58. Delilah
Chapter fifty-eight
Delilah
W alking out of Kimi’s bathroom, I did a twirl in her mirror to see how my dress looked. It was baby blue and a bit on the tighter side while my sleeves were looser. My hair held large curls in a low ponytail, and it was all accompanied by a pair of white heels with a bow and a white purse, both of which I stole from Kimi’s closet. I had a necklace as well as matching earrings, and I couldn’t forget the diamond bracelet my Prince Charming forced onto my wrist... not that I quite minded.
Kimiko sat at the edge of her bed and sighed. “There is no reason those heels look better on you than on me. And no, you can’t keep them,” she muttered, and I giggled.
“No need to flatter me, Kimi. And yes, they will be promptly returned to you soon.”
Looking at her nails, she smirked. “Judging from the white lingerie set you bought while we were at the mall today, I’d say it will be a little later than soon,” she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively, and I groaned in embarrassment as I recalled my attempt to hide it from both her and our bodyguards.
“I... just think it would be fun to wear it tonight.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, fun for Archer, maybe. Slightly uncomfortable for you, though,” she muttered, and I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her. She dodged it swiftly and looked outside of her window. “Loverboy is here. Tell him I said his windows need to be washed,” she said, eyeing his car, and I shook my head as I bid her goodbye and headed for the door.
Looking over my shoulder, I waved to Uncle Shin, who was in a heated game of mahjong with Sterling.
“Bye, Uncle Shin; bye, Sterling,” I said.
Sterling waved me away, annoyed as he seemed to be in the process of getting beat. Uncle Shin, looking as calm as ever, sent me a genuine wave as Sterling continued to concentrate.
Awww, they grow up so fast.
I exited their home to see Archer leaning against the door of his car with his eyes already on me. Once I was in arm’s reach, he pulled me in and placed a passionate kiss on my lips.
I sighed heavily. This is what I missed. Over the past few days, I’d been at home helping my father with his work and balancing my classes online. In the midst of all of that, there was something I definitely missed… I missed him.
Pulling away, Archer looked down at my attire and squeezed my waist.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Princess. Did you get all dressed up for me, hmm?” he asked, and I nodded, playing with the collar of his shirt. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you tonight,” he muttered, and I bit my lip as he placed a kiss on my neck. “I’ll probably like you even more out of this little dress than in it… but we’ll save that for later,” he muttered, and a smile came to my face as he opened the door for me.
Upon entering, I looked over at him as he sat beside me. “Kimi said your car windows look spotless.”
He rolled his eyes as he knew she said the opposite. “Tell her she needs to clean her room,” he replied, and I laughed as I laid my head on his shoulder.
Soon, we reached the restaurant, and he exited the car and held his hand out for me to take. We walked hand in hand to the door, and the hostess took us to our seats. It wasn’t crowded, but we’d definitely received a few stares.
“Hi. My name is Grant, and I’ll be your server for today. Can I get you both something to start off with?” he asked.
I did my best to look directly at the menu and not at the man, as I could feel his eyes solely on me. Looking up, I could see Archer with a slight smirk, as he could tell the waiter was also staring.
“Two glasses of water and a bottle of champagne will be fine,” Archer ordered, and the server walked away, nodding.
Grabbing Archer’s hand from across the table, I rubbed the back of it.
“Don’t be angry,” I whispered, and he laughed humorlessly.
“You look too fucking good, that’s why. Little does he know how close I was to punching him in the face.”
Continuing to rub his hand as I held back a smile, he finally relaxed after a moment or two. When the waiter returned, we placed our orders and continued talking about nothing in particular.
I found myself drifting slightly as I stared into Archer’s eyes—the ones that held so much love, admiration, care, and protectiveness—everything I could ever hope for.
And I was the one putting the brakes on things. Afraid to go all the way. Afraid to accept what he felt for me. Afraid of what would happen when we became more serious.
He never had a problem with waiting. He wanted to wait for me. He would always wait for me.
“Princess...” he said, tilting his head, and I came out of my trance.
“H-Huh?” I whispered, and he chuckled.
“What’s got you so far away? Did I bore you with my story?” he asked, and I shook my head slowly.
“I…” I began, and before I could chicken out, I just—
“I was thinking about how much I love you.”
—said it.
He paused for a moment; it felt like the longest minute of my life.
“What did you say?” he asked me in slight shock.
I took a deep breath before speaking again.
“I love you, Archer.”
He stared at me for a bit longer before grabbing my hand and putting it to his lips.
“If only you knew... how long I’ve waited to hear those words. How much in love I am with you. Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with myself or who I am without you. Delilah, I’m in love with you.”
