Captured By A Royal Thug

by Heiress

  “I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to startle you. Where are you headed at this time of night?” I quizzed.

  “Uh, well one of my lady friends is having a horrid crisis. I must go to her at once and try and ease her poor soul. Unless you forbid me to go and wish for me to stay?” She was so submissive and obedient.

  Smiling to myself, I stroked her cheek. “No, love. Go tend to your lady friend. I will be fine,” I granted her permission to leave. We shared a kiss and an embrace before we parted ways. I waited for her to leave before I headed in the opposite direction. I had no business going to Lady Bella’s room, but I needed to vent. I needed to get some shit off my chest, and I knew she would be down to listen.

  When I got to her room, I put my ear to the door and heard laughter. Laughter that came from a man. Not even hesitating, I opened the door ready to fuck up whoever her ass was entertaining.

  “King Adonis!” Twan jumped up from the bed where he was just laying. I studied the scene, and I wasn’t feeling that shit at all. This nigga was too damn comfortable laying in the bed next to the mother of my fucking heir. Glancing at Bella didn’t make it no better. She was in her nightgown that happened to be revealing a lot. Too much for some random ass soldier to see.

  “The fuck is going on here?” I snapped.

  They both looked at each other as if they didn’t know what to say or do.

  “Uh, King Adonis I was just-,”

  “You were just what? Fucking my baby momma?” I accused. “Or trying to fuck her? Or are you one of her regular johns from when she was a lady?” No questions were answered by neither of them, so my attention went to Bella. “I get you pregnant and you still fucking niggas? With my heir in you? You got me all the way fucked up if you think that shit is cool,” I snapped.

  “Excuse me!” She spat, standing to her feet with a disgusted expression on her face.

  “Twan leave us,” I ordered.

  “Aye, King Adonis it ain’t even-,”

  “Get the fuck out before I take matters into my own hands and you’ve already seen the damage I can do. Don’t fucking test me nigga,” I warned him.

  “Hey, guys so I got the whipped cream-,” Leah, Bella’s servant was saying before Twan rushed her out of the room. “That nigga on one, let’s go.” He slammed the door behind him. Bella and I stood toe to toe in an intense stare.

  “I’m sorry but what gives you the right to bust in my room accusing me of some craziness like sleeping with my guard!”

  “Well, what the fuck am I supposed to think when I walk in this bitch and y’all laying in the bed laughing and shit with your damn nightgown hiked up!” I snapped.

  “You’re not supposed to think anything because you made it perfectly clear this morning that you didn’t want anything to do with me. All I’m here to do is serve as a baking oven to your heir and that’s it. If I decided to have sex with a man, which I haven’t, it’s my business not yours!”

  “It is when you caring my fucking baby!”

  “Ugh!” she blew out, storming off. “You are so difficult. I’ve only known you for a month or so, and you’re already getting under my skin. From you being one way around your people, then being the complete opposite with me. From you telling me we can never be together, or have sex again then you come in here getting mad because you think I’m sleeping with my guard. Which I’m not by the way!” She expressed.

  “I can’t fucking help it! I come in here and…you all laughing and shit with another nigga. The shit just got to me, and I know what I said this morning but that don’t mean shit now because look where I’m at.” I laughed to myself as I shook my head. “Back in your room.”

  Silence filled the room. I was too damn grown to be catching feelings for this young girl. We were like eight years apart in age and a million years apart in maturity. I felt like the young me again around Bella, and that in itself was dangerous for a King like me.

  “Twan is a… he’s a friend. We were just joking like we used to do back home,” she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.

  “Come again?” I quizzed, inching my way closer to her.

  “I wasn’t suppose to tell you this, but I really don’t want you to think I was trying to have sex with, Twan. Me, him and Leah was brought here together. We grew up together back home in the states. We’ve been best friends since like…forever. That’s why I requested for them to be with me during this time. This isn’t easy for me to go through this pregnancy thing and I know they would be there to help me,” she continued.

