ROYAL WEDDING (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)

by Bella Grant

  “I know. I’m sorry.” She nodded, not looking at him.

  He threaded his hand through her arms and led her to the couch. Pushing gently on her back, he guided her over the arm. He felt her tremble and ran his hand soothingly down her back. “These will be harder, and I don’t want you to fall,” he explained in a flat tone. “Hold your hands in front of you, and do not reach back. If you reach back again, I’ll have to tie your hands… And as much as I want to see you in my ropes, I’m not ready for that with you yet.” If he saw his ropes wrapped around her silken flesh, tying her down, pinning her where he wanted her, he would completely embarrass himself and come in his pants.

  “Okay.” Her voice sounded heavy.

  “You’re doing really well, Victoria. Remember to ask for mercy if you need it.” He leaned his hips against the couch, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Ready?”

  “No… Yes… I don’t know.” A little laugh left her mouth, and his heart lightened. He did not want her afraid. He would only give her a few hard slaps to her thighs because he had promised punishment if she moved. And if nothing else, he was consistent, and he needed her to understand that about him.

  With no more preamble, he brought the flat of his hand down hard on her right thigh, then the left, and back to the right. She wiggled and squealed, but she kept her hands where they were supposed to be. She did kick out her leg once, but he delivered a hard slap to the back of her knee with the promise of more if she repeated the action.

  “Please! I’ll hold still! I’ll hold still!” she promised as the last spank fell on her right thigh. Looking down at his handiwork, he smiled to himself. Her entire ass and her thighs were a glowing, dark pink. One of his favorite sights—a woman bent over with a red ass laid out before him, and she was all his. At least for the next week.

  “You did beautifully, Victoria.” He could feel the heat of her skin under his hand as he continued to stroke the tender areas. “Open your legs for me.” He tapped her inner thigh. She walked her feet apart, giving him a generous view of her pussy. It glistened from her arousal, and he could smell her need. His hands moved between her legs, sliding between her wet folds up to her clit and back to her entrance. Again, her back arched and she searched for him.

  “If this had been a true punishment, I wouldn’t be touching you like this,” he explained, continuing his administrations and watching her struggle with herself at accepting his touch. “If this were a real punishment, you’d be sent to the corner to kneel and think about your behavior before I put you straight to bed.” His words, all true, increased the moisture between her legs as he continued describing the reality of what being his woman would be like. “You wouldn’t be allowed to touch your pussy, either. But this wasn’t a real punishment. This was a chastisement for breaking position. I need you to understand the difference, because I’m going to give you pleasure now, and I don’t want you to be confused should you earn a real punishment later.”

  She nodded, but he could see she was past the point of true comprehension. They would have to discuss it later. For now, his girl wanted her reward, and he really wanted to give it to her.

  VICTORIA

  Her ass was on fire. Every stroke he gave her with his hand made her flesh burn more and more, but it also made her pussy clench and weep for his touch. After taking a hard spanking to her thighs, she was near tears, near to running to the corner of the room, but she hadn’t. And now… Now he had his fingers on her, playing with her, driving her even closer to the orgasm she had wanted since walking into the club.

  She dug her fingers into the leather of the couch as his fingers strummed her clit. “Oh God.” She groaned when he pressed harder. She arched her back, trying to get his fingers inside her. Didn’t he know how much she needed him?

  Toying with her, he rimmed her aching entrance. She wanted to slap her hand against the couch and demand he thrust his fingers or his cock into her, but she refrained. When had she began thinking so crudely? Probably since she’d seen him the first time at that wedding, looking so in control, so composed… And he’d mentioned spanking. Even in the most casual way, the topic, coming from his lips, had turned her on, and now she’d finally experienced it.

  “Fuck,” she heard him murmur behind her, and she grinned. As he shifted his position, she felt his erection press against her hip. So hard. She slipped her hand behind her, feeling for him. Once she found his pants, she moved even more until her hand coiled around his cock through the fabric of his pants. “Fuuuck.” He groaned. “Who said you could move your hand?” He gave her a quick pop on her ass, but it lacked any real heat.

  “You didn’t say I couldn’t,” she reminded him and gripped his cock as she stroked him slowly up and down. Her hands never reached the tip of his dick, but she could feel the thickness of it.

  “Victoria.” One hand snaked into her hair, yanking her head back until she looked more toward the ceiling. Her hand dropped from his cock as she steadied herself over the arm of the couch. Two fingers thrust inside her, and she cried out from the relief of it. “Ah, is that what you wanted?” He pumped his fingers into her, fucking her fast with his hand.

  Her breath had left her. The only response she could give was a muffled sound that really made no sense at all. She spread her legs further, arching her ass toward him as a third finger slid in to join the others. His hand held her hair tightly, making her scalp burn from it, but she didn’t care. It all mingled together.

  “Do you think you can come like this? Over the couch like this with your ass red and my fingers fucking you? Do you have any idea how beautiful this looks?” He intensified his thrusts.

  “Please. Raphael, please. Fuck me.” She managed to get the words out but couldn’t turn to look at him. He released her hair but she remained in position—so close to getting what she wanted, and she wasn’t tempted to ruin it.

