Stealing His Princess

by Goode, Ella

  “I have to call the girls and tell them everything is okay.”

  “When we’re in the air,” he says before leading me up the stairs of the plane. “I want us in the air as quickly as possible,” he tells the pilot as we pass him.

  “It’s nice to meet you, George.” I read his name on the winged badge of his chest. Sov stops walking when I pull on his hand.

  “It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am.” He gives me a smile. “We’ve been expecting you for a few days. I hope you enjoy the accommodations we’ve made for you. Please let us know if there is anything else you need.”

  “Wheels up,” Sov reminds us all. I roll my eyes. He gives me a look that says I’m going to pay for that in the bedroom. My body fills with heat, and I let him pull me once again, not wanting the pilot to see me blushing like a schoolgirl.

  “What is the hurry? If you let me make a call now, I can make sure no one is chasing us down.”

  “They would be stupid to try,” he half growls, making it clear no one will ever rip me from his side. “That’s not the reason I’m in a hurry at all. I haven't been inside of you in two days, darling. If I wasn’t so fucking jealous over you I’d pin you down and take you right here, not caring who sees.” I was not expecting him to say that. It’s not helping my growing arousal.

  “Okay,” I agree. “Wheels up.” I don’t want anyone seeing him either.

  We sit down in two of the giant chairs, and he once again buckles me in. This plane looks more like a hotel suite. A flight attendant tries to bring out a tray of those little cakes I enjoyed and my favorite lemonade. The pilot hadn’t been joking when he said they’d prepared for me. Sov waves them off. The only thing I’m hungry for right now is him. Everyone disappears getting ready for take-off.

  “Sov.”

  “Yes, my darling?” He reaches over and takes both of my hands into his.

  “You know I’m giving up a lot.” He starts to speak but I keep going. “Not that you’re not worth it, but you can’t demand all of my time.”

  He stares at me for a long moment. “You scare me. I know what you are giving up, and I fear you won’t choose me. I also know there is no way I could ever live without you.” All of my insides melt. “I will try to be more mindful of my demands. It is hard for me, but I want you to be happy. I promise you this.” He reaches up to touch the necklace he gave me. I haven’t taken it off since he placed it around my neck. It’s a constant reminder that I belong to him. “I think I know you better than you think I do. You’re scared too. You needed a little push. You enjoy my control in a lot of ways.”

  “I do,” I agree. I get to let go. It’s freeing in some ways. He loves me. Really loves me, and I know he will take care of me. I’ve been so pissed about him being high-handed and pushy, but I think it’s actually what I need. We really are made for each other.

  “Then you’ll wear this.” He pulls a small box out, opening it. My eyes fill with tears again when I see the giant ring. It matches my necklace.

  “Did you already have this when you gave me the necklace?” I hold my hand out, and he slips the ring on to my finger. Of course it’s a perfect fit.

  “Yes.” He reaches into his shirt, pulling out a necklace with a small key on it. “This unlocks the necklace.”

  “What! I can’t take it off?” I never tried, but I had no idea that it was actually locked around my neck. Still I make no move to test it.

  “It lets me know where you are.” My mouth falls open. “I’m a powerful man, darling. You are precious and the most valuable thing to me. I want to keep you safe.”

  “Then you’re getting a tracker somewhere on your body too,” I huff.

  “If it pleases you,” he says easily. I unclick my seat belt and crawl into his lap. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

  “You please me greatly.” His fingers dig into my ass as I press myself into his cock. He doesn't care about my past or where I came from. It’s me he loves. He’s more than proven that. I have a past, as does he. It’s shaped part of who he is as I’m sure mine’s done the same.

  “I’m about to please you more.”

  “I do miss sitting upon my throne,” I tease. I’m so caught up in the moment I must miss them saying we can now move around. Sov doesn't. He shoots to his feet with me in his arms. He moves quickly, and a moment later I’m tossed down onto a giant bed.

  “Everything off but what I’ve put on you myself.” Meaning only my necklace and engagement ring stay put.

  “Or what?” I sit up on my elbows.

  “I love you, but I will redden your ass,” he warns. I roll over, lifting my hips.

  “Okay,” I bait him. That’s all it takes. He pounces, taking what he wants: me. I take my prince right back.

  Epilogue

  Sov

  “Your Mackenzie dances beautifully,” Mother murmurs in my ear.

  My fingers curl more tightly into the wood carvings of my chair. “She should be dancing with me.”

  “She can, but you have four more gifts to receive.”

