His Majesty (Rough Royals)

by Sara Fields

  I just wanted to go home.

  Why was I so wet then? Why did I want to bare myself? Why did I like being forced against a wall while he touched me like this?

  Fucking why?

  His hand grew more aggressive, squeezing my bottom in his fingers, and I gasped as my pussy tightened with pleasure. I found myself wondering what those thick fingers would feel like inside me and what it would be like if he made me come that way.

  He moved his hand and then he pressed his hips against mine, making me groan with desire as I felt the evidence of his own arousal against my ass. He was hard for me. Not only that, but he felt enormous, far larger than anyone I’d ever taken before. I could scarcely breathe, the fire burning inside of me flaring to life even more strongly than I thought possible.

  He held his cock against me for a moment longer, before he took me by the wrist and led me over to the bed. He propelled me forward and I was left with no choice but to follow him unless I wanted to land on my face on the freshly polished hardwood floor beneath my feet.

  With purpose, he sat down on the bed and jerked me forward hard enough that I landed over his thighs. For several seconds, I stilled, not knowing what to do. I’d never been overpowered like this in my life and I didn’t quite know how to handle it.

  He palmed my ass very slowly then, as if he was sending a message that he could touch me wherever he liked, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I pressed my hands against the bed and tried to push myself up and off of him, but he wound one arm around my hips and locked me in place.

  His fingers closed and gripped the fabric of the gown and then he started doing the unthinkable. He began to pull my dress up, slowly enough so that I was aware of exactly what he was doing. I suddenly remembered the fact that I had no panties on. He’d be able to see the entirety of my naked backside and even worse, everything between my legs. There would be no hiding the fact that I was wet for him. He’d be able to see all the evidence of my arousal that he wanted, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

  I kicked my feet against the floor. I tried to twist my hips. I attempted to push myself off of him, but nothing worked. He was far bigger and stronger than me and it quickly became clear that no matter what I did in order to try to escape, I wasn’t getting away.

  He was going to lift my dress and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  The thin fabric edged up along my thighs exceedingly slowly, making me anticipate the terrible and incredibly arousing moment when he bared me completely. I found myself wondering if he would like what he saw, if he would be put off by the wetness between my thighs, and it left me feeling decidedly off-balance and unsure.

  Raw desire pulsed deep in my core and a jolt of passion raced down my spine, causing my pussy to tighten with need.

  I didn’t want to like it, but I did. Did I like it because I didn’t have the slightest choice about it?

  The moment the fabric of my dress lifted high enough to reveal the lower curve of my backside, I gasped. The chilly air caressed my nakedness and as he pushed the gown even higher, I moaned with shame, knowing that my pussy was also bare and my thighs were wet. I tried to press my legs together, but I knew that in this position there would be no way I could hide it. He traced his finger across the backs of my thighs, and I felt myself flush with heat when those very same digits glided across the slickness that had already gathered there.

  He didn’t say anything about my arousal at that point and I was exceedingly grateful for it.

  The warmth of his palm traced against my naked bottom then and I swallowed nervously as I waited for what was to happen next.

  “Have you ever been put over a man’s knee before, baby girl?”

  “Stop calling me that,” I demanded, feeling that I should because I was a grown woman. I protested those words, but at the same time they made my pussy quiver with need. I was afraid to admit what that might mean.

  “I will call you whatever I like. You’d do best to remember that,” he warned. “Now answer the question.”

  I scoffed and he spoke again.

  “Answer, baby girl, or else you’ll learn what my belt feels like against your bare little bottom instead of what you have coming already,” he threatened, and I squeaked in surprise.

  “No. I haven’t,” I whispered hotly, having a difficult time reining in the arousal that was truly burning inside me now.

  “I take it that you’ve never been properly put in your place either, isn’t that right, little girl?” he continued. He never stopped moving those fingers across my bare skin, never letting me forget that he’d been the one to lift my dress, not even for a moment.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my legs start to tremble.

  “I asked you to take off your dress and get down on your knees. I also asked you to address me properly, and you refused to do so, am I correct?” he asked, and I felt as though I had never been so thoroughly scolded in my life.

  “That’s correct,” I answered shakily.

  “That’s what a bad little girl would do, isn’t it, baby girl?”

  I didn’t answer and his fingers squeezed hard into my bottom. I gasped at the feeling of soreness that arced through me, settling straight between my legs and pulsing right against his thigh.

  “You were a bad little girl, weren’t you?” he asked next, and I could hardly even manage to breathe at the sound of those words.

  “I... I...” I tried to answer, but I could think of nothing to say.

  “Here in my castle, bad little girls are punished. Do you have any guesses as to how that might happen?” he questioned, and his fingers lightly traced the bared flesh of my backside. I shivered and almost unconsciously, my thighs parted just the slightest bit. I had zero doubts that he’d noticed too.

  My mouth was dry again. Anxiety spiraled deep within me and I shivered hard against him. His cock pressed against my hips, still just as hard as he was before, if not even harder.

