Fifty Shades of Lemon Cakes Part 4

The next time, Cersei doesn't summon me to her chambers. Instead, she invites me to have dinner with her, Joffrey and Margaery, privately.

Naturally, Tyrion hasn't been invited and he has been sent away on some foolish errand that will take him many hours to complete.

At the same moment she is behind me, her hands roaming beneath my gown and touching me through my small clothes.

My hands slide around her waist in the hope that she'll take me against the door and finish what she started before Joffrey and Margaery arrive. but instead, she takes one of my hands in her own and leads me over to the table.

“You'll sit here next to me during dinner. After everyone else leaves...” Cersei starts kissing my neck again and her hands move beneath my small clothes once more. “You will spend the night with me.”

“Yes. I am yours,” I gasp as a sweet release quickly builds inside me and Cersei moves her hands harder and faster, “Oh by the Seven! Don't stop!”

“I don't intend to,” She murmurs into my ear and takes me as hard and fast as she can, “Not even if Margaery walks in just before you come.”

The thought of being caught like this, so wanton and unashamed, sends me over the edge with a strangled cry of Cersei's name.

Cersei quickly removes her hands from me as the door opens and the servants enter beginning to lay the table.

Joffrey and Margaery enter the room together. She clings flirtatiously to his arm and looks stunning, as always.

We exchange pleasantries and sit at the table.

One of Cersei's hands suddenly grips mine hard as we both watch, quite uncomfortably, as Joffrey and Margaery openly flirt together. I stroke her hand with my fingers comfortingly until her grip slackens and she rewards me with a warm smile.

“Sansa is a Lannister now,” Cersei looks pointedly at Joffrey, “One of us. By 

marriage. As Lady Margaery herself will soon be.”

“A great honour that both delights and pleases me your Grace.” The Tyrell girl answers with a warm smile at everyone.

“As it should.” Cersei remarks dryly and I find myself suppressing a smile.

At this, Margaery turns her attention to me and smiles. “Lady Sansa, you are glowing. Has Lord Tyrion finally done his husbandly duty by you?”

Cersei gives her a look that could curdle milk. “This is not appropriate matter for discussion while we dine.”

“I say it is,” Joffrey leans foreword with a wicked smile towards me, “Has my Uncle, the Imp, fucked you yet my lady?”

“Joffrey!” Cersei warns, one of her hands once again finding mine beneath the table but holding it gently this time, stroking my fingers gently with her own.

“Mother,” Joffrey counters viciously, “I am merely asking the lady if her tiny husband enters her bed. And her tiny entrance too.”

“That's enough!” Cersei says angrily banging her free hand upon the table and startling us all.

Joffrey continues on, not frightened at all. “Well, if he does not then I'll do it myself. Uncle can have the honourable privilege of raising the bastards I whelp with his bitch as his own.”

To my surprise, I stand and slap him with such fury that for what sounds like, countless moments, there is nothing but silence.

When the world starts again, Cersei is holding me back by my hands and Joffrey is having an extremely bloody nose attended to with a napkin by Margaery.

Cersei and Margaery exchange glances and then an extremely shocked, pale, Joffrey leaves clinging to Margaery's arm and says nothing more to either of us.

After they are gone, Cersei turns me and holds me in her arms. “I'm sorry. I've always warned you that he can be difficult.”

I sink into her embrace and tentatively reach up, running my fingers down her cheek, along the edges of her hair, into the smooth skin of her neck.

Slowly Cersei closes her eyes, leaning her face into my touch and her breath hitches in her throat. Reaching up with my other hand, I run my fingers into her hair.

I love her long, blonde, beautiful, hair.

Stepping forward, so I am pressing myself against her, I pull gently on her hair and bring her mouth down to mine. Then, I kiss her, tenderly, gently and she moans as 

her arms embrace me, pulling me to her then deepening the kiss.

Eventually, Cersei's hands find their way into my hair and she kisses me back with the same gentle tenderness.

Cersei pulls back suddenly, glaring at me and the only sound for a moment is our collective breathing ragged and harsh. My hands drop to her own as she turns away, unable to look at me.

"What are you doing to me?" She whispers confused.

"Kissing you." I answer with a warm smile.

Cersei eyes widen slightly, filled with wonder and lust. It's a heady mix. I swallow instinctively. One of her hand moves down to my behind then she pulls me sharply against her, takes one of my hands and puts it beneath her gown.

Cersei is not wearing any small clothes and my hand immediately makes contact with her wet, hot, womanhood.

By the Seven!

“This is what you do to me,” Cersei explains and I let out a shuddering breath, astonished. “I want you Sansa. And I want you now.” Her eyes glitter dangerously when she's finished speaking and she slowly inches up my gown.

My dress is now barely covering my lower body. Cersei moves so quickly that one of her hands is suddenly cupping my womanhood and I gasp as one of her fingers sinks slowly into me.

"You are mine," Cersei whispers passionately, "All mine and no one else’s." She eases her finger in and out gently as she gazes at me, her eyes burning with need.

"I am yours," I breathe as my desire, hot and heavy, surges through my body and makes my heart pound, “Forever.”

Withdrawing her finger, Cersei pushes me down onto my knees before her and pulls up her gown. “Show me then.” She urges with a wicked smile.

The sudden urge to kiss her womanhood takes me by surprise and I lean forward, placing my lips around her, kissing gently.

I let my tongue brush against her there and she tastes as sweet as honey. Its so much better then any lemon cake I've ever had.

And I want more.

So, I use my tongue to pleasure her, thrusting it gently inside her as she did to me before and I am pleased when she moans softly, her hands going into my hair, tugging gently.

Emboldened, I quicken my pace, thrusting harder, as she moans my name over and over again.

“Oh Sansa... Fuck me!” Cersei cries out as I feel her womanhood grow wetter and impossibly harder in my mouth, her eyes suddenly flying open with surprise and 

pleasure as she reaches her peak, shuddering hard with pleasure.

I keep kissing her, my lips moving up her body to find her own as she slowly falls to her knees in front of me. Then, she pulls back to look at me and smiles, her face 

glowing with happiness.

“Sansa, I...” Cersei begins but then is interrupted by servants suddenly entering through the door and starting to clear things away. They say nothing, they don't even look at us. It makes me wonder if she has been caught like this before and I have to know if she has. 

We both stand and move out onto the balcony to take the evening air. Cersei looks up at the stars and sighs contentedly. I stand at her side and as one of her hands finds mine she looks back at me, surprised.

“What is our arrangement to you?” She asks her suddenly cool gaze shattering my happy one. 

“You teaching me all the worlds pleasures.” I answer avoiding her gaze and choosing instead to focus on a shooting star as it blazes across the heavens and lights up the night sky.

“Then let me finish what I started.” She murmurs as she moves behind me and places a hand beneath my gown, roughly pushing two fingers inside me.

My hands grip the edge of the balcony tightly as my body responds to cersei's attentions with renewed pleasure and in return, she takes me hard and fast.

“Oh Cersei! I love you!” I cry out, unaware that I've spoken, as an intense release suddenly overwhelms my senses and feel her immediately stiffen behind me.

A sudden, hard, extremely brutal, pull of my hair lets me know exactly what she thinks of my feelings but then her lips find my neck, nipping it lightly then slowly dragging her tongue across the marks.

Then, Cersei simply rests her head upon my shoulder and holds me gently from behind, allowing me to lean back and relax in her embrace as we watch the night sky together.