  She heard his zipper, heard the buckle of his belt being undone, and she trembled with anticipation. A foil packet tore open, and she snuck a quick peek over her shoulder to watch him. He had removed his shirt and his pants. Every muscle in his body was on display for her.

  His broad shoulders led to his well-defined chest, and his strong abdominal muscles made her want to run her tongue over them. But when she let her gaze drop to his hand stroking his long, thick cock, she let out a small whimper that turned into a groan as he rolled the condom down the lengthy shaft.

  “Enjoy that show did you, my little Victoria?” He grinned at her. He’d seen her gawking. A new blush covered her face, and she turned forward again. “Don’t be shy. I know you want it in your pussy. Isn’t that right?”

  She bit her lip, trying not to beg him to please fuck her that moment. No more teasing or touching, just fuck her. The man had turned her into a hungry vixen, but she needed to remain poised, to not act like such a needy woman.

  But he knew her better than that. He stepped behind her, rubbing the head of his cock along her wet slit and pressing against her entrance—not enough to enter her, but enough to flame the burning fires. His fingers sunk into her hair again, pulling her up toward him until he was able to reach her lips. His kiss was demanding, passionate, sucking the air out of her body.

  When he released her lips, he thrust his cock into her hard. She yelped at the sudden sensation of being completely filled. He didn’t move but held her close to him, letting her body adjust to his size. She could feel herself stretching around his hardness, and after a few moments, she tried to move. “Not yet.” He pinched her hip.

  “Raphael, please,” she whispered.

  A tug of her hair was his response. “Not yet.” His voice sounded strained, forced. Could he want her as much as she wanted him? “Fuck, your ass is still warm.” She couldn’t see him, but she imagined the self-satisfied grin on his lips as he spoke.

  His hand reached beneath her, wiggling between her body and the couch until his fingers found her clit. Taking it between his thumb and forefinger, he began to pull and roll
it, making the urge to move and fuck his cock even greater.

  “I can’t hold still anymore,” she cried out.

  “Ask me sweetly, Victoria. Ask me to please fuck your little pussy.” His words were dirty, crude, and turned her on even more.

  “Please, Raphael, please fuck…” She swallowed. “Please fuck my pussy.” No sooner did she say the words than he pulled nearly all the way out of her, only to slam back in. She lurched forward from the force of his thrust but braced herself for another.

  Gone was the gentle, proper prince who had knocked on her door a few short hours ago. In his place was a strong, demanding man, driving his hard cock into her body again and again, more forceful with each stroke.

  His words flew out at a rapid speed and in his native tongue. Although she couldn’t understand them, she picked up the gist as his fingers dug deeper into her hips and his strokes became harder and faster. He was as close to exploding as she was.

  Skilled fingers played with her clit, rolling it and patting it with just the right force, driving her to the very edge. There would be no more waiting. She arched her back, pushing herself off the couch as her orgasm surged through her. His hands yanked on her hair, pulling her even closer to him so he could kiss her cheek through the hard waves hitting her. Not caring who heard, she screamed with her release, pushing her ass toward him and taking his cock even further into her body.

  He wasn’t far behind. Letting go of her hair, he gripped her hips with both hands, pushing and pulling her body to match his forceful strokes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. The tender spots on her ass weren’t on her mind as he continued to fuck her hard, driving her right into a second orgasm. As she cried out with her new release, he stilled behind her, grunting and cursing low. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and for a brief moment, regretted the condom, needing to feel his cum splash inside her.

  Victoria took large breaths, feeling the weight of the air push against her lungs as she inhaled. Raphael rested his forehead on her back, his hands still holding her hips, though more gently, and his cock still inside of her. A small drop of sweat rolled down her face and dripped onto the couch.

  He kissed her back, small little pecks that trailed down her spine as he pulled away from her. “Stay here, Victoria.” He patted her ass and moved away from her, leaving the cool chill of the room to brush against her hot skin.

  It wasn’t her first sexual experience, and not by far her first orgasm, but she could not remember ever having come so hard before. And twice! She laid her head against the couch, still trying to catch her breath. Every touch of his fingers, his cock, his lips made her body jump with electricity. He could have made her come just by his stare, he held so much control over her body. How had that happened?

  A cool cloth pressed against her pussy and she jumped slightly. “It’s just me.” He chuckled, dragging the wet cloth along her folds. When he was done cleaning her, he helped her to her feet, pulling her body against his own.

  They stood skin to skin, his arms wrapped around her body as he placed warm kisses on her forehead. “Are you all right, Victoria? I had planned our first time to be a bit gentler than that.”

  She pulled back to look up at him with a grin. “I’m perfect.” Running her hand along his jaw, she reached up on tiptoe to place her own kiss to his face. “More than perfect,” she whispered, tucking her head beneath his chin again.

  His hands roamed downward, settling on her still tender backside. “Your ass is still warm. How does it feel?”