  “Tell me, baby girl, how am I going to punish you?” he pressed, and a soft whine emerged from my throat. His palm flattened against my backside and then he patted each cheek softly, a hint of what was to come, but more than anything else, a warning.

  “You’re going to spank me,” I finally managed to whisper, anxiously aroused and terrified that my words might make it come true.

  “That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to be spanked.”

  I stilled for a long moment. He couldn’t be serious. Right? Maybe I needed to plead for his mercy or reason out of this. I had a feeling it wouldn’t work, but I had to try.

  “Please don’t,” I begged. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “In my kingdom, when a bad little girl is disobedient, she is punished. I make the rules here and I ensure that they are enforced and right now, that means that this beautifully bared bottom is going to get the spanking it so richly deserves,” he explained calmly, and my pussy tightened shamefully hard.

  Once more, he ran his fingers along the lower curve of my backside, sliding alongside my wetness as a silent reminder that he knew what he was doing to me. I could feel myself blush as he explored me, and I was left with little doubt that he was very much aware of how turned on I was right now.

  His palm returned to my backside and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy his soft touch as little tingles of electric desire pulsed across my skin. My clit throbbed, wanting to feel his rough caresses there too.

  He didn’t give me that though. Instead, his palm left my ass and then it returned, smacking down hard in the center of my left cheek. He did the same to the right and I was left in a quiet state of shock at how very loud it was. It bounced off the walls and echoed noisily around me. I was terrified that anyone close by would know that my bottom had been bared and that I was now getting spanked like a naughty little girl. My pussy quivered with need at it all.

  I pulled in a heated breath and his palm collided with my nakedness once more, quite a bit harder than the first two
. I squeaked with surprise, thinking that I could handle this. He smacked my bottom a few more times and I held myself together. It hurt, but it was manageable. I could do this. I could take a spanking.

  This wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was doing silly things to my insides and I could feel my desire for more building by the second. His palm was steady and hard and far bigger than I was ready for, but I took it anyway and I could feel my pussy clenching with desire. I was so aroused, and I could feel how very wet I was becoming. I felt like I should be crying out, but I moaned, and I clamped my lips shut at how shameful that had sounded as it left my mouth.

  I couldn’t let him know how much this was affecting me and, more important than that, I couldn’t let him know how very much this was turning me on.

  All of a sudden, his strikes against my bottom got harder and more punishing. The gradual sting worsened, getting stronger until the entirety of my backside felt like it was on fire. I started to become unsure of myself. I could take the lighter strokes of his palm before, but this was so much harder, and each spank stung much more than I anticipated. I whined and tried to twist away from him, although it quickly proved to be useless. Every spank met its mark and when they moved to center on the lower curve of my bottom, the sting intensified and became that much more overwhelming.

  My cries became louder, more desperate, and the spanking grew even more painful. I squirmed my hips back and forth, anxiously trying to avoid his punishing blows. Nothing worked. It didn’t matter what I did because his hold on my hips was firm, ensuring that I was locked over his knees and helpless against his discipline. My toes pummeled against the floor and when I tried to reach back to block the spanks, he quickly grasped my wrist and pinned it against my hip. I cried out as a rather painful volley peppered against the tops of my thighs and I came to the quick realization that he wasn’t being as mean as he could have been when this first started.

  He focused solely on my thighs after that and I keened in surprise.

  Fuck. This really hurt and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop it.

  “Please! Stop!” I cried out. He didn’t listen.

  If anything, he just spanked me harder. My entire bottom felt like it was on fire and it didn’t stop there. He punished the backs of my thighs, make sure that every single inch of me was left sore and burning with pain.

  I cried out and pleaded for mercy, but the spanking didn’t stop. My breath hitched in my throat and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut because if it went on for much longer, I was going to cry, and I didn’t want him to see my tears. I really didn’t want him to see how much he was getting to me, but the more the spanking went on, the more I realized that I might not have a choice about it.

  He paused for a moment though and with relief, I pulled in a shaky breath and tried to put myself together. I hoped he was done and that he would let me up now. As if he owned me, he used his fingers to push my thighs apart and I could almost feel him staring right at my nakedness.

  “Your pretty little pussy is very, very wet, baby girl,” he observed, and I moaned with shame. His fingers dipped in between my legs and I inhaled sharply.

  “Do you think your punishment is over?” he asked, taking those incredible fingers and gliding them up and down my very wet folds. I shivered with my arousal and forgot that I wanted to get up off his lap. I arched my hips a little, trying to give him easier access to my pussy so that he could press up inside me with those thick fingers or use them to circle my needy clit. My thighs trembled with my arousal and when he suddenly took his touch away from my wet skin, I cried out with disappointment.

  “No. Please,” I begged.

  “You refused to obey your king and that warrants a strict punishment. It isn’t over. You need to learn a lesson, baby girl, and it’s going to be one that will make you blush. This spanking is only going to stop if you say one very particular phrase loud enough for everyone that has gathered outside to listen to the king put a pretty girl like you properly in her place,” he murmured, before cracking his palm down hard once and then twice across my bare bottom.

