Chapter 6 – Insecurity And Helplessness

R.P.O.V

Walking away from Moses, with a stunned look on his face, and his mouth swollen and red from my kisses, was the hardest thing I have ever done. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, and to kiss him until his mouth was bruised, and everyone knew that he belonged to me.

I wanted to mark him in some way, showing him off. But not yet. I had to wait patiently for him. I knew that he wasn't ready for the things that I wanted and planed to do to him, but I knew that if I waited, he would be, and then, that's when the fun would begin. I grinned at the thought of Moses withering beneath me, wanting me inside of him, calling out my name.

I shuddered as the thought left me, feeling cold and hard. I wanted nothing more then to turn back around, but I knew that if I did, then everything would be lost. I would end up taking him there and then in the hallway. And wouldn't that be a sight to see.

I laughed slightly before slipping into the throne room, and putting on a mask of cold indifference. This was going to be a very long day. Especially since I was now going to be working up close and personal to Moses, everyday.

M.P.O.V

I stood there for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, thinking about the kisses, and thinking how I wanted to be with him. I knew that I had to follow him, that I had a job to do, but none of it mattered.

Ramses had kissed me. And enjoyed it. And I wanted more of it. But I didn't know how to get more kisses, more of the slight touches that made my body burn, and me crave to hold Ramses tighter.

I sighed before I finally got my wits together, and started to run towards the throne room, knowing that he would already be there, and that soon, it would be just the two of us in the same room, working in a small space, in each others' personal space.
The thought made me shiver as I neared the room, and as I walked in, I noticed that everyone else had already left, and that Ramses was waiting for me to arrive before he started. I sighed, and got ready for a hard days work.

I grunted as I straightened my back. It hurt after the hours of standing bent over the sheets of paper that were holding the plans for the building Ramses wanted… A giant statue of him.

I sighed, wishing that I could just go to bed, but Ramses motioned that he wanted me back at the table for a moment. I walked back over and started to bend when suddenly, his lips were against mine, and I was flush against his body.

I started panting, wanting nothing more the to spend the night with him before he got sick of me. But as my eyes fluttered shut, I knew that this was just a passing fancy for him, just a game before the right girl came along.

But I couldn't help it. I had to be closer to him.
So I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, and slowly sliding my hands up his back, making him moan. But before anything else could happen, he pulled away, and the feeling of insecurity and helplessness ran through me.
Before he could say anything, I pushed him away, and I ran. I knew that this was a bad idea. I knew that I was just a game. So why did I insist on making it easy for him? Why did I make it hard on myself?

I ran to the garden, knowing he wouldn't find me, tears streaming down my face.