move back to ATL to open up shop and complete her manuscript. However, she had refused to have an official homecoming as Crystal had wanted. She wanted her life to remain private and keep the biters back. Then Crystal began to nag her about getting her vengeance on those bastards from back then. But Dahlia wasn't so sure she even wanted to. She wanted to let sleeping dogs lie and move on, but with Crystal's perpetual prodding she'd finally convinced her to go, only if she could go under the radar, which Crystal agreed.
Now, here she stood with a throng a fellas sweating to get into her panties. The same fellas who had laughed her out the party with their barbs. However, after years of hanging with her dominatrix friend, Kasha, she learned how to play their desires against them. When one of the brothers tried to step to her, she stood toe to toe with them, making them look her in the eye. If they wavered even a little bit, she recognized the weakness and exploited it quickly. One brother was kept busy getting her and Crystal drinks. Two brothers had gotten them plates of food. When one brother tried to act a fool and stronghold a sister, Dahlia simply dismissed him, only to have him come crawling back to apologize for his misbehavior and offered to massage the stress from her shoulders. The key, as Kasha had told her, was being subtly firm in her commands, penetrate their souls with her eyes, use what they wanted to get what she wanted, punish them severely when they stepped out of line, and always being the one to hold the reins. Crystal had been amazed and was enjoying the show immensely. Especially, since these fools had no clue who she was.
"Girl, I need to hook up with your friends," she stated, sipping on a glass of Chardonnay.
"I'm sure they'd all love this," Dahlia smiled. "Seems like everyone has kept in good shape since last I was here."
"Hmph, the sucky thing is James banned those three motherfuckers who'd raked you over the coals two years later for pulling the same shit on another sister," Crystal whispered to her. "However, the damage was done from that first time they'd done it to you and everyone started shaping up before they got here."
"Why did he do that?" Dahlia asked curiously.
"Well, I had been occupied elsewhere, but from what I heard, James had grown tired of these fools bullying the big sisters," she explained. "Heard from Cherelle that he started to call them out on their broke selves and had the security team oust'em."
Dahlia pondered this new information carefully. The only reason she had agreed to come to the party was to get back at those fools and James for their mistreatment of her that night, but maybe James wasn't lumped in with those fools after all. A sigh rushed past her lips as she swept her gray eyes over the writhing crowd before her. She was just about to lean over to Crystal to let her know she was heading to the garden for some alone time, when Crystal leaned her way.
"Look here, I see Lamont over there eyeing me," she said as she adjusted her shirt. "He was kicking last year with the tongue action and sister girl is looking for another taste."
Dahlia giggled softly behind her hand as she encouraged, "Go on, Crystal. You straight with the -"
"I always keep my Trojans close. See ya!" she waved away as she headed inside the pavilion.
After watching Crystal depart, Dahlia turned in the opposite direction away from the pool area to walk the garden, but she wasn't alone. She sensed that someone was watching her, closely. Another technique Kasha had taught her: be aware of any potential catches without their being aware of your notice. Using her peripherals, she caught sight of a man leaned up against a bamboo column. She instinctively knew who it was just from his smell. How long had he been watching her? And did she just now catch his eye? She stopped in her tracks, standing with the grace of a supermodel finding her light.
"Are you going to speak or do you plan to just stare all afternoon?" she asked without looking his way.
"Wasn't sure if you wanted to be approached," he admitted, sauntering toward her to block her way into the garden.
"Why is that?" she asked in a husky tone.
James allowed his eyes to roam her frame from bottom to top, admiring her sumptuous body. "Well, with the way you had brothers at your beck and call, you seemed already occupied."
"As you can see, they're all gone," she pointed out with a wave of her hand, her eyes never veering from his.
"I do," he stated stepping closer, invading her space and sense. The back of his hand caressed her cheek, sending a hot shiver down Dahlia's spine. She had told herself that she would not get drawn in by James' charm, but she had also forgotten how good he was at wielding it. "What's your name, beautiful?"
Dahlia struggled with revealing her true identity or the one she and Crystal had come up with. Playing it safe she threw back, "What's your interest in my name?"
"You have my interest piqued," he said, walking around her to study her some more. "Are you an alum? If so, why haven't I had the pleasure?"
