His Majesty (Rough Royals)

by Sara Fields

  He didn’t turn toward me yet, even though I was sure that he knew I was there.

  “Bend over the bed,” he instructed.

  My heart pounded in my chest. I had done as he asked. I’d thought about his cock in both of my holes and I shivered. Even though I’d showered, I was still soaking wet with liquid heat between my legs. I could feel it caressing my inner thighs and I knew that he would be able to see it once I obeyed his demands.

  My body was already on fire and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

  I walked slowly to the bed, completely naked and utterly exposed. When I reached the bed, I carefully bent over it and spread my legs, putting myself on display for him. I couldn’t see if he’d turned to see yet, but when he growled low in appreciation, I knew that he had. I heard his footfalls against the hardwood beneath his feet. He was close. I could feel it.

  His fingertips brushed against the back of my left thigh and the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding rushed out of my lungs. They traced along my flesh, dipping between my thighs and discovering my shameful secret.

  “You are soaked for me, baby girl. Does it turn you on that, in a little while, both this pretty little pussy and your virgin bottom hole are going to be sore?” he threatened gently, and my pussy clenched down tight with both anxiety and arousal.

  His palm crashed against my upturned backside and I squeaked in surprise. He spanked me hard, and I found myself squirming to avoid his harsh blows. His other hand pressed down against my lower back, holding me in place and making me take every painful spank.

  I had forgotten how much just his palm hurt and struggled to take it, but I did because this was what he wanted and what I needed. It felt so intimate for him to punish me this way, completely naked and on display for him like this. He could see how my bottom jiggled each time he spanked it and he could see my pussy moisten with arousal the more this went on. I cried out as he punished my thighs, each spank stinging sharper than the last. I moaned with pain, but still the spanking continued.

  It was a reminder that he could spank me as long as he wanted to. He was king and he had more power than I could ever dream of. He was fair and kind and he’d given me the option to walk away from it all. He’d offered me my freedom and I’d turned my back on it to return to him, to come back to this.

  The spanking paused for a moment as he explored the wetness that was dripping from my pussy. His fingers slid along it with ease, and I hummed with shame.

  “Just as I thought. You needed a reminder that you’re mine, didn’t you, baby girl?” he murmured. Then he used his foot to spread my legs even wider before his palm returned to my pussy. “Let us continue that reminder so you never forget it.”

  His fingers cracked against my pussy without warning, spanking me there hard too. The sound was embarrassingly wet, and I felt myself blushing hard in response. I bit my lip and tried to keep myself quiet, even though I knew it was only a measure in futility. He spanked me there three more times before the first cry of pain escaped my lips. That didn’t stop him. In fact, his palm slapped my most sensitive place over and over again until I thought I was going to cry. He pushed me right to that edge and then he pulled back, allowing me to collect myself and catch my breath.

  “You are so very beautiful with a bright red bottom and a bright pink little pussy,” he observed, and I blushed with shame. His slid his fingertips along my wet and tender folds and I groaned, his soft touch making the sting from his palm surge forth with intensity.

  “Does it hurt, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whimpered.

  “Good. It’s supposed to,” he answered, and my nipples pebbled painfully hard. I pressed my chest down on the bed hoping to find some relief, but I found nothing.

  “Now, I want you to spread your bottom for me. Show me that tight little virgin hole that’s going to lose its innocence tonight on my cock,” he demanded, and I quaked with shame. My bottom and my pussy already pulsed from the sting of his palm, and I knew that if I didn’t do as he asked, he would continue to punish my most sensitive places until I obeyed.

  Hesitantly, I reached back and slid my fingers along my heated flesh. I could feel the burn from my spanking, and it made my breath catch in my throat. I shivered, tentatively gripping the flesh of my bottom. I stayed there like that for a moment before I found the courage to begin opening myself for him. I spread my cheeks and exposed myself in the filthiest way I could imagine. I showed him my bottom hole.

  I lay there, bent over the bed, on display for him. I waited for what would come next and when a single finger brushed against the cleft of my bottom, I sucked in a nervous breath.

  “Such a good girl. You’re so wet that I won’t even need lube to take this little bottom hole with my fingers,” he murmured. Those digits slid along my wet folds and he gently pressed them inside me while he gathered my wetness along his skin.

  I hadn’t taken anything in my bottom since I had last seen him. My plugs had remained here at the castle and I hadn’t been brave enough to purchase any myself. I didn’t have much time to think about the fact that I was nervous to take him there, because he dragged that same finger up toward my bottom hole and pressed the tip urgently against my tight rim.

