by CA Quigg
My heart fluttered at the sight of his naked body. He was glorious and statuesque standing in front of me, hard for me, wanting me. His silky, steel rod stood straight, almost touching his belly button.
I had to taste him. Had to feel the weight of his cock in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over his crown and gathered the salty sweetness seeping from the tip. His musky scent filled my senses, and I couldn't wait to taste more of him, and despite the earth-shattering orgasm he'd given me a few minutes ago, arousal dripped from my pussy.
No man in my life would ever come close to his magnificence. No man would ever come close to him. For eternity, they would all pale in comparison.
I dipped my mouth and swirled my tongue around the spongy head of his cock. His dick jerked reflexively, and a gasp fell from his lips that turned into a deep rumbling growl. His moans of desire drove my need to satisfy him.
"Sit." I gave him a gentle push, and he sat down.
I gazed up at him, our eyes locked and a slow smile crept over Kit's face. "I'm waiting for your command, Mistress."
"How does it feel to have to wait, slave?" I smiled, placed my hands on his thick thighs and trailed my nails up and down, and just ever so slightly tracing them over the velvety sacs of his balls.
I bent over him and grasped the base of his cock before guiding him to my mouth. The heavy, full feel of him against my tongue sent billowing waves of desire crashing over me.
I hallowed my cheeks and took him deep, pumping my mouth back and forth. His balls drew up and his thigh muscles tensed. Yes! Yes! Yes! His satisfaction was my satisfaction, and I received as much pleasure as I gave. He might not want to take my virginity but he would take my mouth, and that was something I had to be content with. For now.
Keeping eye contact, I tongued and toyed with the underside of his cock, swirling and licking, slowly inhaling him. Every time I used my tongue, he gripped my shoulders, digging his fingers in wordlessly asking for more.
God, I loved the taste of him and the feel of his shaft between my lips. Power surged through me. I did this to him. Me. With a simple flick of my tongue, I could make him tremble, shake and groan. I was the one in control. The one who had always been in control.
I took his drawn up balls in my hand, caressing the soft sacs in my palm before pressing my fingertips against the thin strip of flesh between his legs. He shuddered and flexed his hips, thrusting his cock deep.
"You're going to make me explode."
With both hands, he grabbed handfuls of my hair. He grew thicker. Harder. Losing himself to lust, he drove his hips fast. Fucking my mouth for all he was worth, and I managed to somehow keep up with his relentless pace. My pussy lips and clit swelled with arousal and my inner walls clamped, hungry to feel him.
I tightened my lips around him and hummed but then pulled away, because no way was he allowed to come so soon.
He twisted his fingers through my hair, urging me to finish what I'd started.
"I don't think so." I curled my palm around him and slid my hand from root to tip. "You've been driving me insane since we met and now it's my turn." My mouth watered, greedy for him again. But as much as I wanted to blow him until he erupted, I wanted him inside of me more.
And I would do my best to get my way.
I straddled him and rubbed my sopping wet seam and clit over the head of his fully erect cock. He was my sex toy, and I would use him how I wished.
He sucked air in through his teeth and grabbed my hips in a bruising hold. "No."
"This is my decision." I continued to stroke my slit over him, sliding along his shaft. "I want to feel you go balls deep."
"I promise one day I'll make love to you, but not now. Not yet."
"When?"
His eyes darkened from brown to deepest black. "Trust me on this. I will make love to you, but it won't be tonight, and it won't be like this."
I clenched him between my thighs and squeezed. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I wanted to push down on him so badly. Experience the burn as he opened me up. Experience being possessed body, mind, and soul.
"Please." A sob worked its way into my throat, and I studied his beautiful face. Saw the all-out war in his eyes. He wanted me, but he held back. Why? Why did he hold back?
The head of his cock nudged the outside of my pussy, one movement from me and I would no longer be a virgin. I willed him to go deeper. My hips gave little involuntary jerks urging me to take what I wanted, but I wouldn't take what he wasn't ready to give. It would be wrong.