Because you don't do big girls, she uttered to herself saltily, before saying, "Our paths may never have crossed."
James looked into her eyes as if what she said was an impossibility. However, he was struck silent by the color of her eyes. They were the lightest shade of gray, very uncommon. There was sultriness that exuded from their almond shaped depths that pulled him to her. Sultriness aside, her eyes revealed an old soul who had seen and experienced much. She wasn't easily fooled or lead, not this time anyway. But James could recall only one class member having gray eyes like hers, but this couldn't be her. The last time he had seen her, she had run from the party with tears streaming from those gorgeous gray pearls. A sight that had haunted James for a long time. He had felt awful that Roscoe, Dean and Avery had teased her something fierce, forcing her to leave. He tried getting a hold of her, but the brothers had been so busy cracking and snapping he had had a hard time getting away to stop her. That was why two years later, he had snapped and had those fools taken out for trying to pull the same shit on another girl. At least he had been able to console her before any real damage had been done and after James had bestowed his attentions on her, she'd become a fan favorite at subsequent parties thereafter. But, alas, he had missed his chance with this one, but not this time.
James had actually found her cute with her curvaceous hips, and had been tempted to take what she was willing to offer. His tastes were discerning, and yet, he was an equal opportunity lover. Big woman, small woman. They all were woman worthy of his time as long as they were classy and willing to let him do what he wished for their pleasures. But she, she was the one that got away, and he was determined to clear that card this time. James took her hand gently, raising it to his mouth.
"I believe our paths have crossed," he stated confidently, placing tiny pecks a long her hand and wrist, causing more gooseflesh to surface.
"Why is that?" she questioned, drawing her hand away from any further ministrations.
"Because I have a very good memory, especially when it comes to pretty things," he revealed, walking about her again. He slowly wrapped his arms about her waist drawing her pert bottom up against his rigid flesh, causing a gasp to slip from her lips. "And who could forget the beautiful gray eyes of Miss Dahlia Sims."
Dahlia's eyes widened at the mention of her name. He knew who she was. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the insecurities from back then creep up on her. Her memories recalled how he laughed while the cat callers trounced on her confidence and pride. Was he gearing up to finish what they had started? Pulling away, she kept walking into the garden, refusing to look back, refusing to give him any more of her pride than he and those fools had taken. Maybe she wasn't ready to face this. Maybe this had been a horrible mistake to begin with. Stupid Crystal for convincing her to come here. Suddenly, she was whipped back around when James took hold of her arm drawing her back to him.
Their eyes clashed, firing a sharp intensity between them. Her brooding grays versus his smoldering sea greens; like storm clouds riding over a serene ocean. Her breathing was becoming ragged as her nose took in the all male scent of him. A scent that had always stayed with her. James was drawn into her somber depths; enraptured by their thunderous smokiness. He couldn't let her run this time. Long minutes passed as they simply stared. Dahlia wondered why he was so intent on keeping her, while James wondered why she was so intent on running from him. He knew her turbulent glare had something to do with that night and he was fucking determined to wipe it away. Suddenly, James swept his mouth over hers, hoping he had not overstepped his bound. Luck was on his side as Dahlia found herself succumbing to his spell.
Their tongues immediately went to work, tasting and touching one another, dueling for dominance over the other. A fire began to spread as they tore at each others' clothes haphazardly. Once bared, James hoisted Dahlia into his arms and quickly ushered her to a secluded part of the garden, away from the prying eyes of the party goers. He refused to share this moment with anyone but her. Surrounded by a screen of wild flowers and bushes, he laid her down upon the soft mattress of Kentucky blue grass that his landscapers assured him would be lush to the touch. He stared down at her lush body and admired the work she had put into it.
"How long did it take to drop the pounds?" he asked casually leaning down to lay by her.
"Two long years," she sighed wearily, then with a laugh, she added, "Drag queens know how to work a sister."
James chuckled with her, "Drag queens?"
"One of the many friends I met in NYC," she explained.
"They did good work, but I appreciated your original framework just as well," he admitted nuzzling against her neck, drawing her closer to feel her body.
"Did you?" she wondered in surprise.