  “I wasn’t feeling good today, so he was just trying to make me laugh. Nothing happened.” She frowned. I could tell I had made her feel some type of way for accusing her of still being a hoe. For some reason, it was hurting me to know that I had hurt her feelings.

  I stepped closer to her, so we were now body to body. I hooked her chin to bring her eyes to mine. They were shimmering. “My bad for thinking some shit was going down. I guess you just do something to me. Got me feeling jealous and shit.” I laughed and so chimed in.

  “How can I make you jealous if-,”

  “There is something about you, Bella. I don’t know what it is. I still remember the first day they brought you here. Three years ago. I took one look at you and haven’t been able to get you out my mind. Your beauty is unforgettable. Then when I officially met you at the gathering, that made the thought of you grow stronger. Then we made love and that only increased what I had been feeling all along,” I expressed to her.

  “Mena and I were arranged to be married ever since we were fifteen years old. I had taken many women before her, but I knew that in the end, it would always be her. No woman had ever come close to her. Until now,” I paused, brushing her hair out of her face. “You got a nigga going crazy,” I whispered, and she responded with a sweet giggle.

  “Are you sure it’s not the fact that I’m having your heir?” she asked sweetly.

  “Nah. It’s more than that. I feel so fucking wrong for even feeling how I feel about you, knowing that I have a Queen. I ain’t trying to be unfaithful to her. Shit kills me every time I think about it, but I’m afraid that I’m not going to be able to leave you alone,” I confessed.

  “Then don’t,” she said back. She lifted up on her toes and pecked my lips. My dick grew so hard that it was poking at her stomach. Her soft moans echoed in my mouth as her tongue massaged mine. My hands explored her body, grabbing and smacking her ass and thighs.

  “Wait.” She softly pushed me away from her. “We can’t have sex.”

  My eyes grew wide. “And why the fuck not?”

  “Because I met with the doctor today. He said to insure I don’t have a miscarriage or go into premature labor, I need not to have sex. He said I should wait until the second trimester which is in like three or so months,” she informed me.

  “Damn. My dick hard as fuck right now,” I gritted through my teeth. Her hands slid down my stomach and into my slacks. She began to massage me with her hand. “You trying to make this shit harder. Stop fucking playing with it.”

  “He said I couldn’t have sex. He didn’t say in what ways I couldn’t have sex.” One of her brows lifted as she bit down on her bottom lip. “I never gave head before, but I’ll do it if you teach me.”

  “Where the fuck did you come from,” I blurted before kissing her all in her mouth. It was like she was trying to make me fall in love with her or something. While attacking her face with my mouth, I stripped her of her clothes. She then to proceeded to help me out of mine. Once we were both naked, I paused my attack on her mouth.

  “Get on your knees,” I demanded. Without asking, she kneeled before me. “You gone need both hands for him.” I winked cockily. Her small hands wrapped around my dick. She stared at it hungrily. “Start off at the tip and just suck on it like a lollipop. Hide your teeth behind your lips so you don’t bite it.”

  “Okay,” she nervously replied. She took me in her mouth, and as soon as her tongue touched the head of my dick
, I could have nutted. She did exactly what I said and sucked the tip as if it was covered in sugar. Mena had never sucked my dick and before her, I enjoyed getting head. Bella brought me back to the old me, and that shit was feeling too good.

  Her soft lips slurped up her spit that was glistening my dick. The sight itself could have mae a nigga cum. “Take that shit down further. If you gag, it’s cool. I like that shit.” I grinned.

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed my dick as far as she could take it. The tip of my dick tickled her tonsils and she gagged occasionally. She didn’t let that stop her. Eyes filled with tears, she kept going further. It was like nothing I had ever seen or felt before. I fucking loved the passion she had behind pleasing me.

  “Fuck, Bella,” I growled, grabbing the back of her head. Slob was dripping from my dick onto the marble floors. Without me telling her, she used her hands to massage my dick as she sucked on it. My lip tucked behind my teeth as I groaned out loud. “Shit!”

  It was like, I could tell she was new at this but at the same time, she was doing it so well. She was a fast learner. I admired the way she stared up at me with her pretty brown eyes as she gargled my dick down her throat. I could feel myself about to cum, but I couldn’t let go yet. I wanted to taste her too.

