by Celia Crown
Okay, his answer is no.
A different approach is needed.
“Please help me?” I beg, smiling shyly at him.
He uncrosses those big arms and steps forward, extending his hands up in an opening gesture, I awkwardly shuffle further out the duct and fall into his welcoming arms. They are steady and solid when they enclose me to his chest, I expected him to squeeze the daylight out of me because maybe he was still holding the grudge that I lied to him on the ball or that I am freaking hiding from him when he requested me to the throne room.
King Leon spent his precious time tracking me down, and sad to say that he found me so quickly.
The possessive curl of his arms around me squashes my face to his hard pecs, I shift and subtly wiggle to pull back for some professional courtesy between us, but he won’t let go. Any attempts to escape his iron cage is futile as I am much weaker and smaller than this colossal-sized man.
“Know this, little girl.” he pinches my chin and I wince at the pain, our eyes meet in a fiery passionate stare that has a song coursing through my soul.
“This will not go unpunished.”
I’m so dead.
Chapter Four
Leon
She didn’t put up a fight when I took her into my kingdom, lockdown the castle, and pinned her down with my stare as my bedroom wall is protecting us from prying gazes.
Mina is helpless, dependent on me to protect her from the lurking shadows around every corner. She has no friends or family to support her once her ownership is relinquished under my control, the rulers of Ennis is too passive to put up a fight to keep their little maid while their daughter had more fire in her. She fought tooth and nail for my little girl, berating my abuse of authority as I have demanded that Mina would return to my castle.
I didn’t have to threaten Mina to get her to my side like the obedient little girl that I see in her, she only made two requests; I was to never bring war against the Ennis family and she could visit them sometimes.
Agreeing is not a problem as depriving her of any human contact would be detrimental to her delicate mental state, her shyness and timidity are what attracted me to her along with that eternal beauty so I would be a fool to ruin her after all the trouble I went through to possess her.
She can see them; I would have to approve on the meeting location, time, and her reasoning for the visit.
“On your knees, little girl.” my command drops her on the firmly packed carpet.
It’s a new change to my room that just finished this morning, I had several commodities changed to accommodate her living situation. My room is hers; her place of sleep will be in the middle of my bed and in between my arms, then I’ll rest knowing that she cannot escape.
I had several of my best men bring up all her information, I want to be armed to the teeth if the Ennis family put up a fight. I planned on going there and leaving with Mina, it happened just as I intended with a little setback from the sole heiress.
She knows she can’t do anything unless she wants a war, it’s why she settles on demanding that Mina would be treated like a princess in my care and that she will have a daily hour of conversation between them without my presence, she thinks Mina won't tell her things if she thinks my little girl has been abused and under duress.
The only thing that would get abused is her little round ass.
Mina shifts her weight around on her knees, finding the right place for her bones to not dig into the coarse rug. She bows her head down as a sign of respect, it’s good to know that I won't have to teach her about the hierarchy around us.
“I am not a patient man.” I begin to unbuckle my belt; the sharp sounds of metal are deafening.
Her tiny hands fist in her lap with that temptingly short French maid dress ruffling with her trembling, there must be unsolicited thoughts running in her mind. No matter how innocent she is, Mina has to know the implication of her being on her knees and me pulling my belt from the loops.
Unless she really doesn’t.
It would be fun to watch the confusion play on her face when I let her suck on my cock.
“However, I’m not unreasonable.” I drop the belt on the ground, it lands in an asymmetrical circle as her shoulders jump.
“I will wait until we are officially married to fuck that pussy.”
Her head jerks up, wild fear rushing with her bright red face.
Mina stammers, “Y-your majesty—”
I do mind the title that comes out of her mouth, it’s too formal for her. It’s a common title that everyone uses for me, but I want the bridge of our status to crumble before my eyes as she is my equal.
I will treat her as a Queen in public, but she better be ready to be my little girl in the sheets.
“You can keep your virginity until our marriage, but I need to have every part of you.”
Stalking up to her like a predator with confident steps, startling her further into withering into her skin. Black hair parts for her pale frail neck to get exposed, so flawlessly alluring to have my hands bruising that creaminess and have my lips putting red marks on her to show to everyone that she is mine.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” I say.
Her head slowly lifts up, testing the water around her with light treads as she meekly gives me her blue eyes.
“Have you eaten?” I watch her furrow her eyebrows in confusion, but she shakes her head.
“No, sir.”
I let her squirm in her anticipation, her evident fear stirs the fire in my loins as it is aphrodisiacs to the beast growling inside me.
“Open your mouth, little girl, let Daddy feed you.” a dark smile curls on my face when a shudder wrecks her body in their wake.
Mina hesitates, battling with her morals and self-consciousness as all her emotions are written on her face. It’s as if I’m in her mind, and I have no doubt that I’m the only thing she's thinking about, I understand what she is feeling with just one look.
She’s conflicted about what to do and how to respond to me.
I pop the button to my pants, dragging the zipper down. “Open.”
