Bambi and the Duke

Vivian unzipped his pant and unsure of what to do next, it felt as if she was under pressure suddenly and wanted to cry. As if feeling her worry, Leonard used his hand to pull out his hardened member out of his slacks.

"It might be easier if you sit down," he guided her, making sure she didn't misunderstand to kneel on the floor, he made her sit on the seat where her dress that she had worn was crumpled, "Don't be embarrassed. You have done it before," he urged her with patient voice and she took hold of his member that was in front.

His member was hard yet soft in her hands as she used both her hands to hold it. It was warm, very warm. Moving her hand as she did last time, she moved it back and forth to hear a hum of approval come from the back of his throat. This went on for a minute until she bent down to lick the tip of it like a cream that was on her finger. One lick and then she licked another time to hear take a sharp intake of breath.

Having no experience she looked up at him with those eyes which asked if she was doing it right though something told her that she was, "You're doing well," he used words of encouragement to fuel her motivation. She did similar to what the woman had done in the night theatre as that was the only reference she had. She was embarrassed yet she wanted to please Leo the way he pleased her, to take that power in her hands where she knew she affected him the way he affected her. 

Once she was done licking in and around, running the tip of her tongue at the length of his side she finally put it in her mouth. Leo placed his hand on her head, running it gently while making sure he didn't ram his thick member into her mouth at the worry of choking her. Though he would love to do that, he didn't want it to be something she would remember in the coming future. His Bambi was a fawn who had only grown, as eager he was to show what the world was he had to take baby steps with her in these matters.

Wanting to guide her further, he spoke, "You need to move your head just like your hand," he chuckled and saw her cheeks turn red before he hissed when her head began to move, "Careful, Bambi, not with the teeth. Suck it," he patted her head gently.

Leo's words weren't helping but turning her shyer as his words were bold and open which she was used to when it came to sexual things. But she did her best to please the man she loved, using all her concentration she bobbed her head back and forth in the same rhythm to feel his hand stopped on her head and hearing him sigh in bliss. The more she did, the more she noticed his member turn hotter until her head was pushed back, "Pull back, Vivi," he advised her but Vivian was in her own world wanting to disobey him and take her own kind of revenge not knowing that Leo had told it for her sake.

To tell that he wasn't turned on with the sight of his woman giving him a treat of her own would be a pure lie. She had her eyes closed, not listening to what he said as she moved her head giving him a blow job. With her being seated comfortably, it gave her the advantage where her knees didn't have to be pressed down in the floor. Her breasts were open and to his eyes to look at. The tips had hardened to complete attention.

"Vivi," he gently called her but she seemed to ignore him. It was when he saw her tongue peek out of her delicate lips, the pink tongue licked the tip of his member making him almost lose control and he weaved his fingers through the back of her hair to pull it back. He would have enjoyed the feel of her wet hot mouth around his organ sucking it until his climax reached, making her gulp every part of him but he could tell she wasn't ready. 

His Bambi was a shy creature but he had come to notice the way her guard fell down as she tried to embrace this side of her where he could see the eagerness in her eyes which she wouldn't speak in words.

He gripped her hair which wasn't painful but enough to have her attention on him. Bringing her up as she stood on her two feet, she heard him speak, "What were you planning, my vixen?" he looked at her with a heated look in his eyes. Parting his lips, he kissed her on the mouth before picking the dress from the bottom such that her legs were in view.

Slipping his hand into her underwear he felt her sex which was wet and already covered in her juice, "What turned you on?" he asked.

"Do you have to ask everything?"

"Why does it turn you shy? Or does it turn you hot?" he said teasing her more as it only made her feel that much more conscious, "Tell me, Bambi. I didn't even speak what I have at the back of my mind," Vivian gave him a look which said he was joking, "I want to touch my beautiful, what is so wrong in that?" he pushed his finger to see her gasp at the sudden intrusion.

"No," her toes curled on the ground and if she could she would move away and hide from him but in this close space of the room, there was no escape. The last time she had been utterly dead for crying out his name in the bed but this wasn't a place where she wanted to let people hear her cry out his name.

"Still thinking about others," he was unpleased with it and moved his finger before ripping apart the underwear that she wore, "Don't think about others when I am with you. Is it that attendant or another one you are worried about?"

"What about the women who were touching you?" she blurted out to look away.

"It's good to see you jealous, my sweet sweet Bambi. They were taking the measurements. There's a difference in making one stand behind and putting on the dress and in taking measurements," his monopolization on her was something that had to be commended, "Let's see how much you can hold in your cries today."

He lifted her up and hiked up to hoist her around his waist, "Wrap your legs," he ordered. He pushed himself into her to have her circle her arms around his neck as a cry of pleasure passed through her lips, "My like this everyone will hear how naughty you are," he teased her.