  “People are listening?” I squeaked.

  “They are. You see, the window is cracked open just the slightest bit, so my kingdom knows that a very bad little girl is getting a spanking over her king’s knee,” he explained darkly and I could feel my flush intensify as the shame of his words really hit me.

  “They’re going to hear you getting spanked, baby girl, until you scream loud enough for them to hear the words that I tell you to say. Do you know what they are?” he pressed.

  “No,” I whispered, terrified of what he might demand of me. Even now, my bottom throbbed, aching hotly from the cruel bite of his palm and from what I was gathering, it wasn’t nearly over.

  “You’re going to scream ‘fuck me, Your Majesty’ loud enough for the entire crowd to hear, baby girl. That’s the only way your spanking is going to stop,” he continued, and I trembled hot with desire.

  He couldn’t be serious. Right? He couldn’t mean that.

  “I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

  “You will. You just haven’t been punished quite enough yet,” he replied.

  Very quickly, he resumed my spanking. He slapped hard at my backside, swiftly reigniting the terrible burn with his palm, and before long my breath hitched in my throat again and I desperately tried to swallow back my cries, but it was useless. It hurt so very much, and I bit my lip, trying to force back the tears that I was scared were inevitable.

  “I won’t say it,” I cried.

  “Open your legs,” he instructed.

  I don’t know why I obeyed. My bottom was so sore that maybe I was just trying to please him with the fact that I listened, hoping that by doing so he would grant me mercy and end this incredibly thorough punishment.

  His fingers pressed between my thighs and laid flat against my wet folds. I moaned, the sound low and heavy with need.

  “I’m glad you refused, baby girl, because this pretty little bottom isn’t the only place that’s going to be spanked today,” he said, and I stilled as the meaning of his words slowly washed over me.

  Three fingers patted my pussy, threateningly soft and terrifying all the same.

  “So very wet. Do you know how much wetter you’ve gotten since your spanking began, sweet girl? Does it turn you on when your king puts you in your place?” he asked, and I bit my lip. I wasn’t going to give him the dignity of a response. Not now. Not ever.

  “Fuck you,” I finally scoffed, gathering the courage to stand up to him.

  I shouldn’t have.

  He spanked my pussy, hard. The sound echoed off the stone around me, shamefully wet, and I dug my fingers into the quilt beneath me as the terrible hot sting washed over me. It was so much sharper and more intense than his palm across my ass and I regretted insulting him as quickly as the words had left my mouth.

  A sharp strangled noise rang out around me and for a long moment, I didn’t realize that it had come from me.

  He spanked my pussy again and again, the wet sound shamefully loud. I screamed and cried as he punished me there and the tears that I had been trying so very hard to hold back finally began to fall. I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep myself under control, but it soon proved to be more than I could handle.

  Pain laced across my tender flesh, but even though it hurt so much, I knew that it was making me even wetter and that he’d be able to feel every last bit of it all over his fingers. My moist flesh stung as his punishing hand landed over and over again, until the very first tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another. And another.

  I started to sob, and he spanked my pussy harder, occasionally pausing to punish the backs of my thighs. His fingers were wet and each time he spanked, it left the rest of me wet too. He thoroughly punished all of me and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t stop him, and I slowly came to terms with the fact that t
he only way it was going to end was when I screamed the words he wanted to hear.

  I sobbed and he picked me up off his knees and deposited me on my back on his bed. He forced my knees wide and reached between my thighs, spreading the wet folds of my pussy and exposing my clit.

  He rested those punishing fingers on top of my needy bud, and I stilled.

  “Are you going to address me properly, little girl?”

  I gritted my teeth. I didn’t want to give in. I wasn’t ready for it.

  “A very thorough spanking on this little clit is going to feel very different from the one you just received on that beautiful bare bottom, baby girl,” he warned.

  He tapped his finger on my clit once and then twice and my hips rose to meet his touch. I didn’t say a word in response, and he spanked between my legs once more. Passionate agony roared through me, centering in my core and twisting hard as I experienced the truth of his words for the very first time. Using his elbows, he kept my legs open wide as he continued to thoroughly punish my poor clit. The flats of his fingers were thick and harsh and just as cruel as his palm had been, only this time it was far more intense. Concentrated pain rattled through me but at the same time, my pussy clamped down hard with need.

  “Oh, please. It hurts,” I pleaded.

  “Say the words, little girl, and your spanking will end,” he instructed.

  I keened as a few particularly hard spanks made my thighs instinctively tighten and close, trying to block this painful punishment. I couldn’t though. He was bigger and stronger, and he was going to punish me until I said what he wanted to hear.

  He’d taken control and the more he punished me, the more I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his thick length between my thighs, and I wanted to scream as I came all over him.

  No man had ever made me feel this way before. No man had ever taken me in hand this way and showed me that this deep part of myself even existed.

  I needed to come. I wanted it. Badly.