His Royal Majesty : A Royal Wedding Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

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  “Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m a bad girl. I’m a nasty girl.” WHACK! “I need a spanking. Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck me hard!”

  “You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you like this? Huh?” SMACK! “Is that what you want?”

  “Oh, God, yes!” WHACK! “Oh, God, please don’t hurt me! I swear I’ll be good. Please!”

  He moaned and panted louder. “You’ll be a good! Ha! That’s a laugh. You’ll be good when I punish you into being good!” WHAP! “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” The belt fell again and again.

  “You’re right. I’m not good. Not at all. Oh, God, yes!” SMACK!

  Marlee couldn’t talk anymore. The intensity overwhelmed her senses, and her eyes watered a little.

  It stopped instantly. She heard the belt drop to the floor.

  He lay beside her, wrapped his arm around her and pressed his forehead to hers.

  He inched his lips closer to hers. “God dammit, you’re beautiful.” He said, gazing down at her.

  Marlee didn’t open her eyes. No one ever thrashed her like that before. Ash left her every nerve and emotion raw and exposed.

  His bare hand touched her sore ass again. He caressed the stripes cutting into her flesh. He tickled down between her legs to the wet folds around her opening. He didn’t shove his way inside again, though.

  He purred under his breath. “God, you look so good. You don’t know how damn good you look from back here.”

  His hands gently covered more territory. He smoothed up her sides and under her shirt. He squeezed her breasts in both hands until she moaned all over again. She whimpered for him, but he wouldn’t touch her—not where she really wanted him to.

  He pinched her nipples and grasped both hips in his hands. He pushed her back and forth until she rotated her ass in front of him.

  If only he would take her, she would explode all over him.

  One hand glided behind her, back to the soaking wet opening he just stretched wide for his use. He gently swirled his fingers inside, but he didn’t work her into orgasm. Not yet. He just toyed and titillated her until she panted and moaned in craven hunger.

  All of a sudden, something hot and wet touched her engorged pussy. A strong wet probe burrowed between her butt cheeks and licked up and down her raging slit. His hands still held her hips in a firm grip.

  Holy shit! He was doing it. He said he would, and he did it. She should know by now not to doubt his word. He ate her up and down. He tickled her back door and devoured her sore tissues between his teeth. He worked his way lower and tormented her hard clit until she backed into him with all her might.

  She ground her pussy to ribbons on his face. She panted higher, on her way to the greatest climax of her life when his hand came down on her ass. His palm stung the stripes he just gave her. She jumped up, but he wouldn’t let her go. He stuck his tongue into her hole, and her juices dribbled into his mouth.

  He ate faster and harder. He stuck his fingers into her pussy and nagged her deepest anatomy to distraction. She couldn’t bear it. She crushed her sweet cunt on his face and exploded into loud orgasmic cries.

  In an instant, he was on his feet. He rose to his full height behind her. “Turn around. Get on your knees in front of me. Let me see you looking up at me with those big eyes of yours.”

  She couldn’t stop sobbing in wretched delight. God, what a man he turned out to be! He deserved to be worshipped on her knees. She adored him. She’d been looking for someone just like him and hadn’t found him until now. She struggled to get her head together. She crawled around on her hands and knees to take her place at his feet. She bent her head to gaze up at him with her sex-starved eyes.

  He would whip his cock out and stick it down her throat in a second. She wanted nothing else but to take his steaming load all over her face. He set his hands on his hips. “Take my pants off.”

  She went to work on his pants for all she was worth. She unbuttoned them and eased the zipper over his throbbing bulge. She slid them down, along with his briefs. She pushed them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes so she could take his pants all the way off.

  His cock jumped up. She tried to catch it in her mouth, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back. “Did I tell you to suck my cock? Did I tell you to touch me?”

  She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “No, sir.”

  He petted her check. “That’s right, baby. You know how to mind your manners, don’t you?”

  She cast a glance down at that pulsating slab of meat. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock. Please, I want to so bad.”

  He threw her back. She fell to her ankles. “I’ll tell you when to suck my cock. You keep your place until I tell you otherwise.”

  She looked down at her hands. “Yes, sir.”

  He stripped his shirt and jacket the rest of the way off. He tossed them onto his pile of clothes and stood before her in all his masculine power. His chest seethed with his breath. His muscles strained under the skin, and his hips angled down into a tight triangle where his cock stuck out from a bed of fine hair.

  He took hold of his cock and pointed it at her face. “Is this what you want, baby? Is this the cock you want to fuck you?”

  “Yes, please, sir. I want it so hard.”

  He jerked his head sideways. “Get on the bed.”

  She scurried over to the bed. Her knees wobbled when she put her weight on her feet, but she managed to get there without falling over.

  Ash stood next to the bed and watched until she stretched out on her back. He climbed onto the bed, turned her onto her side, and slid in behind her.

  Her heart fluttered in tremulous excitement. This was it, the moment she waited for. He had her on his bed, in his house in Queens or wherever they happened to be. He had her where he wanted her. He made her submit, and now he would finish her off.