Vivian buried her face on his shoulder, biting him feeling his hiss, "Naughty girl," he pushed himself, moving inside her as her cries were turned to muffles in his arms. She clenched around his already hardened member until the groans that filled up the small room quietened when Leo released his orgasm after Vivian.

He held her in his arms while she refused to pull back for what they had done. She wanted to dig her grave here if it were possible. They might have been quiet or tried to be quiet but people outside weren't deaf or blind to know what would have transpired in the room.

"I hate you," she muttered and Leo smiled knowing she didn't mean it.

"I know," his voice was filled with tenderness for her that she couldn't be angry.

Vivian wasn't as vocal and as affectionate when it came to professing her love for Leonard but she loved him more than she would be able to express. His whisper filled sweet words melted her heart and pulled the strings of her heart one after another, tugging on it every time bullied her. He let her stay there and he would have continued to carry her if she hadn't decided to let go of her arms around him.

He had not only torn the dress of the store but he had also managed to tear the underwear that she had worn.

"Do you want me to help you with changing?" he asked her and she was quick to refuse his offer.

"That's okay. I will do it," she said meeting his eyes.

"Hmm. I will be outside. You can hand me the dress before getting into your usual one," he said and pushed the curtains and opened the door to step out. After Vivian had handed the dress and wore her previous clothes with which she had come to the shop. Tying her hair, she stepped out and went straight to where Leo was without letting her eyes wander left nor right. She knew that if she were to let her eyes wander, she would meet the judgy eyes of the attendants who had previously not thrown her any attention.

Before leaving the store, her eyes had the owners who looked at Leo with a sour look. It wasn't because of what they had done in the dressing room but because he had torn his beautiful dress which was nonetheless paid for with twice the price which it was being sold for.

When they stepped out Vivian wondered where Lord Nicholas until she saw him talking to a woman on the other side of the street. Internally she hoped that he wasn't there in the store when Leo had come to the dressing room. She caught sight of Nicholas who bent to pick the lady's hand and kiss the back of her hand which didn't seem casual at all before he made his way to where they were.

"I brought the clothes I wanted for Winter's Ball. Thank you for accompanying me," he thanked Vivian and bowed his head, "I shall see you two love birds at the ball," Vivian bowed her head to see him walk away from them. She was glad that Nicholas didn't ask why and what had taken them this long time in the dressing because he would have already known when Leonard had made his way to where she was.

"What else did we have to buy?" Leonard asked her if there was something that she had missed.

She shook her head, "That is all. It was just my shoes."

"Did you like them?" he asked her as he hadn't got the chance to see what she had picked. She seemed content with what she had picked therefore he didn't continue to ask on it. As if in deep concentration he thought about something making Vivian wonder what happened.

"Is there something you have to buy?" she asked him.

"I do. Let us go to the carriage though," they walked to where their carriage had been parked and she noticed the number of people on the streets and the carriages moving had increased since the last time she had been out here. Reaching the carriage Leonard asked her to wait here for him, telling her he would be back in five minutes. She wasn't exactly happy with him wanting to keep her safe like this but her legs hurt and she wanted to sit somewhere without wanting to move right now.

As promised Leonard came back to her and they headed back to the Carmichael's mansion.

During the time of the evening, councilmen Maximillian Gibbs and another man had arrived at the door to talk to Leonard on the work. With the rain that had stopped momentarily giving way to Winter, she got to see the beautiful colours of the sky which were blue, pink, purple, orange and many more in colour from the large window she stood at. It was a breathtaking view with birds seen flying in the sky to go back to their nests and the way they chirped up in the sky. Holding the window sill, she stared into space, the window blowing softly without hurting a leaf as it passed by.

Somewhere deep down, Vivian was anxious. The feeling of the pit of emptiness she felt at the thought of how she might end up meeting her parents if they were there in the Winter's ball. Leonard had told her that almost all the pureblooded vampires were usually invited therefore it would be hard to miss them.

She shouldn't be feeling the emptiness but she felt it anyways making her queasy as she thought about it.

Her mind had always wondered if it was worth finding them. It was the practical side of her mind which often wondered on what would or could happen. It was taken that she was disowned else why would Martha stay tight-lipped all these years taking the secret to her grave? All these years passed and not once had anyone come to look for her and that was something that pained her.

Something had gone wrong with her genes and the blood that was meant to be pureblood had turned to one of a human. It was told that it was rare but no matter how rare who abandoned their own child? Had it been so shameful for them?

Sorrow filled her mind at the thought of how unwanted she was to her family.

Hearing something behind her, Vivian turned around to see no maid who had walked by as the place she stood was one of the longest corridors in the mansion. Her eyes then snapped to look at the corners of the walls were the lanterns and candles were yet to be lit to see a shadow lurking behind it.