  “Fine.” She snuggled in deeper. One topic she didn’t want to delve into was the tenderness of her spanked bottom. He had spanked her! And not only that, she had loved every second of it. The gentle way he led her from soft spanks to the harsh slaps made her more positive she was safe in his hands.

  Having read hundreds of spanking novels, she thought she’d be prepared for the real thing. She couldn’t have been more wrong. The physical sensation of the pain morphing into warm pleasure caught her a little off-guard, but the way her mind melted into a haze of blissful beauty really surprised her.

  He pushed her away from him, holding her shoulders and looking down at her with a stern expression in his eyes. “I need to know how you feel, Victoria. After we play, I need you to be honest. Can you do that for me?”

  “I don’t really want to talk about my backside. Can’t you just accept that I feel good?”

  “Does it hurt? Are you tender?” He gave her a harder pat to her ass, and she winced slightly.

  “Yes, I’m tender. Let’s change the subject.”

  “Do you want to earn a punishment so quickly?” His eyes narrowed at her.

  She let out a heavy sigh. “Of course not. I’m sorry. I’m just… well… I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. It’s all just very new to me.”

  He wiped the hair from her face, kissing her forehead before continuing. “Which is exactly why you have to be honest with me. I went a little rougher than I planned, because you seemed to take it so well, but I need to know if it was too hard.”

  She groaned. “For the love of—” She took a deep breath and reminded herself he was trying to take care of her. He was looking out for her safety, and she should be grateful. “I’m a bit sore, but it wasn’t too much.” She looked away when heat rushed into her cheeks. “I probably could have taken a bit more.”

  His chest vibrated with his laugh as he pulled her close to him again. “Thank you. And your thighs?”

  “They aren’t as sore as my ass, but I didn’t like that part.”

  “You weren’t supposed to.” She could visualize his evil grin as he spoke and pinched his side for it. He laughed harder. “Hey, you were warned, and you moved anyway. But you did take the light punishment well.”

  “Light?” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “That was light?” Her thighs burned still—not as bad as her ass, she hadn’t lied about that—but the spanking on them had been the hardest to take.

  “That was extremely light. I explained to you, and I meant it, that a real punishment will be much harsher. You won’t have any orgasms afterward.”

  She wrinkled her brow, suddenly wanting her clothes. He let his hands drop to his sides as she processed what he said. “So this week, if we do what you suggested, I would have to take a punishment like that if you say so?”

  “If you earn one, but I really hope you don’t. They aren’t fun for me either.”

  “But all of the other times… will be like this?” She pointed to the arm of the couch she had been bent over.

  “Yes, for the most part.”

  “Okay then.”

  He laughed and hugged her. “Let’s get you dressed and home. You need to pack a few things before I take you to my hotel.”

  “I thought we could stay at my apartment.”

  “I changed my mind. I managed to get by without my security tonight, but I can’t do that all week. The hotel will be easier.”

  She eyed him as he brought her clothes to her and began dressing her. When she tried to do it on her own, he slapped her hands away and gave her a firm look that told her to stop getting in his way.

  One week. What would be the harm in living in her fantasy world for one week? As long as she remembered it was only for the week. She wouldn’t be going back to his paradise island. She couldn’t be his princess. Things like that didn’t happen to ordinary girls like her. They just didn’t.

  RAPHAEL

  Being back in New York presented Raphael with the opportunity to get his next charitable function underway as well as show Victoria what being his wife would be like. He knew she was surprised by his intentions. The incredulous look she’d given him when he announced what he wanted from her told him as much. But he couldn’t deny how naturally she responded to him at the club.

  Going to Raven’s Nest had been a knee-jerk decision. He wanted to introduce his kinks and lifestyle to her slowly, not throw her in head first, but she
looked so tense, so wound up with stress, that he had wanted to remove her from the places that brought her that stress. Stanley accommodated his request easily when he called him—after a few minutes of jabs at him for caving so easily into bringing his girl to the club.

  Stanley’s lifestyle was much more rigid, loaded with protocols and rituals that made him and his submissive happy and fulfilled but which didn’t work for Raphael. The morning after leaving the club, Stanley had called him to give a little more ribbing and see how the evening had gone. Raphael left out the actual details, only giving him short answers that the relationship was progressing just fine. When he asked Stanley about his girl from the night before, his voice dropped and he’d changed the subject. Perhaps he’d bitten off more than he could chew with his novice.

  Victoria moved into his hotel room with only a single full suitcase of clothing and another bag with her planning books and her laptop. She brought more of her office than she had her personal belongings.

  The presidential suite of the Four Seasons had plenty of room for him to have a space for his work and for her to as well although she insisted on going into the office every morning. She refused to change her work habits at such a crucial time in her company. The more she told him about the accounts she’d lost, the more concerned he had grown over the situation.

  From what she told him, there had been no negligence on her part. Even accounts that had just recently booked with her had cried off before she’d had the first meeting with the clients. What concerned him the most, and the situation he was dealing with at the moment, was Bernardo. The man didn’t take no for an answer.

  “Thank you for stopping by, Bernardo, but as I said. I’m not available for lunch, or dinner. I’m involved with someone, and it just wouldn’t be right.”