by Sophie Starr
“Your eyes stay on mine.”
I nodded, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes. His finger slid in and out, but the pace was off. He was purposely not letting me get the build up I desired. His thumb rubbed my nub. I started to move with him. He stopped. “I don't think that is your niche.”
I nodded. “It is, Sire.”
He chuckled. “No. It’s not.” He lowered his face and flicked my nub once with his tongue, “All women like this.” I swallowed hard but he shook his head. “But I can tell it’s not your favorite.”
He lowered his hand, pressing a wet finger against my anus. My mouth opened to protest but he pressed the finger into me. I cried out. He laughed. “You have never been taken this way. It might be the manner to make you lose control.”
I winced, prepared to beg, but he pulled the finger from me. He got up and walked to the washbasin. He cleaned his hands and grabbed a drink. “I think we will try something else.”
I lay there, terrified he was more like the duke than I would have imagined.
He placed the cup on the table and walked back over to me, undoing his trousers. “Come here, kneel for me.”
I covered my breasts and climbed off of the bed. I knelt in front of him.
“Take out my cock.”
My hand reached into his trousers before I really gave it any thought. My hand couldn't wrap all the way around it. It wasn't quite as long as the prince’s, but it was fatter. It made me nervous to imagine it inside of me.
I stroked it, caressing the softness and yet strength. His body was beautiful. Without him asking, I leaned forward and parted my lips, taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue, and stroked the base. In my delirious stupor, I reached my other hand around, gripping his butt and squeezing. He thrust into my mouth, running his hands into my hair. I accidentally moaned as he reached around the base and tugged at my hair.
He chuckled, pulling harder. I moaned louder.
I sucked, wrapping my teeth with my lips, imagining that might have pained him, had I dragged them. He moaned almost instantly, digging his fingers into my hair and lightly thrusting into my face. I sucked and swirled my tongue the way the duke had done to my nub. The king cried out, and I felt his body tense but his hand lowered to my armpits. He lifted me from my knees and his cock and laid me back on the bed.
“You are skilled.”
I shook my head. “No. I have seen it done once.”
He smiled. “Tell me what you saw.” He lowered himself to his knees and bent between my parted thighs, planting a kiss on my stomach. “Tell me what you saw and I will relieve your misery.”
I closed my eyes as his kisses went farther south on my torso. “Gregor, a boy from my estate, he had a fondness for a dairymaid. I knew it. I had seen them kissing. I followed them sometimes. Once I saw them go into the barn, looking very suspicious. She dropped to her knees and pulled out his . . . you know.”
“Mmmmm. Say it if you want me to go lower.” He kissed at the top of my mound.
I moaned and fought my shallow breaths. “Cock. She took out his cock and put her mouth on it. She could fit the whole . . . thing in her mouth like a small baguette. She sucked and then she got on all fours like a beast, and lifted her skirts. He came from behind and mounted her.”
He trailed his tongue along my thigh. I didn't even realize what I was doing or saying. I wanted him so badly. I’d have done anything to have him.
“What then?”
I shook my head. “I left. I didn't finish watching.”
“Did it make you wet to watch them?”
I froze.
I waited before I lifted my head and looked up at him, bent over my cunny. He lifted his face, “Did you like watching them?”
I nodded, ashamed, and yet I was bared to him, so what did it matter?
He smiled. “I like to watch too.” He lowered his face and licked the entire length of my slit. I cried out. His fingers swirled in the moisture as he slid one inside of me. I cried out harder, almost in pain from the width of them, but his tongue circled my nub, distracting me. It brought heat in waves. His other fingers crawled up my torso to my nipple. He flicked and pinched, making me cry out for more. He pinched in a rhythm, similar to the sucking and swirling of his mouth against my sex. My orgasm was almost instant. I was filled with heat and lightning. My body twitched and pulled at his finger and mouth, grinding and begging for more.
He chuckled. “You cum so easily.”
I barely caught his words. “Is that wrong?” I asked breathlessly. I knew it was the result of having practiced hundreds of times. I would spend the rest of my life imagining his face was the one making me cum. He was exactly the naughty man I had imagined in my dreams, the one with his face between my legs.
He laughed harder. “No. You’re made to be fucked and loved and sucked, every day. Your body is the kind that men dream about. I could have you a thousand ways for a thousand days and never tire of you. You’re wet and tight and hot, in all the right places.”
He picked me up and tossed me back onto the bed, face down and jerked my legs to the floor. He grabbed a handful of hair with one hand, as the other came down on my ass making a loud slapping noise. “But at least now I know what your favorite is.”
He spanked again. I cried out. He tugged and spanked in a way my body craved, enjoying every tug and vibration.
He moaned with me, rubbing his body against mine as he spanked. His words were fevered and impassioned. “So you are a depraved girl? Only very special girls are like this. Finding one is harder than finding a real unicorn. I should have known. What would drive the future ruler of a kingdom to renounce his reign but a wicked girl like you?” He spanked harder, rubbing his bared cock against my body.
He came around the back of me, pushing his cock into me roughly, maintaining the pull he had on my hair. It was wider than I had felt before, I cried out.