  He gave me no choice but to take it. My body was his to do with as he pleased and that turned me on. It was one of the many reasons why I had come back.

  I keened with pain as he pushed inside me with one finger first. It was slick with my wetness and despite my reluctance, slid into me without any pushback. It hurt and I expected it to, but he was rough in his entry, which hurt just a little more than I anticipated. I moaned as the ache ricocheted up and down my spine and I dug my fingers into my bottom as I struggled to take it. He pumped that single digit in and out of me and gradually, it began to feel less painful and more pleasurable.

  After that though, he added a second finger and the pain started all over again. I whimpered as his thick knuckles claimed me in such a shameful fashion, feeling myself flush with both mortification and arousal. My pussy tightened with need and I could feel myself growing wetter. He claimed my bottom with those two fingers, ensuring that he wasn’t gentle in the slightest as he did so. I whimpered and he took me even more roughly. My entire core twisted hard with arousal at his harshness.

  He twisted his fingers and the burning, pinching ache returned hard. I tried to squirm away, but his grip on my hip held me firmly in place. Then his fingers pulled out of my bottom, and the tip of a warm metal plug slid along my wet folds.

  “This plug is larger than the ones you’ve taken for me before, baby girl. It’s going to hurt, but it’s going to prepare you to take my cock in just a little while,” he warned, and I whimpered quietly as he coated it with my arousal. He pumped it inside my pussy, and it slid in easily with how wet I was. He covered it thoroughly and then pushed it against my reluctant hole.

  I trembled nervously. Slowly, the toy breached my bottom. It spread me wider and wider, and I came to the realization that I didn’t quite know how large it would spread me before it sat fully inside me. The more he pushed it into me, the more nervous I became. It felt good at first, because he had prepared me with two of his thick fingers. Then the bulbous sphere got larger and I whimpered as I took it, feeling my thighs tremble as I grappled with the increasing burning pain of the plug. I released my bottom and returned my hands to the bed, grasping the sheets as I took every painful inch of that larger plug.

  In one quick motion, Matteo forced the rest of the plug inside me and a sharp burst of pain raced up and down my spine. I cried out and my entire body tightened as I struggled to take it, but a few moments later, it gradually dulled until it became a more manageable ache. My fingers turned white as they gripped the blankets and when I forced myself to relax them, the pain abated even further.

  “Did that hurt, baby girl?” he asked.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I moaned.

  I heard the jingle of his belt and I arched b
ack, presenting my freshly plugged bottom and my pussy.

  “Simply beautiful. You’re still pink from my hand, baby girl, and so very wet for me,” he murmured, and I shivered with delight.

  He gave me no warning at all before he slammed the entire length of his cock into my pussy. Full of the oversized plug and his cock, I keened with my body’s reluctance to take him and I moaned as the surge of agony washed over me. I was so wet that his entry had been easy, but still my pussy struggled to take both his massive length and girth. He was so big.

  Every thick ridge burned as he took me, and my core clenched down hard with pain and pleasure at once. I lost myself in the sensation of his cock entering my body. I felt so full and it was overwhelming at first, but then he started to move.

  My skin burned with electricity, every nerve in my both igniting with sensation as he used me as hard and roughly as he pleased. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, brushing against my cervix with every thrust. I wanted to drown in the pleasure he gave me. Most of all, I wanted to come all over his cock.

  I hoped he would allow me. My pussy ached from his palm and my backside was still very sore, but that didn’t mean he was gentle with me. His thrusts smacked his pelvis against my pussy, punishing my flesh while at the same time giving me exactly what I needed. I moaned and my clit throbbed. I ached to touch myself. I wanted to come so very badly, and I hoped that he would let me.

  “You’ve come back to me, baby girl. You know what this means, don’t you?” he growled, thrusting hard with every word. I groaned with my pleasure and shivered as my entire body squeezed hard all around him.

  “No, Your Majesty,” I finally managed to whisper. I was holding onto the sheets, trying to keep myself together until he gave me permission to fall apart. I didn’t know if I could, but I knew he would punish me if I did.

  “It means you’re mine, baby girl. Now that you’ve returned, I’m never going to let you go. This beautiful little body is mine to use how I please, isn’t it?” he continued.

  My entire body started to pulse with energy, my release just beyond reach. I could feel it edging closer and closer and I knew it was going to be hard.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered. “Please.”

  “Please what, baby girl?”

  “Please. Please give me permission to come,” I begged.

  He slammed into my pussy with such punishing thrusts that it lurched me forward again and again as he forced me to take every last inch. I screamed. I moaned and I never stopped begging.