I smiled brightly, and he slowly stood me up by the hand as he made me walk over to him while he remained in his seat. We were somewhat secluded, but that didn’t stop the blush from rising to my face.
As he faced me, he placed his hands on my waist. He made circular motions with his hands on my waist, and I bit my lip as he looked me up and down once again.
“I love you so much. I only dreamed of the things I’d do to you. To show you you’re mine,” he muttered, and my heart fluttered as my knees tightened slightly.
He slowly made me sit on his lap, which I didn’t see anything wrong with as no one was looking at us… well, that is until I realized Archer’s hand was directly on my ass, the waiter was only a few feet away, and his face was red. He seemed to be occupying himself with something, but he was clearly focused on the two of us.
“You’re so bad,” I muttered, and Archer shrugged.
“Not only do I want you to remember you’re mine, but I also need to make sure he and everyone else knows it, too.”
Soon, we had finished dinner and made our way to his penthouse. I quickly took off my dress and shoes as Archer entered the bathroom to get ready for bed. Could I be making a fool out of myself? Potentially. Would I regret it? Not entirely, but I felt we were ready for the next step.
He was always the one to initiate our fun time, so it’s only right to return the favor and dress up a little for him. His birthday is also coming up soon, so I had plenty of excuses as to why I wanted to have fun.
Taking my hair out of its ponytail, I climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle on my knees. I looked over to the mirror to see the white lingerie set... which made me look like an entirely different person. Was this a bad idea? Is this who I am? Is this who we are?
Before I could run out of the room, the bathroom door opened, and Archer walked out shirtless and in a pair of black joggers. He made his way over to me slowly, and I bit my lip as I rested my hands on the bed between my bent thighs.
“What’s the meaning of all this, Princess?” he asked as his eyes examined my body, and I gulped softly.
“I wanted to… s-surprise you,” I said softly, and he nodded as he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to him.
“Well, I’m happy with my surprise, Princess. Fucking love it at that, but—” he began, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t feel comfortable with. If you’re not ready or having doubts, I’m fine with that,” he said lovingly.
I shook my head. “I want this, and I want you, Archer. I love you,” I whispered softly, and he gulped as his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his eyes roaming over me once again.
“I love you too, Princess.”
I gasped as he kissed me passionately, and my back met the mattress. My eyes rolled back as his kisses went from the top of my neck, down my stomach to the center of my core, and like always, he went straight to work.
I moaned softly as he pushed my underwear to the side and got busy with his tongue. He was always a bit over-excited when it came to making me feel wanted and cherished.
At this rate, if he worked his magic like he normally did, I would come undone at any second. With his tongue lapping at my clit, I shuddered a breath as I could barely keep my hips still.
He grabbed my leg harshly as he went faster, and I whimpered softly as the pressure in my lower stomach began to build.
“I-I want…” I whispered, and he chuckled, having complete control over my body, mind, and soul.
“I know. Cum, baby,” he muttered, and at his mercy, I threw my head back and clutched the sheets beneath me as my body wriggled in pleasure. His hands held me still as my body shook, and he didn’t think he was done devouring me.
Letting out a moan as he finally decided to give me mercy, I looked up at him hazily as he went over to the drawer beside his bed.
Coming back over, he sat me up slowly and placed a kiss on my forehead.
“Are you sure about this, Princess?” he asked.
After coming down from my high, I nodded, placing a kiss on his lips to soothe his worries. His hand made its way to my back, and he skillfully unclasped my bra with one of his hands.
I hid my blush as he pushed me gently back down onto the bed with a look of pure lust in his eyes. He pulled my underwear down rather slowly, and after dropping his pants, I looked away out of embarrassment.
He was not by any means a boy...
He chuckled as I heard him tearing open the packet. “No need to be shy, Princess,” he whispered, and he soon was hovering over me.
I looked directly into his eyes as he placed a kiss on my lips and bit my lip softly.
“You ready, baby?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
He sat up slowly and placed his hands on my hips. Soon, he placed his tip at my entrance, and I groaned softly as he slowly pushed in.
He was going as slowly as he could, doing his best to allow me to adjust. However, my body felt confused, wanting him more than ever and pushing him away at the same time. Meanwhile, he looked strained as he seemed to be trying to control himself.
Feeling full, I whimpered as he was only halfway there. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he whispered, and I bit my lip as I looked into his strained eyes.
To ease my pain, one of his hands found my clit, and his thumb began to lightly tease me to distract me from any discomfort. And it was working a bit too well.
