His Majesty (Rough Royals)

by Sara Fields

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I answered, and he smiled softly.

  “Sleep well, baby girl. I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Your Majesty,” I replied quietly. For a moment, I fought back tears.

  I heard him leave the room and I sighed. I took several minutes to gather myself, allowing my heart to slow down and the pleasure that was coursing through my veins to gradually abate. I reveled in those feeling, taking every last moment to remember how his touch felt on my skin. I turned my head to the side, seeing that it was shortly after midnight now. I sighed, knowing that I had to decide what to do next.

  I stared up at the ceiling. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to my old life. I wasn’t ready to accept my life in the mountains. I wasn’t ready to be queen.

  It was time to move on.

  I climbed out of bed and padded into the closet. I found a pair of dark jeans, a dark long-sleeve shirt, and a thick coat. I pulled on socks and a pair of black boots. Everything was perfectly measured to my size and I was thankful for the work his people put into finding clothes that fit me. I also found a leather bag and I shrugged it over my head so that it slung across my waist. I packed a few changes of underwear and a few additional layers in case it got cold as I made my way away from the kingdom of Santaro.

  When I was through, I tested the door handle, finding it unlocked. I slipped through the hallways, disappearing through the king’s own back entrance. I found a pantry along the way and stuffed a number of dried meats, fruits, and snacks inside the bag as well, before I finally made my way outside of the castle.

  The roads were silent, lit only by dim streetlamps that flickered in the night. They provided lights in the shadows, but not by much. I quickly slipped down the cobbled road, making my way back toward the meadow that Matteo had shown me. I was thankful for the light of the moon that gave me some brightness along the way.

  Once I made it through the wildflowers, I found a path that wasn’t well used on the other side. I walked along it, remembering how the sky had lit up with the brilliant colors of the setting sun. I traversed down the path for some time until the only thing that surrounded me was the sounds of wildlife and crickets chirping in the night.

  The stars above were peaceful and I found myself staring at them for a time. I’d never seen them so bright before.

  I walked for at least two hours into the mountains before I entered a small clearing. My eyes were turned toward the ground and I was startled by the sound of a man clearing his throat. I lifted my head and gasped with shock.

  Matteo was leaning against a rock, lit by the moon in a way that I almost thought he was a ghost. I didn’t say a word, too surprised by his presence that I couldn’t think of anything to say.

  “Did you miss me, baby girl?” he murmured. I wasn’t certain if he was angry by his tone, but I was quite anxious that he would punish me for trying to escape without telling him. He cocked his head to the side though, waiting for me to answer him.

  Instead, I just stared at him.

  “I see you found the way out of the valley,” he pressed.

  I swallowed heavily, my gaze dropping to his oversized palms. My bottom still stung from my bedtime spanking and I had a feeling I was going to feel them again before the night was over. Almost as if he knew, he picked up a stick from the ground and swung it through the air. The swishing sound was terribly loud in the silence and a nervous shiver raced down my spine. Was he going to punish me with it?

  But then, he flung it aside and I watched it drop to the ground.

  “I have to go,” I finally managed to whisper.

  “I know,” he answered. “But that doesn’t mean I will let you.”

  I tensed, raising my lip in defiance. He didn’t make a move toward me and I flicked my eyes down the path, trying to weigh my options. I could run and he’d probably catch me, but I was small and fast. I’d always enjoyed running and was quite energized now. I was pretty sure that I could outrun him.

  My escape could be successful, or it might not be. I chewed my lip, trying to decide.

  I could turn around and go back to the castle. He might join me, and he would probably punish me. There was no doubt in my mind that it would hurt too.

  I wanted to keep going.

  I started to run, and he moved more quickly than I expected. He rushed after me and grabbed the back of my neck, stopping me in my tracks and swiftly turning me back to face him. I stared into his eyes, fearful for what he was going to do to me next. I expected him to rip my clothes off and spank me for running, but that’s not what happened. Instead, he did something that I didn’t expect at all.

  He kissed me, hard.

  I tried not to respond but his lips were so persistent and so strong. His fingers spread wide against my back, pressing me against him. His warmth surrounded me, and I felt myself begin to respond.

  I kissed him back and he growled as he possessed me. His cock throbbed against my belly and I could feel myself growing wet as he claimed me for himself. His kiss consumed me, and I moaned into his mouth as his teeth grazed my lips. He bit me gently, before pulling away.

  Quickly, he turned me around and he spanked me hard. I squeaked and he gripped my shoulders, squeezing them gently before he released me.

  The loss of his touch made me feel empty.

  He sighed and I swung my head around to see him wave his arm in the air. The sound of a helicopter starting up sounded from high above, emerging from the top of a cliff I could just barely see. It landed a short distance away from us and the driver hopped out and approached the two of us.

  “Take her wherever she wants to go,” Matteo told the man and then he turned back to me. “I want you to remember something for me, baby girl. I want you to remember a code. You will be able to dial that code into any phone and it will connect you straight to me. If you’re ever in any trouble, or if you decide to return, you will dial that code and I will help you. No matter what it is,” he continued.