The submissive side admits defeat with her whimpering in apprehension, she opens those plump pink lips with little teeth peeking out in whiteness. The wait for me to pull my cock out makes her tremble, she knows what’s going to happen with a small flicker of her tongue running over her bottom lip.
Thick and hot, I fist my cock as a sheen of clear fluid dribbles down to her open mouth. It runs down her mouth and she squeaks with fluttery lashes, she keeps her pretty blue eyes glued to me as if my cock is a monstrous thing that she can’t handle.
My little girl will learn.
“Suck,” I command her.
She gives the underside of my cock a tentative lick, touching the throbbing vein with that small lick. Mina’s inexperience shines through her eyes as she silently begs for my guidance, her hands curling on the front of her maid dress.
Gripping the back of her head, I force her forward until the tip of my cock is pressed to her lips smearing a drop of fluid over her plump flesh. Curious tongue slithers out to lick the slit, catching more as her hesitant actions bring a groan from my throat.
So innocent, so young.
“Your Majesty—”
I pull her hair, tightening my fingers in her luscious black locks.
She corrects herself with a whimper of pain, “Daddy.”
I nearly damn cum on her face when she looks up at me with big naïve eyes, mouthing on the tip of my cock like a hungry kitten that doesn’t know how to get her milk.
“I—I don’t know how to do this, Daddy,” She murmurs shyly, fanning her hot breath over my twitching shaft.
Her passive nature doesn’t allow her to disobey me, and I’m willing to take full advantage of her timidity for my own gain. She is meant for me, Mina is what I have been missing my whole life. I had no idea I was waiting for her to show up until she came into my sight with that bold red gown
that would have been so easily torn if I had less control than a tyrant.
“What do you say,” I comment plainly, leaving her to come up with a way to satisfy me.
My cock gives an impatient twitch, bumping into her glossy lips.
“Please?” she whispers.
I don’t want to make this harder for her than she can handle, her innocence is her protection against many evils that would cripple her heart and I don’t want this to be the first experience to scare her to death, no matter how much I want to shove my girthy length down her tight throat.
“Do you want to please me?” I ask, one hand stroking my obscenely big cock above her face and the other nudging her closer to the head.
“Y-yes, Daddy, want to please you.”
I pry her jaw open with the hand around my cock, making her lips to wrap around the head of my shaft. She follows wordlessly to my actions, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head and paying special attention to the slit before going down. Slowly, she takes half of my cock in her tiny mouth, hot tongue rubbing the vein on my length with a choked moan that sounds vibration down to my boiling cum.
“You can take more,” I point out, fondly stroking her full cheek.
She hums, bravely relaxing her jaw to swallow more inches down her throat. The immediate effect of her eyes watering jerks my hips forward to make her take all of me. She chokes, clawing at my thighs uselessly, tears spilling over her terrified eyes.
Pulling back, she coughs and hiccups wetly with a string of saliva attached to her lips and the head of my shaft. She gathers her breath and licks her lips, breaking the connection while staring at the pulsing girth with bashfulness.
I say nothing, but my eyebrows are raised with the expression of knowing as I watch her stammer out her apology with a blush coloring her cheeks so prettily.
“How disappointing.” I sigh, predatorial manipulation flares in my mind at her panicked gaze.
She whimpers, “D-Daddy, I’m sorry—I’ll do better! I-it’s just that you’re too big.”
“One more chance, little girl.” I brush her hair from her forehead, “I don’t want to hear your complains.”
She caves, and it’s delicious.
Mina tries again, slower and more attentive this time. Wrapping her small hand around my swollen thickness, she lets her other hand join in as she can’t close her fingers around my girth.
How fucking disgusting for a grown man like me to have a young, innocent girl on her knees servicing me.
I’m too old, too big for this tiny and barely legal virgin.
Age isn’t going to stop me from feasting on her whole body on our wedding night.
Several tries to take me down in one go, they all failed as her small mouth struggles to stretch over me. I let her find her pace, deciding what her limits are and testing them to see if she can swallow my whole cock without the slightest problem.
She finds her pace, sucking only half of my shaft is enough to bring the cum to the tip as it spills over to her waiting tongue. She occasionally swallows me to the base, and those times are predictable, but it never fails to have my eyes rolling to the back of my head because she’s so fucking tight and hot, throat muscles rippling around my sensitive girth to try and milk the cum from me.
“When I cum,” my Adam's apple bobs along with her filthy slurps, “You will swallow, little girl.”
My warning puts a break in her pattern of sucking, but she picks up the pace with enthusiasm. Curling her tongue around and stroking the base of my cock where she can’t take in her mouth. It’s not quite what I want, but I will leave her to work for the creamy whites this time. Soon, my discipline would have her swallowing my entire cock.
I don’t take kindly to defeat, and my little girl will be a Queen by tomorrow, so she will learn to overcome many things.
Taking my fat cock in her tiny pussy is one of them.