James looked down at her with such an intensity that it paused her next breath. "I'm not so shallow that all my desires are only for skinny chicken heads," he stated firmly. "I like a solid girl here and there. I would've gladly taken what you offered back then, if you hadn't run off."
Dahlia pondered his words carefully. "Well, it was pretty hard to tell when you didn't make an effort to defend a big girl's honor. In fact, I just remember you laughing," she threw back with a shrug of her shoulder.
"As cold as what they said was, admit it, they got you with BBD," he said with a wink and smirk. "In fact, you still BBD to me."
Dahlia laughed at the reminder. "Alright. I can laugh - now. But it still hurt."
"Well, I won't hurt you," he promised, laying kisses along her arm, causing tingles to ripple against her skin.
She could feel his breath caress her just as his hands began to explore various parts of her body. The contrast of his caramel skin against her dark chocolate was simply gorgeous in the hue of the afternoon sun. Dahlia reveled in it. James enjoyed the taste of her smooth buttery skin against his tongue as he sampled the hardened nubs of her breasts. An appreciative moan slipped from her lips as he suckled and tugged. The delicious twirl of his tongue tickling the sensitive nipples caused her stomach to flutter giddily. But none more than his fingers as they ran along her muscled ribcage, stopping briefly to toy with her navel playfully, which brought about a giggled sigh from his ebony flower. Dahlia had felt the touch clear to her core, causing her clit to throb mercilessly.
His hands continued down her body, answering the call. Slipping beneath the band of her white bikini thong, they found her folds drowning in a sea of womanly mist. Parting the labial ocean, he found the pearl within the oyster and gently plucked it in slow repetitive motions. His reward was the cry of pleasure flowing between her lips.
"Oh, James," she sighed, arching her head back, exposing her neck. "I guess that's why your the king."
She heard him chuckle against her neck, then felt the air knocked from her when she felt his finger dip smoothly into her body, causing shivers to run rampant from head to toe. All thought ceased at that moment, when the realization that her dreams were possibly coming true. She had waited so long to be in this position with him. She would finally get her chance.
James delighted in ringing pleasure from her. It was like every touch was new. The sights, the smells all drew him in. He loved watching the pleasure play over her face. As his hand stroked her flesh, he could feel her tighten her muscles in response, trying to hold back the maelstrom. He was willing to let her fight, since it gave him more of a challenge. He quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth as he delved head first between her thighs. His lips and tongue immediately went to work laving the different parts of her, paying attention to her humming pearl. With the back of his tongue, he grazed the nub gently, feeling her flesh quiver in response. He could see her fingers curl into the grass as if holding on for dear life. Then for added unpredictability, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, feeling her jump with a cry of pleasure.
James stopped a second to stare down at the womanly treasure before him. The flesh was a blushing hot pink that shook and sighed. The entrance dripped with pleasure juice, leaving a tasty trail for him to follow. His middle finger softly rested on the throbbing nub, feeling the heat increase tenfold, then, with slow, tight circles, he massaged it, drawing more heat. He watched avidly as her pussy's mouth opened and closed as if begging to be filled. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he watched Dahlia's hips arch up, moans falling from her mouth unchecked. Soon, his name pushed from her lips as a her body wavered in unadulterated pleasure.
Dahlia panted breathlessly as she tried to get her thoughts back together. She felt so luxurious and sated that she could've died right there and been alright. Before the sensation started to wane, she felt James' lips on her thigh again. This time he was coming back toward her lips. His body felt hard and glancing down, Dahlia thought she'd faint from the sheer size of his manhood hovering by her quaking flesh. He had already thrown on a condom, sometime between her climax and the start of her afterglow. He was good, she thought. He drew her eyes back up to his.
"I wanna see your eyes this time," he said as he began his decent. "You tasted so good, but I like watching more."
Dahlia took in his words through her haze of desire, feeling his member probe her entrance torturously, bringing her desire to life again. Her mind had resigned itself to the fact she was giving herself completely to him, assured that there would be nothing but pleasure. Her eyes, as he had wished, remained on his. She, too, wanted to watch for his reaction. James entered her depths slowly, gearing his body up for the delight he knew would be there in. She was tight, but slick; the mouth of her puss drawing him in with its grip. The sensitive tip of his dick reveled in the milking motion as he pushed further in. The pressure building was reeking havoc on his body.