  “Tonight, baby girl, you’re going to come with me deep in your little ass. You are not allowed to orgasm until you’ve taken my entire cock in your tight virgin hole. Only then will you be given permission to come for me. Do you understand me?” he demanded.

  I keened with disappointment and arousal and excited anticipation. He didn’t care. Instead, he pushed his cock all the way inside me and gripped the stem of the plug with two fingers. Purposefully, he pumped the toy in and out, warming up my tight rim to take him. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt unbelievably good and I found myself moving in tune to his thrusts. I rode his cock, pushing my hips on and off of his while he played with the plug in my tight little hole.

  Without warning, he pulled the plug free from my bottom and I keened at the unexpected surge of pain. Something warm and wet splashed onto my tight rim and then he worked it inside me. I slowly realized that he’d lubed me in preparation for his cock.

  When he pressed the heated head of his cock against my bottom hole, I stilled nervously. The plug had been big, but still he was bigger. I didn’t know if I could take him or if it would even fit. His initial thrust was gentle and even though I was reluctant to take him, I had already been partially stretched by his fingers and the plug. His cockhead stretched me wide and my bottom fought back against him, igniting with a fiery burning ache that I couldn’t stop.

  I squeezed back around him and the pain intensified, before I forced my body to calm. For the next several moments, I struggled as he pushed into me, my body reluctant and extremely hesitant to take him where he wasn’t meant to be taken. His advance was slow, and the resulting burning pain was intense, but when his hips pushed up against my bottom, he stopped. He was fully inside me now.

  His cock was in my ass. He was going to fuck the place where dirty little girls got fucked.

  And I liked it.

  I liked it a lot.

  And then he started to move. My pussy was sore from being so roughly used and my bottom hole ached as his cock stretched me so very wide.

  “Touch yourself for me, baby girl. You’re going to come for me with my cock deep in your bottom hole,” he directed.

  I shivered with need. Tentatively, I balanced myself on one arm and reached between my legs with the other, feeling my entire body shudder around him.

  He started to thrust into me, and I circled my clit, feeling my orgasm edge back, closer and closer until it was the only thing I could focus on. My pain faded, twisting with pleasure and I couldn’t tell one sensation from the other, but it no longer mattered. The only thing I had to do was feel as he used me, and I moaned with need as my thighs trembled.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Come hard for me,” he demanded.

  Almost on command, my body began to shake, and a desperate whine escaped my throat. He gripped my hips roughly with his fingers and I hoped that they would leave a mark. His cock punished my bottom hole, leaving me in no doubt that I would be sore for some time to come.

  My own fingertips swirled around my clit and then, I fell apart.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as exquisite ecstasy tore through my body, rendering me speechless and quivering with the intensity. I moaned loudly, arching back as the king began to fuck my bottom far more roughly than before. It hurt, but it also felt incredible and a second orgasm ripped through me just as hard as the first.

  My body quaked hard and he leaned over me, lifting me off the bed by snaking a palm around my throat. I choked for a moment before I leaned into him, allowing him to control just how much air I could pull into my lungs. The power of his thrusts never let up, nor did my fingers on my clit.

  When I came for a third time, my body clutched greedily around him like a vise. He fucked me hard and fast as I quivered with pleasure, squeezing his thick length hard with my bottom hole.

  I came hard again and again as he fucked me in my most shameful place. I lost myself completely, consumed by fiery pleasure and burning pain all at once.

  Agony. And endless bliss.

  I came as many times as he demanded, never stopping until he gave me permission.

  “You’re going to come one last time, baby girl. You’re going to come as I mark this final hole as mine,” he commanded.

  I shivered.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

  My skin was feverishly hot. My nipples ached and when he gripped one of them with his fingers, I keened as a burst of pain blossomed across my breast. When he released it, he growled possessively, and I felt his cock throb hot in my bottom.

  I tightened all around him, feeling my own orgasm burst forth at the same time his did. His seed spurted deep inside my bottom, hot and filthy as he marked me. I shuddered with my orgasm, milking him with my tight rim as I took everything he gave me.

  I screamed his name as he growled mine and we fell apart together.

  When my orgasm finally faded, his arms wound around me, holding me tight against his chest.

  “I’ve decided something, baby girl,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my throat.

  “What’s that?” I replied quietly, my voice hardly audible.

  “You’re going to marry me. I’m going to make you my queen,” he said firmly.

  I smiled and my heart pounded in my chest. I’d made my decision the moment I picked up the phone to dial that code. I swallowed, burrowing even more deeply into his arms.

  His cock was still inside me. Possessing
me.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered.

  The End

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