  “Come here.” I pulled her to her feet and kissed her all in her mouth. I didn’t even care that she had just sucked my dick. The pleasure was too deep. “You said you flexible right?” I quizzed.

  “Yes. Why?” I could see the curiosity on her face.

  I sat down on the floor with my legs out. “Bend over in front of me. I want it in my face.” I was starving to taste her. I could see her juices dripping down her legs and I couldn’t wait to lick it up like a plate. Hesitantly, she did as I said. As soon as her pussy was in front of me, I stuck my entire face in it. I held her ass in my hands as I licked and sucked her from her lips to her ass.

  “Ohhhhh! Shiiii-King Adonis!” she cried out, holding onto my legs for leverage.

  “You like that?”

  “Yessssss!” she hissed.

  “Same time,” I mumbled, gripping my dick in my hands. She got the hint and bobbed her head down on my dick. We both pleased each other at the same time and I couldn’t think of anything more pleasurable. My toes curled, and her legs shook. It was so intense that I had to hold on to her to keep her from falling and to keep me from nutting too fast.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned with my dick still in her mouth. Her legs shook with excitement.

  “You cumming, Bella?”

  “Yes! Oh, fuck. Yeeeeeesssss!” she screamed. As she was cumming, I was slurping up all of her juices. Her mouth returned to the head of my dick, and she started to go crazy on it. I couldn’t hold it.

  “Shiiiiit, God damn.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt her sucking the nut out the tip of my dick. I gripped her thighs so tight that my finger tips were digging into her skin.

  “Ahhhh,” Bella yelled before falling over. Covering her face, she burst out laughing.

  “That is now the second time you fell. For someone to be so flexible, your balance is fucked up.” I chuckled, standing to my feet. I reached out and helped her up, bringing her into me. “Bathe with me.”

  “Okay.”

  I walked into the bathroom and ran the water to the pool like tub that was in the middle of her grand bathroom. Once it was filled, we both got in. I laid my head back on the edge of the tub. Bella was in between my legs with her back against my chest.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure.”

  “How is it that you can switch up your demeanor like you do? I don’t see your parents or even Iman doing it,” she pointed out.

  “That’s because me, my brother and my sister went to school in the states. That’s why my accent isn’t that thick,” I revealed.

  “Really?” She seemed surprised.

  “Yes, really. Schools out here teach us the real. The states lie about our history as Africans. Since we are the future of Droga, we needed to know what was being taught so we weren’t ignorant to the things they believed in, in the states. In addition to that, we wanted to have the best of both worlds. Being Africans and Americans. We learned a lot. Things that kind of scared a nigga, I won’t lie.”

  “What scared you?” she asked, turning her body towards me so we were now face to face.

  “Just how white people still viewed us as a threat. That’s all racism is. It’s jealousy. And I’m not scared for me, more so for them. There will be a time where us as black people will remember how much power and strength we have. And that’s a dangerous day for them whites folks. Because we really ain’t gone take no shit then.” I smiled.

  Her smile grew brighter than mine. “What?”

  “Nothing. I just…I just never imagined you being like this. So…cool. You seem more relaxed when you’re like this,” she noticed.

  “It’s because of you, Lady Bella. I have never been able to be like this with another woman but you. My Aunt Madame catches this side of me from time to time, but not in an intimate way. Only you bring this…side out of me. You relax me. That’s why I decided to come to you tonight. It wasn’t for sex,” I let her know.

  “Then what was it for if not for pleasure?”

  “I had a lot going on today. Shit is all fucked up. Niggas out here trying to kill me and my family. They trying to take over our business and win the love of my people. Everyone is looking at me for saving and I’m stressed as shit. I mean, I ain’t complaining or anything. I’m King and I got to deal with this kind of shit. I came to you tonight to vent to you about the shit. That’s all. No funny business,” I assured her.

