River Princess

 

Chapter 13

You Have My Attention

 

Her luck wasn't just bipolar. It was insane, expensive gift, then sexual assault from an unknown supernatural force, receiving word from Beetlejuice that the freaking Vampire Queen would stop it from happening again, impending doom from a mafia, assurance and assistance from a rich man, another fucking epic gift …

 

Something horrible was bound to happen soon.

 

She was nervous. She wanted to look casual but beautiful. She would be visiting an amazingly wealthy, relatively good looking, generous, attentive, man who often made her feel squirmy, and without her parents.

 

Lydia didn't want to look like she was trying to be sexy, though. So, she just put her hair in a low ponytail. She slipped on a lilac colored t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Simple black tennis shoes were put on her feet. Lydia did apply a small amount of powder to her face, but she used lip balm instead of any sort of lip-gloss or lipstick.

 

With her case of jewelry in the passenger seat, Lydia Deetz drove to the mansion Vlad was residing in. The sun had set when she had arrived. She picked up the case, opened it to give the jewelry one last look of pure diamond desire, and sighed. Then she snapped the case shut.

 

As she expected, a butler greeted her at the entrance. The butler then took her to a small drawing room, one of several in the home, Lydia imagined. It was well lit, with books on shelves, and a moderately sized television. She sat down on a small loveseat that was shaped like a Victorian Cameo Backed sofa, but the pattern of the fabric was a black background with big and bold rainbow roses, and the wooden frame was pure white. The walls of the room were paneled with white and gray wood, set in vertical rectangles with silvery metal leaves aligned up and down the wood. The floor had a soft white carpet. Lydia fought the urge to remove her shoes and caress the carpet with her sock clad feet.

 

The butler brought her a tray bearing refreshments, put the tray on the glass coffee table, and then left her, saying, “Mr. Dalca will be here soon.”

 

On the tray there were grapes in a bowl with no stems, apple slices, strawberry flavored Pocky snacks (unexpected but yummy), and a can of citrus flavored soda.

 

Well … why the fuck not?

 

She started playing a weird game where she would hold Pocky sticks like chopsticks and try to pick up grapes, occasionally eating some apple. After a few failures she gave up and started eating the Pocky.

 

Vlad entered the room and closed the door behind him. Lydia gave him a small wave. “Hey, thanks for the snacks.”

 

He nodded. “Mă bucur să te văd sunt fericit.” I am pleased to see you are happy.

 

Lydia blushed and looked down at her knees for a few seconds. Then she took the case in her hands. “Ei bine, cred ca vorbim Român acum, nu?” Well, I guess we're speaking Romanian now, right?

 

He sat down beside her. “Pentru mine, acest lucru este reconfortant.” For me, this is comforting.

 

Lydia really thought her face felt too hot. “Iartă-mă, te rog? Uneori nu vorbesc la fel de bine.” Forgive me, please? Sometimes I don't speak as well.

 

She knew she didn't speak as well. She knew she didn't look as well. He was so glamorous, even in this outfit of his, his simple khaki pants and plain white dress shirt, and ordinary dress shoes. In her mind, he could walk around naked and look more glamorous than her.

 

“Vocea ta mă place, Lydia,” he told her, with his head moving in closer. Your voice pleases me, Lydia.

 

“Nu este important! Ia chestia asta, bine?” Not important! Take this thing, okay?

 

He stopped that line of thinking by putting his mouth to hers and his hand on her hand. His tongue slipped in to stroke hers, and his fingers stroked her flesh. Lydia thought of fighting him off, but he tasted exactly how she wanted a man to taste. She couldn't help it. She closed her eyes and put her free arm around his back. Yes … this was wonderful ...

 

His hands stroked up and down her body; he moved one hand under her shirt and she gasped. Vlad simply looked into her eyes, a corner of his mouth quirking slyly, and persistently rubbed her nipple through her cotton bra. Lydia found breathing to be slightly laborious. Little sparks were lighting in her body every time he pinched.

 

“Te rog? Eu nu pot,” she mumbled. Please? I can't. She didn't even know why she said that, didn't know what she was saying.

 

His voice buzzed in her ear, “Vreau să te văd purtând bijuterii, și nimic altceva.” I want to see you wearing the jewelry, and nothing else.