  Sometimes I hate my position. “Whoever started this elaborate birthday tradition should be shot.”

  “It was your great great grandmother, and since she’s dead, I don’t think your wishes would do much good.” Mother gestures for the next gift bearer to come forward.

  A small man leads a procession of four young men wearing black suits and black gloves carrying a huge chest balanced on poles. At their signal, he has them lower the chest to the ground.

  This better not be a person. Last year, I received two dancing maids for my birthday from a gang from Quebec. That crew did not get an invite this year. Mackenzie was furious. I haven’t seen the dancers since that day, but I believe Mackenzie shipped them off to attend a finishing school in Europe. Or she could have pitched them into the ocean. It was one of the two.

  The leader makes a small bow and gestures for one of his men to open the chest. Thankfully, no humans jump out. Instead, it is a cache of silk.

  “DeVain, your gift is welcome and remembered. Thank you for attending.”

  “It is an honor, Charmont. May I remark on how beautiful Mrs. Charmont looks tonight?”

  “You may not.”

  DeVain laughs, thinking I’ve made a joke. I stare stonily until his laughter trails off. Parker steps into the awkward silence that ensues and ushers DeVain, the gift, and his four male attendees away.

  I make it through three more gifts. One is a car, another is a horse, and the third is a handful of gems. The minute that the last gift is received, recorded, and stashed away, I leap from my seat and bound down the stairs.

  “Time for you to go bother some other woman,” I order the young man who has my wife in his arms.

  “Do you have one in mind?” the young man asks impertinently.

  “Someone your own age.” I muscle the kid to the side and sweep my wife away. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy get collared by a matron twice his age. He smiles readily and allows himself to be led off.

  “Sov, are you really treating your own son like he’s about to run off with me?” Mackenzie laughs softly.

  “We should’ve only had girls.”

  “We have two girls, and the other day you crashed our party and insisted on getting the full treatment with the rest of us,” she reminds me. “How’s the wax job feel today?”

  I resist the urge to shake my right leg—the one that got waxed before I wised up and ran off to hide in my office. “I wasn’t this smooth pre-puberty,” I admit.

  Mackenzie laughs. “Well, Prince Charming, you are still manly in my eyes.” She lays her head on my chest as we sway to the music. “And I love you dearly for sitting through the steam facial, the nail polish application, and the makeup. Peach really does bring out the blue in your eyes though.”

  “The steam facial was surprisingly relaxing. I could get into that. Not the peach eyeshadow, though.” I shudder.

  Mackenzie snuggles closer. “Tha
t’s okay. I like your no makeup look the best. The girls loved having you there. You should crash it again.”

  “Next time let’s have a cake party where we practice making different desserts.”

  “Perfect.”

  Perfect. Yes, that’s how my life is. I have a strong, handsome fifteen-year-old son who draws envious sighs from females age five to eighty-five. I have two girls who are more beautiful than the flowers in my mother’s famed garden. My parents are enjoying grandparenthood and retirement. Mackenzie’s family is far away enough that their activities, such as they are, don’t affect us. Our businesses are producing enough money to fund a small country. I could not ask for anything more, but none of it measures up to the value of having Mackenzie in my arms.

  I could live in a shack, eating canned tuna every day, washing my own clothes and fixing holes in the heels of my socks so long as I was with her. I swing her around the room in wide circles until we clear the dance floor and stop in a small, dimly lit alcove across from the live band. I press Mackenzie up against the wall and cover her with my big body.

  “Are we done dancing?” she asks, running her hands up the lapels of my suit coat.

  “Not done but changing the tempo.” I lean down and nuzzle her neck. It is bare except for a single blue diamond that rests just above the valley between her tits. I trace the line of the chain with my lips until I reach the swell of her breasts. I place a tender kiss on the top of each rosy globe and then lick along the top of her bodice. She shivers.

  “This bash is held to celebrate your birthday. Do you really think you should be spending it in this corner with your face in my chest?”

  “Yes.” I massage her tits through the expensive blue silk and wish desperately that there was nothing between my hands and her flesh.

  She pushes me lightly, creating a small space between her fine body and my hungry one. A light appears in her eyes. “If you want me, then you’ll have to catch me.”

  She darts under my arm, her skirts pulled up in her hands, and scurries down a service hall out of the view of the guests, the band, and me. On the floor, something sparkles in the low light. I bend down and see that she kicked off her shoes. No wonder she was so fast. I pick up the crystal adorned heels and tuck them into my pocket. After a word to the band leader to wind up the party, I set off after my disappearing princess.

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