  The way she looked at me with such gratitude, made me smile. Her eyes sparkled with tears, but she quickly wiped them away. “I’m sorry for being emotional. I guess it’s the hormones.” she shrugged her shoulders. “Thank you for not using me just for sex. I’ve had enough men do that in my life.” Her eyes lowered.

  “Wait. I thought you only had two-,”

  “That’s what I told Madame and what I told myself. Growing up in foster care and group homes wasn’t easy. Especially being the pretty dark skin girl. Every male social worker and every foster father wanted a piece.”

  “Wasn’t, Twan with you? Where the fuck was that nigga at when this shit was going down?” I felt myself growing angry.

  “He couldn’t fight them all off. I just buried the events and I vowed to never speak of it again. So, this is me not speaking on it,” she sighed. I could now see the Bella behind the Lady. I saw her so clearly. Such an innocent girl being taken advantage of because of her beauty and lack of protection. I could feel her pain and it ate me up that I didn’t know her then.

  “Bella, I promise never to let anything happen to you. Ever. You have my heir inside of you and that alone makes you my family. I will protect you like I protect my blood. I give you my word and my word is bond,” I promised her. Tears streamed down her face as she laid her head on my chest.

  I felt too much for Bella too early, but I was done fighting it. It made no sense. It only made me grow closer to her. But I knew I couldn’t protect her with her only being the woman carrying my child. I had to up her status. I had to make her my mistress.

  Prince Amir

  My room was so foggy that it could have been a firefighter’s dream in here. Between my fingers, I held papers that wrapped around some herds. Every inhale I took, erased a little bit of the stress I had on my brain. Nigga had to choose a wife in two days, and I wasn’t even ready to get married. When I smoked, it made me wish I was back in the states. There I was just a regular fuck nigga who could hoe in peace. But not here. I was a Prince forced to have one woman who was content with me having side bitches.

  I didn’t want that. The drama turned me on. Fight for me. I want my woman to find out I’m cheating and leave me. Because when I get her ass back, the sex was gone be rough and crazy. Just like a nigga liked it.
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  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “The Prince has retired for the evening,” I properly called out, laughing.

  “Prince Amir? It’s me, Leah.”

  “And? I’m still not here,” I spat, inhaling my trees.

  “You’re the one who summoned me here,” she retorted. My memory had come back to me, and I had forgotten I had asked Iman to summon her to me.

  “I must be high as fuck,” I said to myself, laughing. Scooting out of my bed, I made my way to the door. When I opened it, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Leah behind my door. She was too fine for words. “To be honest, I don’t even remember why I called for you.”

  “I’m assuming it was about the princesses. I still have my notes. We didn’t get a chance to talk about what you asked me to do for you, so I’m sure that’s why you called for me,” she reminded me. It hit me when she said it. That is why I summoned her.

  “Right! Right! Come in before somebody see you.” I grabbed at her arm and pulled her in my room, shutting and locking the door behind her. “You be getting lifted?” I quizzed, holding out my papers to her.

  “Oh, no thank you,” she declined. Shrugging my shoulders, I took another pull before getting back into my bed.

  “Take your shoes off and get comfortable. I locked the door, so ain’t nobody coming in here.”

  Her eyes wondered around the room as she slipped her shoes off one by one. Slowly she crawled in my bed, and made herself comfortable, sitting Indian style. “Okay, so out of all the princesses, I narrowed it down to four,” she started, opening up her notepad she had brought.

  “Okay so who’s the lucky or should I say unlucky four?” I quizzed.

  “Well you have Princess Kreesha, Princess Kiwi, Princess Taja and Princess Creola of course. She’s kind of honorary since that’s the one your father wants you to pick. Now all of these ladies will benefit you in so many ways.”

  “Like how?”

  “Well, Kreesha is the prettiest of them all and her body is as close to perfection as your going to get. You two would look great together. Then there’s Kiwi is the life of the party. She’s cool, funny and she has that I don’t care what people think of me attitude. I’m sure you two can relate in that area.” She cut her eyes at me. “And, Taja believes in polygamy. Just like you, she wants her cake and eat it too. And by that, I mean, she wants a woman’s cakes.”