"I know what I want, Kit. I want you."
"Don't do this," he said, there was an edge of pain in his voice. "I'm trying to save your heart."
"I'll decide if my heart needs saving or not."
He held my hips in a brutal grip that would surely leave fingertip shaped bruises on my skin. If I decided, screw it, and tried to slide onto him, his ruthless hold would prevent me.
Kit shifted his weight, causing his cock to go a teeny bit deeper, opening me wider than I'd ever been opened before.
I gasped. "More. Give me more."
"I won't fuck you, sweet Emma, and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise." He eased me from his lap and placed me on the floor once again rejecting me. A splinter of pain pierced my heart, and I wanted to hold my hands against my chest to ease the hurt.
"Then if you won't fuck me, I'll do it myself." Red-hot anger hit me hard, searing through all rational thought, and I brought my hand between my legs.
"Stop," he said giving an explicit command.
"Fuck you."
He grabbed one wrist and then the other and pinned me to the floor.
"Let me go."' I squirmed and wriggled, fighting his hold, but he was too powerful, too strong.
"Don't make me tie you up."
"Do it." An image of being bound beneath him, having no control over anything dissipated my anger and aroused me beyond belief, and I hated myself for wanting him as much as I did.
"Bad girls don't get what they want." He released my wrists, stood between my ankles, and kicked my legs apart. He fisted his cock and moved his hand in a slow, steady rhythm. The sight of him jerking off in front of me drove me insane.
"You have no idea how much I want you to slide your cock inside of me. I'm so wet and ready. See." I spread my legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy.
Desire flamed in his eyes, and he pumped his hand faster and harder.
"I want you to fuck me," I said. "And when you first take me, I don't want you to go easy. I want you to hammer into me and leave me with no doubt that you were my first." I eyed his cock, so ready to take me if only he'd give in. But he wouldn't. His resolve was unyielding. His willpower too strong.
My mouth watered along with my pussy, I wanted to glide my tongue up and down and all around him so I could feel every ridge and vein. The pace of his breathing increased, and from the way the veins in his neck bulged I could tell he was within seconds of coming.
With one final pull of his hand, he roared, the sound echoing off the rafters. Hot cum surged from his cock and splashed all over me, trickling between my breasts, and pooling in my belly button.
I gathered his cum in my fingers and moved down, down, down. When I reached my clit, I began to pleasure myself. If he got to come, so did I. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. His chest rising and falling in time with my movements.
A sharp spiral of pleasure shot through me, and I moved my fingers to my inner lips stroking hard and fast. I didn't concentrate on my movements or worry about finesse or how insane I looked. I needed to come, and I didn't care how that happened. There was no time for nice and slow.
"I'm going to come." I moved my fingers faster. My hips rose off the floor, bucking uncontrollably and pressure coiled inside seeking urgent release.
The crescendo of my climax hit, and an orgasm ripped through me. Everything but Kit's face faded. Nothing else in the universe existed but him.
I be
came mindless, crazed, and I was barely aware of Kit pinching and pulling my nipples.
My fingers worked at a feverish pace. My inner walls quaked. My body trembled and my cunt clenched.
I held my fingers in place, pressing down on my clit and rode out the waves.
In a blur, Kit was on his knees between my legs. He shoved my hand out of the way and pressed his tongue into me, causing another wave of overwhelming spasms.
The emotions rushing through me were much too forceful to endure. Too complex to understand. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and fixed them to the floor.
With every lap of his tongue, I rose higher and higher, and I couldn't stop thrusting against his mouth. My pussy wept, begging for him to fill it. I was lost to him, and I didn't know if I ever wanted to be found.
This beautiful, gorgeous, handsome man wanted me—desired me—but he wouldn't fully take me.
While he continued to press his tongue inside of me, he tapped the pad of his thumb against the nerves circling the puckered ring of my ass. And in a flash of fiery heat, an orgasm rocketed through me, my ass and pussy clenched and guttural cries fell from my lips. I was sure I would break into a million pieces and die. Cease to exist.