He thrust, mercilessly, and pulled my hair at the same time. I twitched and came all over his cock in a violent orgasm like I had never had.
He pounded into me, driving my orgasming cunny wild and slamming me against the bed. I was lost in the fervor of my body’s splendorous waves.
He pulled out and rounded the side of me again. His hand came down, vibrating my cunny with each strike. The vibration maintained my orgasm. I continued to cry out as he spanked.
Again, he got behind me, bouncing my ass off of the bed. The width of him was rocking me, building the fire up again. I didn’t think it was possible but I was going to orgasm again.
He pulled my hair, lifting my face and then he stopped. He pulled out and walked away. I was twitching with need as he walked from the room. I stood up, out of breath and confused. I wiped the sweat from my face and stared at the door. Did I have to finish myself off?
He came back moments later with a large stand-up mirror in his arms. He placed it against the wall, so I could see myself in it. He closed the door and walked back, his cock still fully erect.
He walked back behind me and wrapped his arms around. He pressed himself against me, rubbing slightly. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”
I shook my head. The girl didn’t even look like me. She was messy and flushed everywhere.
He ran his hands up and down my glossy torso, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck. His skin compared to mine was an intense contrast. He was golden and muscled. His dark hair and stern look were the opposite of mine.
He reached a large hand down between my legs, sliding a thick finger between my parted lips and rubbed in a circular motion. One hand cupped my breast, encompassing it completely. He kneaded my breast and pinched my nipples. “Do you see how you light up for me?”
I nodded against the stubble on his face. In the mirror I could see the heavy desire on both our faces.
He rubbed faster, staying in a rhythm that brought the fire back. My eyes narrowed but my gaze was locked on his moving hand, cupping my sex. He kissed my neck, biting slightly. I moaned into
the kiss and the caress. The ache in my stomach twisted into an orgasm that shook all of me. My moans turned into cries. My eyes tried to close, but I forced myself to watch as I nearly collapsed from the pleasure.
I was still twitching when he kicked one of my legs open and slid his cock up inside of me. I leaned over a bit, gripping to the bed and looking forward at our reflection. His huge, taught body, glistening with sweat and passion, overshadowed mine. He thrust hard, pumping himself in and out. I was still gripping to his wide cock from my orgasm when he had his. Watching the sheer strength and beauty of him orgasming inside of me was breathtaking.
He cried out, gripping to me and then falling on top of me, taking me down to the bed with him.
He smiled and laughed, still out of breath. I turned to face him, feeling embarrassed by what I had just witnessed. I loved everything about his touch and hated that it was all I was ever going to get from him. I would never be his wife, just his toy.
His beauty softened the blow of his cruelty.
He looked into my eyes. “So that's the secret? You enjoy being abused. I suppose it is all you have ever known.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I will make it my undertaking to make you see how taking things slowly can be equally exciting.”
I cocked an eyebrow back. “Isn’t it a bit late to do it slowly?”
He smiled. “Never. I see now why Charmant wanted to give up his claim to the throne. I would give you mine.”
I winced. “I don't want anyone’s throne.”
“What do you want?”
I shook my head. “To be loved, like all girls.”
He furrowed his brow. “All girls are not like you.”
I shrugged.
He kissed my nose. “Girls like you don't make men love them. You make them senseless with desire and crave you. Isn’t that enough? I already feel that way.”
I shook my head again.
Chapter Ten
“Adoration and worship, psshhhh,” the king muttered from across the room.
The cardinal gave me a look. “Then she is filled with evil that must be purged from her. If she strays any of your devotion from God, she is a witch.”
The king smiled and gave me a wink. “I daresay she has bewitched my cock.”
My face flushed. The cardinal’s eyes narrowed. “This is no joking matter. Where is she? Is this she who has ignited your passion?”
The king glanced at me for a moment and then shook his head. “This beauty here? No. This is my plaything.” The king waved a hand at him. “I have never been this happy—is that not what you want for me?”
“Sire, you aught not to have women displayed so. It is not how God wished relations between a man and a woman to be.” The cardinal leaned in, trying to hush his voice from me. “Your Grace’s happiness is always my concern, but the devil disguises himself in many different forms.”
The king laughed. “I have searched every orifice of her, good man. She is pure of heart. She is not the devil. My living in sin with her, should bother no one but me. My life is my own, my kingdom is my own, and if I hear of this again, I will kill whoever speaks it. That includes you, my old friend. It is not up for discussion. Nor my treatment of women. I am not a married man. I shall act in MY home how I see fit. I am the lord of this home, and yours.”
The cardinal’s face turned crimson. He bowed. “As you wish it.” He turned and left the room, giving me the most horrid look ever.
I stood there, nearly naked in the sheer dress and holding the pose the king had asked me for. My arms were behind my back, resting on my butt. My breasts were pert and exposed, as was my sex. Everything could be seen through the silvery fabric. My only saving grace was the dark mask covering my whole face. No one knew me, not even me.
“Come here.”
I walked to him, having earned the right to walk upright. I no longer trembled at his side, but I was wise enough to know to obey and avoid his eyes. I stood at his side. He ran a hand over the front of my dress, lightly brushing against my breasts. My stomach tightened instantly.