“Hold on to me, little girl.” I feel her hands gripping my pants as I knot both of my hands into her tangled hair, finding their leverage as I make sure to not hurt her too much.
Too much being the operating words.
Rocking my hips forward slowly, testing her limits and breaching her comfort zone when I pull back and shove open her throat. She mewls with running tears, shaking fingers having a hard time stabilizing my overwhelming powerful thrusts.
I’m using not even half of my strength.
My lips curl. I want to break her.
Her mouth is so hot, so heavenly snug as I drag my cock back and forth on her tightly wounded lips. The echoes of her whimper and whining spark tension in my back, rolling my hips to chase after the little sprinkles of starlight behind my eyes. Any struggling she put up initially is gone, leaving behind a docile girl concentrating on her breathing as I use her mouth however I like.
Fuck. My shaft thickens, throbbing painfully as I try to hold back the first spray of cum. I want to feel her mouth for a little while longer, maybe forever if possible, but I will settle on just a few more seconds because the universe explodes behind my eyelids.
I plunge in roughly once more, her nose bumping on my lower stomach and her shocked chokes gets muffled so much that my balls contract and strong sprays of cum flows down her throat in thick dollops.
I look down, breathing heavily to see her eyes closed for the tears to run wildly down her cheeks and finding purchase for her hands on my thighs.
I twitch and groan lowly, smearing the last couple of drops of cum on her heavy tongue when I pull out.
Mina coughs and sniffles with meek whimpers, head bow down from all the straining in her tender neck. Shaking shoulders and the inability to catch her breath is all too confusing for me to not watch her like a hawk, my mind repeats a mantra over and over.
I did this.
She arches her back when she looks up at me with tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes.
“Did I do good, Daddy?”
My cock is still hard with white cum smeared messily around it, the debate in my head is strong on whether if she can have another round of milking my shaft like a dirty little girl excited to please me.
“You did well.”
She preens.
I wouldn’t know her limits if I don’t test them.
“Open your mouth.”
My little girl complies eagerly.
Chapter Five
Mina
Life is funny in many ways.
I was once a somewhat orphaned girl with little to nothing other than the royal family and Helena, and now I’m told that a king wants to marry a mere peasant girl who no one has heard about.
News hit big in the media, King Leon is known to be a man with no remorse and has little patience for useless sentimental such as family and love. Our wedding would not invite anyone other than the courtesy invitation to the Ennis Kingdom royals, and all preparation would be by the end of the week.
That’s six days from now.
Six days and I would be going from a simple maid to the Queen of Sosis.
Wife of King Leon.
The king that’s been defiling me or the last five hours.
“D-Daddy, it’s too much,” I cry, hips bucking wildly as his lips suck on my swollen clit.
He told me that every time my body reaches that weird feeling, it’s called an orgasm. I’m supposed to feel that way towards him, feel the pleasing tingles in my toes because he said it’s similar to me falling in love with little butterflies fluttering in my tummy.
I didn’t think he would know what love is since everyone said he’s a heartless monster, but he’s been nothing but kind to me. Maybe he’s rough, but that savagery is from battles that secured him the throne.
He’s the king so he has no reason to lie to me, and I have no reason to not believe in him. I never fell in love before and King Leon is older than me, so it makes sense for him to understand concepts that are foreign to me.
“Pay attention, little girl.” Daddy nips on my clit, thick fingers spreading my plush
folds as he curls them to that special spot.
“I-I, oh, Daddy,” I moan into the sheets of his extravagant bed.
Like his name, he is a majestic man with power under his muscles as he keeps my thighs pinned to the bed. Each thrust of his thick and long fingers force a moan from my lips, I’m shaking from all these orgasms.
It hurts so good.
My juices soiled his sheets, but I don’t care, I need to feel him do his magic on me so I can feel that heightened pleasure again. I’m such a dirty girl, rocking my hips to his face to suck his fingers deeper into me.
He wiggles them, and I fall into a plane of whiteness behind my eyes.
Fisting the sheets, I scream into them with my croaking voice breaking at each shuddering shiver. Daddy likes to give my little clit a last suck to make sure that I get everything from his hard work, and he expects his efforts to be repaid with gratitude.
“T-thank you, Daddy,” I murmur, shielding my blushing face when he lifts his head from between my legs.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I eat it up with a shy giggle into the sheets.
My sore body hums pleasantly, bones melting in the softest sheets I have ever felt. I’m surrounded by his scent; it’s a blend of something I can’t put a name to, but it’s masculine and deep, and it’s a smell that only a man with his prowess can live up to.
“What did you learn today, little girl?” Daddy climbs on top of me, my nude body flushed with exertion after countless orgasms.
That he swept me off my feet with his demand to return to his kingdom, sunk his control over me as I have no permission to do anything unless he explicitly tells me otherwise.
That I was to call him Daddy in private and his name in public, he won't tolerate any formality between us. I made that mistake of calling him ‘sir’ and ‘your majesty’ on accident at the throne of my pleasure, he punished me by three consecutive denials before he toppled me over the edge.