I screamed as if someone was trying to kill me and maybe, in a way, Kit was. He'd killed the old me and replaced her with the spread woman before him. He continued to drive his hot tongue into my pussy, and the signs of another orgasm rose inside of me. I didn't think I could stand it, but he continued taking what my body was willing to give.
"No more. Please no more." I strained to get away from him, but before I could, he gave me one final lick and then crawled up my body pressing kisses all over my skin, and when he reached my face, he pulled me into his arms and my eyes fluttered closed.
Chapter Fourteen
Kristian
"What's that noise," Emma asked sleepily.
"What noise?" I kept my eyes closed and burrowed into her warmth. We lay spooned on the floor by the embers of yesterday's fire and sometime during the night I'd covered us with a blanket. I buried my nose in Emma's hair and inhaled the scent of her lightly perfumed shampoo, enjoying the intimacy of the small act.
Today was our last day together, and when we got back to Rhias, I would have to explain who I was and why I'd kept it from her. None of the explanations I'd rehearsed in my head were good enough. I was prepared for her to despise me, but I hoped she'd understand and realize why I hadn't told her the truth.
"Kristian, you stupid, stupid boy."
"Fuck." My eyes shot open, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled and rose. Anger blazed in my gut, burning a hole the size of Europe. Beverly towered over us, fury covering her face. There was no way I could stop Emma finding out the truth. Not now.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
Emma sat up and wiped her bleary eyes. "Kit, what's happening?"
I grabbed my jeans from where they still lay on the floor and shoved them on. "Get dressed, Emma. Forgive me."
Confusion creased Emma's brow, and her eyes narrowed "Forgive you for what? Why's Beverly here and why'd she call you… Kristian?"
"I hope you have a good explanation for this." Beverly crossed her arms and tapped her foot in a fast staccato beat.
"Kit," Emma said, her voice quivering. "What's happening?"
"Open your eyes, girl," Beverly spat. "You've spent the last two days with Prince Kristian Ignatius Tandorf. Kit was his mother's pet name for him, but when she died, he insisted we address him as Kristian."
"What? No. You're wrong" Emma stood gripping the blanket to her chest, her face flushed red, and her bottom lip quivered. I would never forget the moment realization dawned on her face. It would haunt my dreams. Her entire body stiffened as if she were frozen in place. "Y-ou. Are you Prince Kristian? Have you been lying to me? Oh, God, all this time, you've been lying, haven't you?"
Unable to face her, I lowered my eyes to hide the shame she would find there, but that didn't stop guilt knifing my heart. "Let me explain."
"Explain? You can't explain."
I looked at her.
Her eyelids blinked furiously, holding back the tears shining in her now reddened eyes. The knife in my heart twisted.
Beverly stabbed a finger in my direction. "This little harlot is not going to ruin the Tandorf's name. I won't allow it."
A mass of rage whirled inside me, but before I released it and caused more damage, I briefly closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. On opening my eyes, I regarded Beverly coolly. "You're out of line. You have no right to call Emma anything so degrading. Apologize to her. And, I might add, you have no right to barge in here and act like a raving lunatic."
"Apologize? Never. The only raving lunatic I see here is you, your majesty." Her words dripped with sarcasm and contempt.
"Have you forgotten where your loyalty lies?" I asked.
"My loyalty lies with the King and what's best for the kingdom. You having a relationship with someone like her and putting Rhias at risk is not the best for our king and country. You're supposed to be looking for a wife, or have you forgotten that? The ladies who attended the banquet have been calling nonstop."
Heartbreaking comprehension dawned on Emma's face. "The night of the banquet when you met me at the fountain… You were choosing a wife… You used me." With the blanket wrapped around her body, Emma moved to gather her clothes. "I can't even with you people. I can't. You're all nasty liars and backstabbers. I need to get back to the real world." The crack in her voice all but knocked me over.