  I stared suspiciously in return at him, not sure why he was being so kind all of a sudden.

  “You’re not going to punish me?”

  “No, baby girl, although I should warn you, if you do call me and ask to return, I will claim your last virgin hole as mine and before I do, you’re going to show it to me,” he warned.

  I blushed heavily.

  “What is the code?” I asked, trying to push his promise from my mind.

  “011-2358. Remember that for me, baby girl,” he said softly. I reached for his fingers and brought them to my lips, kissing them softly.

  “Thank you for this,” I whispered.

  “Anything for you, baby girl,” he replied.

  He let go of me and helped me to climb into the helicopter. As it lifted up into the air, I stared down at the king and tears came to my eyes unbidden. I had no idea why I started to cry, and I didn’t try to stop the sobs from coming.

  I was saying goodbye to a life that I could have had, but the thing that hurt most of all was that I was leaving Matteo behind too.

  Chapter Ten

  Isabella De Luca

  Six weeks later

  I was lonely.

  I sighed heavily as I sipped at my coffee in the middle of the café in downtown Rome. I had decided against returning to the States because it had felt too far away from the home that I’d made here in Italy for the past several years. I tried to ignore the fact even being here felt too far away from Matteo. I had attempted to move on and get a handle on my life, even though I couldn’t stop thinking about the king in the mountains. I’d been hired as a manager at a local stock firm that oversaw a number of high-profile portfolios. I was grateful for the work because it was allowing me to gain experience in managing a team and making decisions that would affect them all.

  After I had left the king, I found that my bank account had been padded quite substantially. My landlord had insisted on moving me from my entry-level student flat to a penthouse sui
te that he managed downtown, and he hadn’t taken no for an answer. The lingerie, clothes, and jewelry that the king had bought me during my tour of his kingdom arrived, along with myriad expensive gifts and furniture once I moved into my new apartment. I couldn’t refuse them or even return them, because that would have meant that I would have had to call him back and I wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

  I took another sip of my café latte, licking the whipped cream from my lip as I contemplated the meaning of my life.

  I didn’t want to admit it, but I missed being around the king. I missed his strong, overwhelming presence and the soft way he kissed me. I’d gone on a number of dates since I had come back to Rome, but all of them felt empty and tediously dull compared to the time I had spent with Matteo. Nothing seemed to compare and that annoyed me quite a lot.

  “Hey there, beautiful,” some dude said from a nearby table. I ignored the voice for a while, pretending not to hear it. Apparently, this guy wasn’t used to being disregarded though and shortly thereafter, he was standing by my table as if he was God’s gift to mankind. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in my head.

  Fucking hell.

  “I said, hey there,” he repeated, taking the seat across from me even though he hadn’t been invited to sit with me. Oh, yeah. He was God’s gift alright.

  The slight irritation I was feeling at being disturbed from my thought amplified to a much greater annoyance. I glared at him for a long moment before I said anything at all.

  “Can I help you?” I asked with as much displeasure as I could paint in my voice. I thought it might scare him off, but it didn’t. In fact, he seemed even more interested than before.

  “I’d like to buy you another coffee,” he offered.

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I have to get back to work, so the one I have is all I need,” I answered coldly. I didn’t really have to go back to work, but I didn’t want him to know that.

  “What about dinner? Can I take you out tonight?” he pressed.

  “I have plans,” I answered, continuing to lie.

  “Come on, baby girl. Throw me a bone,” he insisted. I stiffened. He didn’t get to call me that. There was only one man in the world who could, and this dude wasn’t him.

  Bastard. I wanted to punch him square in the nose. I wanted to see him bleed.

  “Please leave,” I sneered, furious that he had the balls to refer to me that way.

  “Just a drink and we’ll see where the night takes us,” he pressured.

  “Listen, you fucking pompous prick of an asshole, I said no, and I meant it. Let me tell you what happened to the last man that wouldn’t take no for an answer from me. I kicked him out of a penthouse window thirty-five stories high, dude, so it you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave me the fuck alone,” I said, unable to keep myself from snapping.

  He stood up hastily and moved toward me, almost as if he wanted to strike me for my audaciousness, but a man at a nearby table wearing a finely pressed suit strode our way. I didn’t even flinch. The man in the suit was much bigger than the scrawny dude who wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had also known that he was there.

  “The lady would like to be left alone,” the man said loudly in the direction of the man hitting on me. I didn’t know who the man in the suit was, but he’d been following me for weeks. I could only assume that Matteo had hired a protective detail to watch over me.

  The man who had been trying to pressure me on a date finally let up, raising his hands in surrender as he backed away. I glared at his back as he scuttled off in retreat, my feelings of annoyance not fading in the slightest even though he’d finally left me alone.

  To be honest, I was annoyed with everything and everyone.

  I knew why too. I was frustrated and it was making me cranky.

  There was no one out there who could please me like the king. Not a single man out there made both my heart and my pussy throb with need like he had. I was aggravated that he had such a strong effect on me, and I was more than irritated by the fact that even with my own toys, no one could make me orgasm like he had. Or smile. Or laugh. Or even cry.