“More,” I whispered, and he paused for a moment.
“You want more, Princess? Hmm?” he asked mockingly, and I nodded as the pain and pleasure consumed me. He smiled sinisterly, and I pouted as I felt him pull out, but then, I yelped as he thrust his entire length into me, the pain almost consuming me.
He shushed me softly as he placed soft kisses on my neck and collarbone.
“I know, baby, I know,” he muttered as one hand wiped away the single tear that fell from my eyes and the other hand much lower as his thumb stroked my folds slowly, distracting me from the pain.
The ache was still there but slightly faint as I nodded for him to continue after some time. He slowly started to build a rhythm that wasn’t too fast or slow—placing kisses on my head, neck, and cheek as I did my best to stay coherent and not give out.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good,” he whispered in my ear, and I just about died listening to his words.
He lifted me from the bed after a moment, and my arms wrapped around his neck as I straddled his thighs.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust .
Squeezing him closer as he hit a sensitive spot, I let out a high-pitched moan as he paused for a moment. A small smile graced his lips, and before I knew it, he was lifting me up and down with his hands on my waist, hitting the same spot again and again and again.
“Your little pussy clenches each time I hit your G-spot, Princess,” he muttered by my ear as my eyes rolled back with another guttural moan.
“Archer,” I whispered, tears threatening my eyes, and he hummed.
“Let me see what it does when I fucking bruise it,” he growled, and almost immediately, he snapped his thighs against mine brutally as he used me on his cock.
Cumming instantly, I laid my head on his shoulder. He only let out a small chuckle as he placed a kiss on my cheek. My thighs attempted to tighten, but I could only cry out as Archer slapped both of them away, continuing to drive into my cunt mercilessly.
After laying me back down on the bed, in an instant, he grabbed my hair in a fist abruptly and lifted my head to look down at the two of us… connected.
“Look at how good I slide into this little pussy, hmm? It’s like you were made for me, baby.”
Okay. It’s official, he’s crazy.
I nodded, and he chuckled as he let go of my hair and started to go a bit faster and a lot harder. I moaned loudly as he hit just the right spot again, and he almost growled, “You’re mine, Princess. Everything about you belongs to me, just as I belong to you.”
I couldn’t even utter a response as my stomach started to clench.
He slapped my thigh. “No. Greedy girl… you better not fucking cum yet,” he said angrily, and I whined as I tried to push him away, to which he grabbed my arms and held them above my head, increasing his speed.
I wriggled feebly in his grip as his smile seemed to widen at my helplessness. He fucked me deeper as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling his tip hitting against my cervix.
With my arms locked above my head, I felt both exposed and alive. The pressure continued to build in the pit of my stomach, and I did my best to hold back as he continued his torture for what felt like forever.
His eyes, still holding eye contact, held the same hunger and possessiveness as they always did. Trying to distract myself from coming undone, I puckered my lips softly as my face, neck, and ears felt hot.
Giving into my silent request, he placed a hungry kiss on my lips and muttered the words I’d been dying to hear: “Cum with me, baby.”
My legs shook as he sat up, holding my waist still as he used my hips to pump himself dry. Throwing my head back into the sheets, I moaned as I came undone, loving how easily he could use my body to pleasure himself.
The condom went warm but he didn’t seem fazed as he pushed his cock all the way into me before pulling out. Pulling off the condom, he laid it on my stomach before jerking his cock to the sight of me.
My face heated up as more drops of his cum landed on my skin as the condom dripped over my stomach too.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he muttered, and I hummed as his thumb picked up the cum at the tip of his cock before he placed it into my mouth. I sucked on it softly as he smeared the tip of his cock against my clit.
So much for a condom…
My legs continued to shake slightly as he rubbed my thigh soothingly.
Eventually, he sat me up with my eyes still hazy and carried me to the bathroom.
“Happy birthday...” I whispered as I fell in and out of it while he helped me clean up.
He furrowed his eyebrows as he put one of his t-shirts over my head. “Princess... my birthday isn’t for another three weeks… and yours for even more.”
I ignored him as I laid my head on his shoulder, and he carried me over to the bed. My head hit the pillow, and I was close to being lights out.
I heard him let out a chuckle as he climbed in as well, and I felt a small kiss on my head.
“I love you so much, Princess,” I heard him whisper as I opened my eyes slightly to see him wrapping his arms around my waist.
Still on a high, I ignored my phone that buzzed across the room as my eyelids fluttered closed again. Consequently, I didn’t see the message I’d received from my father, who informed me he needed to speak with me. And nothing… could prepare us for what was to happen the next day.