I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling her. Thought I was somehow protecting her, but the only person I was protecting was myself.
"I'll take you back to the castle. We can discuss everything on the way." I caught her hand, but she ripped it from my grip.
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not listening to anything else that comes out of your mouth. How could you do this to me? How could you lie to me? Make me believe you cared for me when all along I was just someone to live out your fantasies with. You're nothing but a fake and a liar, and I wish I'd never found that stupid piece of paper telling me you were married to my mother.
"I'm going to get dressed and then you—," she glared at Beverly and pointed a shaking finger, "—had better bring me to the transit station. The faster I get away from here, the better."
Chapter Fifteen
Emma
I felt cold with shock as if someone had grabbed a bucket of icy water and thrown it over my head. None of what was happening made sense.
I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I slammed the bathroom door and my lungs begged for air. Once inside, I silently sobbed and let the tears I'd refused to allow fall in front of Kristian flow down my cheeks. My heart was shattered, and there was no way I'd ever be able to put the pieces back together again.
Kit. Kristian. Him. His name ricocheted around my head, leaving my brain a muddled mess of confusion.
He was the man who'd married my mom. He was the one who'd walked down the aisle with her and said I do. The depth of his lies took the shattered pieces of my heart and ground them to dust.
I was a fucktard. A gullible moron. How dumb of me to think that Kit, or rather Prince Kristian, could care about or want someone like me? I was expendable. Someone he could get his rocks off with until he married the love of his life.
There was no fixing this, but I needed to figure how to handle it and fast. Should I fall on the floor and kick and scream at the unfairness of it all. Should I go out there and slap him across the face for the lies he'd fed me. Or should I hold my head up high and walk past him as if he were invisible.
Why had he done this? Why had he gotten so intimate with me? Why had he humiliated me? Made me think he'd cared about me.
I closed my eyes and thought back to when we'd first met. Thought about our time in the secret garden and about our time here. All those times I'd begged him to make love to me
now made sense. I guess there were just some things I wasn't good enough for. Like dipping his royal cock inside my low-class pussy.
I drew in a deep centering breath. What now? Since falling to the floor and wailing would be pointless. And slapping him across the face, although tempting, wouldn't achieve anything, walking out there with my head held high was my only option.
I shoved on my wrinkled clothes and stuck my hair into a messy topknot. What a fucking mess. For days, Prince Kristian was right in front of my face. The signs were all there, but I'd ignored them. Drivers don't dress in tailor-made tuxedos or come and go as they please. Who gives their driver access to secret gardens and ski mansions? Goddammit. He'd given me enough hints. The way he'd stumbled over the story of how Prince Kristian and his father loved to ski. How he'd worked for the kingdom because his father had and how he wouldn't want to do anything else. His father worked for the kingdom because his father was the fucking king. And then there was his mom. He said he'd lost her when he was young like me. I should have questioned him more. Maybe somewhere deep inside I knew who he was but wouldn't admit it. No. I shook my head. If I'd even suspected for one second he was the prince, I would have confronted him.
I couldn't face myself in the mirror. Didn't want to, but I needed to see how shitty I looked. When I left the bathroom, I wanted to look like I didn't give a flying fuck about him or his lies.
The mirror wasn't kind. A snotty, blotchy ogre stared back. There was no way to disguise I'd been bawling like a baby. The second I walked into the sitting room, Kit would know he'd broken my heart. He would know I loved him.
I splashed ice-cold water on my face. I could do this. I could hold my head up high, go out there and face them. I rolled my shoulders back and left the bathroom.
"Emma. Wait." Kit came towards me. I didn't look at him, but for a heartbeat I wanted to stop and fall into his arms, to have him tell me it was all a misunderstanding. I didn't. I remained strong and kept on walking.
I strode through the sitting room, into the hallway and ran upstairs to grab my things. When I had all of my stuff, I went downstairs, walked outside without a backward glance and climbed into the car.