  I sipped at my coffee, feeling miserable and alone and so very unsatisfied.

  I swallowed, thinking back to the day I had woken up in his bed and hadn’t known where I was. I remembered meeting him for the first time, how he had bared me and spanked me when I protested and how he’d thrown me over the windowsill, putting me on display while he fucked me hard and put his finger in my bottom while everyone was watching.

  My body heated at the memory and my annoyance grew tenfold. Why was I like this? What was wrong with me that I wanted to be treated like that? And why did I want him to do it again?

  I was wet for him. No, that was a lie. My panties were soaked, and I could feel it as I sat there all alone in the café. Every time I thought about him, the wet spot in the seat of my underwear grew larger, and no matter how many times I brought myself to orgasm thinking about him, it never left me feeling satisfied. It was never enough. I was always left wanting and unsatisfied, craving his touch on my skin instead of my own.

  I recalled my public punishment before the court. He’d ripped my gown apart, spanked me, strapped me, and punished my most sensitive places with ginger. He’d forced me to orgasm that way. I trembled as I thought about it, craving the feeling of his thick cock between my thighs as he reminded me that I was his. My pussy tightened, remembering how it felt.

  Then there was that time in the lingerie store. Or the night before I’d left the castle for good.

  I tried to think about other things, but it was impossible. Every evening, I came to this little café and ordered a latte. For hours, I sat there alone and thought about the life I’d turned my back on. The life I’d said no to when I shouldn’t have.

  I sighed.

  I was so annoyed with myself for wanting what he offered.

  I wanted more. I’d fantasized about the things he had done to me more times than I could count, and it didn’t stop there. I’d imagined the things he could do to me, like how it would feel when his cock breached my bottom hole for the very first time.

  I stared at my phone on the table, silent and unassuming.

  The code he’d given me flashed in my mind, a promise that he’d come for me if I asked. It was the ultimate temptation that I could utilize to return to his arms once and for all.

  I pressed my forehead against the table, whining softly as I tried to fight the decision to call him. I didn’t want to be the angst-y woman who needed a man, but I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to take me as hard and roughly as he pleased because that’s what I yearned for. What I craved.

  I was a dirty girl and he knew it. Because of that, he knew exactly how to handle me, and I liked that. I needed that.

  I didn’t want to be courted. I wanted to be conquered and Matteo Giovanni Santaro was the man to do it.

  I slid my finger along the edge of the phone, fighting the urge. I told myself I wouldn’t call as I curled my fingers around it. I told myself I didn’t need him even as my fingertips grazed the buttons and I told myself it was my choice as I dialed in that fateful code that had been burned into my brain since the words left his lips.

  The phone rang and I fought the urge to end the call.

  It only rang once.

  “Did you miss me, baby girl?”

  That voice was my undoing. My pussy tightened and my nipples pebbled, hidden away by my bra and my dress.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

  “Have you been a good girl?” he asked.

  “I’ve been very naughty, Your Majesty,” I answered.

  “I’m going to have to deal with you then, won’t I, baby girl?” he replied huskily. My heart pounded in my chest and I whimpered softly.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I said softly.

  “There is a black Range Rover pulling up to the café. You will climb insid
e and it will bring you to me. You will be escorted to my chambers and there, once you are alone, you will strip and wait for me. You may bathe while you wait, but you will prepare yourself for a long night on your knees, baby girl. Do you remember what I told you when you left? Where I would take you when you finally decided to come back?”

  I shivered.

  I did remember.

  “I do remember,” I shivered.

  “Then tell me, baby girl. Where are you going to be fucked tonight?” he pressed darkly.

  “You’re going to fuck my little bottom hole, Your Majesty,” I whispered with shame.

  “That’s right, naughty girl. Tonight, that pretty little pussy and that tight little bottom are both going to be punished with my cock. I want you to think about that as you make the journey back to me. Do you understand me?” he instructed.

  “I understand, Your Majesty,” I answered.

  “Good. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, baby girl,” he said softly, his voice tender now and I felt a tremor race down my spine at the sound of it.

  “Me too,” I whispered.

  “Come home to me, baby girl.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  * * *

  The journey into the mountains was swift. I was shuttled from car to car by burly men in suits until we arrived at a small airfield where there was a waiting helicopter. The king spared no expense as he rushed me back to his castle. Once I arrived, I was escorted through the halls to the king’s rooms. The doors were closed and locked behind me and I sighed with relief as the familiar sight of his bed met my eyes.

  I quickly disrobed and tossed my clothes into a waiting basket. I thoroughly enjoyed the luxurious rain shower, taking time to ensure that I was clean-shaven and smooth for him. I massaged lotion into my skin to make sure that I felt extra soft, enjoying the scent of oranges and lemons as it swirled around me.

  When I heard the lock turn and the door open, I stiffened. Having just finished preparing myself, I stepped down out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I swallowed anxiously at the sight of his back as he shrugged off a black suit top, revealing a dark purple cotton dress shirt underneath. I watched as he loosened his tie and sucked in a breath when he pulled it free from his collar.