“I think tomorrow we will have a picnic. What do you say to that?”
I nodded. “I think that would be wonderful, Sire.”
He pursed his lips and nodded at the girl next to us. “Lift her dress.”
I felt my breath hitch. The girl placed the wine down and walked to us. She was a little older than I, but very thin, almost no breasts at all. I had seen her several times, always wondering if she ate at all.
She dropped to her knee and lifted my dress to my belly.
He ran his hand down my torso. When his fingers brushed my lower hair, I spread my legs as I knew he wanted. He slipped a finger inside of me, slowly dragging it in and out. He had not done one violent act to me since he had sworn we would take everything slowly. It had me at a constant state of being carnally charged. I wanted a violent orgasm like the one I had had, but he refused me. I could have a dozen slow orgasms a day and none would satisfy me the way he had the first time.
It had become a form of torture, months of it.
I hated that I was being violated in front of the girl, but when a guard entered the room, I was devastated. He sped his thrusts up. “What is it?” His face stayed on the guard while I forced my eyes to not leave his face.
I wanted to turn my face in shame but I didn’t. I stayed there, looking on him as the guard fought not to look at my fingered cunny. Thankfully, in the mask I might have been any girl.
“There is a messenger here, from your cousin, the king. His son, the prince, is to be married in a fortnight. You have been invited to the wedding. What is the response you would like me to give?”
I looked away, at the wall behind us. The king stopped and removed his finger and looked down on the girl. “Take her to my room, stay there with her.”
I was trembling with tears when we reached the hallway. The girl and I clung to each other. I cried harder when I heard him say. “I will go, alone.”
I couldn’t believe he was to marry. I couldn’t believe he wanted it. My prince was mine and I was his. It seemed no matter how hard we tried, we would never be together.
When we got to the room, we sat on the bed next to each other. She looked scared. “Will he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He isn’t usually mean. Quite the opposite actually.”
She sighed. “Oh, thank God. I was scared.” She just finished the sentence when the door opened. The king walked in. He looked angry but it made my stomach twinge in excitement. Finally, I might get the release I needed. I needed it even more now that my prince was to marry. My heart was breaking and I desperately needed a release.
He walked to me, offering me a hand. I took it. He pulled me to the wall where the drapes were drawn. He used the ties to bind my wrists. Every move was slow and methodical. I was spread, like a cross.
He walked away from me to the girl. He offered her a hand. She took it, he led her to the other side of the bed and sat down.
“Lift your dress and remove your knickers.”
She did it. I was confused. My heart started to race. What was he doing?”
She trembled when she lifted her dress, revealing her slim legs. He sighed and gave me a look. “You still love him then?”
I swallowed hard. The king’s had been the face I saw when I closed my eyes. It had always been his face, even before we had met. I nodded once, feeling the fear cross my face. My heart might have whispered for my prince, but I was as the cardinal had said. I was as wicked as the king and I deserved my fate.
He looked back at the girl. “Lie across my knees.”
She did it, looking like she might beg any second for her life. He gripped her hard but looked at me. “You wish to be with him still?”
I didn’t answer him. He brought his hand back and struck the bare cheeks of the girl’s behind. She screamed in pain. “Do you see the difference in you and her?”
My jaw trembled. The cruelty in his eyes was mesmerizing. I want
ed it. I bit my lip. He brought his hand back and down again. The girl writhed and screamed. Her white cheeks flushed with welts.
“DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND HER?”
I nodded, wishing I were there instead of her. I wouldn’t be screaming and writhing for that reason. I struggled with the ropes on my wrists. “Please, Sire. Take me instead.”
He shook his head. “I want you to notice there is a distinct difference between you and her. My cousin couldn’t handle a woman like you. This would hurt him—he would be shocked and revolted. Is that what you want?” He lifted her tear-stained face. “Is this the face you would want to see on him?”
I shook my head.
He tossed her on the bed and pointed at the door “LEAVE!” She ran for her life, slamming the door.
He looked like a monster. I realized then and there, we matched. The mad king and I. He was crazed and violent and my body craved his cruelty. He was right.
He got up off of the bed and walked to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Don’t you see what this is? You are mine. You belong to me. I own you.”
He spread my cunny lips and buried his face. He sucked and licked, biting my nub gently. It might have been rough and violent, I wouldn’t have known. I loved it. I loved his touch. He thrust a finger inside of me and licked. The two movements matched perfectly. My whole body rang like a bell. He reached down and untied my feet, lifting my legs in the air. I gripped the ropes around my wrists and lifted myself to be high enough for his cock. He grabbed my arse and squeezed with all his might. I cried out, lifting my face. His lips landed on my throat, sucking at my tender skin. He buried his cock deep inside of me, pressing my back to the windows and slamming me into them. I griped the ropes and wrapped my legs around him.
The force of it, the sting of the ropes on my wrists and his cock deep in my belly made me cum instantly. The spasm inside of me gripped him. I milked his cock as we shared our most violent orgasm. It had been so sudden and explosive.