 

Oh, for the love of all things sacrosanct … Lydia knew she couldn't say no to that. She kissed him, ran her fingers through his long hair.

 

Vlad enjoyed the kiss but pulled her off of him and slid her shirt up. Lydia assisted him gladly, and then put her thumbs under her pants and panties to pull them off. Vlad helped her do it a bit quicker. Once she was nude, her shoes and socks removed too, Vlad held her to him. Lydia thought of a child hugging a treasured stuffed animal. He even sighed and petted the back of her head with his fingers. She felt him pull her band away, so her hair could be free of the ponytail.

 

Rather discourteously Vlad shoved her, and she landed right on the couch. “What?” She looked up at him with an offended expression. He licked his teeth, and then he winked at her. Lydia snorted a laugh. Vlad reached down to her the case of jewelry, and when he straightened his back he opened it in front of her, displaying the diamonds.

 

“Girl's best friend?” he said in a questioning tone.

 

Lydia giggled at him. “Maybe.”

 

Smiling in return, Vlad bent down to put the jewelry on her, starting with the bracelets, and then the ring, then the earrings. Lydia held up her hair so he could put the necklace on her; she licked his cheek as he did so, which made him kiss her ear.

 

Vlad pulled back and stood up to admire her. Lydia felt shaky, but she enjoyed it. She was wearing no clothing at all, but was wearing sparkling luxurious baubles. One of the richest men she had ever heard of had been kissing her, and he was looking at her like she was some sort of goddess … This was some special sort of high.

 

“Hey ...” she said quietly.

 

He looked at her face.

 

Lydia gestured for him to come closer when she noticed what was poking straight out from behind Vlad's pants. “Heeey … I think you deserve some attention.” She pulled at his pants when he stepped towards her. “I've never done this before, but I'll try.”

 

As if someone lit a match in his head, Vlad's face lit up, and he seemed to be mesmerized by this new information. Lydia stuck her tongue out at him and tittered. The man didn't stop her from undoing his pants and pulling them and his underwear down just enough to expose his manhood. Lydia didn't know much about the average sizes of penises, so she couldn't confidently judge his size. She just knew she would have difficulty getting it all in her mouth. So she focused on getting as much of it as possible inside, stroking the rest with her hand. Lydia moaned and tried to suck hard.

 

Vlad's response was to grunt and hiss, putting his hands on her shoulders. He whispered, “Futu-i!” Fuck!

 

Lydia tried to massage his testicles. She didn't know any proper techniques, but he seemed to appreciate her efforts. He breathed out a few more curses and moved his hips a teeny bit. A moment passed, and then he pushed her head away. She wasn't quite sure why he did that, but when he moved her hand up and down his shaft as a demonstration, she imitated the motion. Lydia even lapped at his tip for brownie points.

 

His fingers touched her face, and he gazed down at her with a very excited and flushed face. Then he tilted his head back and Lydia felt him stiffen up. She stroked him harder, moving a bit faster, and she sucked on his head. She heard a sound from him that was almost agonizing, like he was dealing with a pain that stretched all around him. He sounded … older. She didn't really care. She was just glad to know he was whining over her attentions. Semen shot out of his cock in short bursts, and Lydia swallowed it. She had thought it would taste nasty, but it wasn't bad, salty, odd, but not bad.

 

Vlad went down to his knees and put his head on her lap. He hugged her thighs, and Lydia played with his hair. He was trying to catch his breath.

 

She was afraid to say something, but she thought she had to say something. “Vlad?”

 

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?” He kissed her skin and nuzzled her.

 

“I … I dunno.”

 

“Sometimes,” he said as if it was quite important, “you say 'dunno.' Sometimes you say 'don't know.'”

 

“Uhm … I guess it depends on something … don't know what.” She shrugged.

 

“Sometimes you say funny things.”

 

Lydia poked her necklace with a single finger, admiring the bling. “Yeah … well … yeah.”

 

Vlad gripped the seat of the couch and moved upwards to kiss her mouth again.

 

“Would you like to wear fine things every day, my Sweet One?” he questioned.

 

She moved some hair out of her face, her eyelids half closing as she looked at his face. “What do you want?”

 

“Grant me the honor of courting you, and you will have royalty wallow in envy over you.”

 

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