"Damn, you feel so good," he panted breathlessly, staring into her eyes. "If I didn't know any better I swear you were a virgin."
Dahlia swallowed the lump in her throat, before whispering, "That's because I am."
Before her words could register, James came up on the barrier of her maidenhead. Too late in stopping his motion, he crushed through it to get to her core, feeling her stiffen from the impact and the warm gush of her virgin's blood coating his member. His eyes just stared into hers. He was at an utter loss and disbelief. How could she still be a virgin? Why would she just give this treasure up so freely here? His mind tried to wrap around the question, but the deliciously throbbing ache in his dick was calling him back to his senses. Their eyes never breaking he began thrusting harder, yet gently within, trying hard to keep his promise not to hurt her. He saw the pleasure fill her gray depths as another climax overtook her. Her eyes closed as her head tossed back in a scream of passion. James covered her mouth with his taking in the cries with his own, all the while pumping his flesh deeper and deeper until he too followed suit with his own orgasm.
Sated, it took James a long while to lift his body from her. He raised up on his elbows to study Dahlia carefully. In all his years running the Society, he had made it a rule never to take a virgin. Everyone had known that. It was never a secret. He set his jaw firmly trying to quell the annoyance that was steadily rising, yet annoyance was not the only feeling rising. His dick was still embedded in her warm, velvet chamber and was already making another attempt to try her again, but he needed answers first.
"Why?" he asked through clenched teeth.
Dahlia could see the ire sparked behind his eyes. She had been fully aware back then and now about his rule never to bed a virgin, and after that night she had thought what a fitting revenge it would've been if she had made him break his own rule. So, despite all her carnal knowledge and her oath never to return to the Society, she still never let anyone take her. Somewhere she believed she'd get her chance and today she thought she'd gotten her chance. However, when she had realized what he had so chivalrously done on her behalf and that he had actually found her to his liking, back then and now, she wanted to him to be her first because she had felt he had earned it.
"I'm sorry," she began, her voice cracking. "I know I should've told you. But..."
"But what?" he demanded pinning her with his eyes.
"It was a mistake. I wanted to get revenge..."
"Revenge!" he repeated with disbelief, more anger flooding his eyes.
"For what happened that night seven years, but when I found out what you did two years later, I decided I didn't want that, but then you started..." her mind reeled with thoughts of what he'd, they'd just done. "I couldn't help myself."
James began to rise, wanting to flee, but Dahlia quickly wrapped her legs about him, keeping him close and their bodies connected. Using the techniques taught to her, she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his dick, which stilled his motions. James eyes closed against the pleasure her muscles drew from him. The caster of spells had been cast upon and he was powerless. He could feel her sucking him back in, stroking him with these tiny muscles, hardening his member to rock status.
Dahlia's lips kissed his fervently, her hands stroking his bald head lovingly. "Please, don't go," she begged. "Let me make this up to you."
A groan pulled from his throat. He was asking for trouble, but her power was smashing his to the wall. He quickly took over the kiss. However, Dahlia was able to turn him on his back to take full control of the situation. With his back to the grass, she grinded her hips against his body, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone, stirring his desire as well as her own. Her hands splayed across his chest, toying with the flats of his nipples. James bucked his hips upward, enjoying the feel of her body bouncing against his. He was amazed by, despite her virgin state, how she knew all the right places to please him. Her midnight skin rubbed lusciously over him, taking his pleasure to the edge and back. Suddenly, he felt another climax claim them both, shuddering their bodies in one motion.
James' hands rested possessively on her hips, keeping them connected. Dahlia stared down at him apologetically before saying, "I'll just go."
She started to rise, but James held her in place over his body. "Oh no you won't," he stated firmly.
Dahlia looked at him quizzically. "What? Why?"
Lifting her into his arms, he began to move back to the house. "You in blood, woman. You think I'm gonna watch you run off a second time, especially with what you just did?" he stated firmly, entering his house. "I hope you didn't have any plans this week, 'cause you mine now."
Dahlia laughed merrily as she was swept away into King James pleasure palace.