  He stuck his hand under the pillow and brought out something dark. She didn’t get a good look at it until he raised her hands over her head. He lashed the black thing around her wrists and threw a few knots around the bed rail. She stared in horror at the thing tying her. It was a thick leather strap. How many girls did he tie to his bedpost with that? She was just joking when she mentioned it at the restaurant. Now here she was in living color.

  Before she could argue or say anything, he cinched the strap tight. He clasped one hand around her pussy and eased her back against him. His hard cock poked between her butt cheeks. He was moving in on her. This is what she’d been waiting for, and he wouldn’t let her get away now.

  She gasped for breath. Could she really do this? God, though, she wanted it. Wanted all of this. His hand tightened around her cunt. Her clit jumped against his palm. Tension and anxiety mingled with her deepest desires. She bucked against his hand to light her fire all over again.

  He nuzzled his cock into her ass, but he didn’t bend it to find her wet pussy. He jabbed his thick head into her darkest hole. His teeth clamped on her ear, and his voice rumbled into her soul. “You want this, don’t you? You’re my bad, bad girl, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Do you want this? Huh?”

  She whined, “Oh, please. Oh, please, don’t hurt me. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it.”

  He scooped up his other hand under her arm. He gripped under her chin and craned her head back to rest on his shoulder. His voice hypnotized her. It came from somewhere in her darkest soul, “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. I’m going to make you scream and ome all over my hard cock. You know you want that, don’t you?”

  She couldn’t answer. He hooked his fingers into her pussy, and his palm caressed her clit. He heaved her back onto his cock, and it popped into her black hole. She cried out loud, but he wouldn’t stop. He screwed it in another fraction of an inch.

  She couldn’t protest. His hand around her pussy excited her to a raging inferno. She had to ride that hand to get herself off, and when she did, she worked herself back
against his dick. Christ, that thing was so damn thick! How could she take that in her ass?

  She had to. She had to. She had to come on his hand, and her hips couldn’t stop moving. She pulsed back and forth, and he copied her movements. Every time she backed into him, he thrust forward to meet her. Her wetness lubricated his passage.

  The farther in he got, the more torrential passion swept over her. She rocked and kicked against his hand while his cock devoured her insides. How did this happen? She no longer cared. She needed to destroy herself on this man. She had to take everything he dished out. This is something she’d dreamt about, a man doing this to her. None seemed up to it. None were kinky enough or would ever spank a girl with their belt.

  He worked all the way in until his hips touched her ass, but she couldn’t rest. She heaved against his hand. Her clit ached, and his fingers triggered her insides to come all over again. She shrieked and tossed, but the strap held her in place. His hands owned her. His body occupied her, body and soul.

  She rode down hard on his fingers, and he plugged her full of himself from behind. He thundered in her ears, but she couldn’t hear a thing he said. He bellowed all the nasty names in the book, but his cock told a different story. Her inner muscles stroked his length. He sank his teeth into her ear. His sweat trickled down her back. He couldn’t keep this going any better than she could.

  She panted and shrieked until she was hoarse. She pushed her ass against his hips to drive that demon cock into her. She couldn’t see or think or hear anything. She knew only his body, his cock, his hands, and his white-hot load filling her beyond belief.

  YES! This was the fulfillment she hadn’t found until she met this beast of a man. Finally! God, she came and came.

  Colton lounged on the couch in his den. He rested his head on one arm of the couch and his feet on the other while Marlee put their parents’ presents under the Christmas tree. Colton yakked about Christmases gone by, but Marlee didn’t hear.

  Already Saturday the 23rd rolled around, and she still hadn’t been able to escape long enough to buy Colton a present. The situation started to look desperate when his voice startled her out of her daydream. “So what do you want to do today? We can’t sit around here all day.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Ash still wants to take us to the caroling downtown. What do you think of that?”

  Marlee kept her back turned. “Nah.”

  “What’s the matter? You don’t want to go anywhere with Ash anymore. What happened on your big date night? Don’t tell me he hurt your feelings like I said he would.”

  “No, he didn’t hurt my feelings.” She his her face from him.

  “Did you go home with him?”

  “You said you didn’t want to hear about it.”

  “You’ve been moping around here ever since. You’re not your usual glowing self.”

  She shot him a grin. “I am so.”

  “Well, you better fess up. You’ll feel a lot better if you get it off your chest. I’m your big brother, and I demand to know what happened. It’s for your own good, young lady.”

  She sat back on her heels. “Nothing happened. We had great sex. That’s all that happened.”

  “So why are you so glum about it?”

  “I’m not glum. You said Ash doesn’t play for keeps, so why should I go out of my way to see him again?”

  “Going to the caroling with him—I mean, with both of us—is hardly going out of your way to see him. It’s a simple casual outing. If you don’t care and he doesn’t care, what difference does it make?”

  “What if he’s asking me out—I mean, what if he’s asking us out—in that way? What if he wants something more?”

  “He doesn’t. Trust me. He wants something to do, and I do, too. Come on. We’re going. I’m making a command decision, and we’re not spending December 23rd sitting around here watching TV.”

  Marlee couldn’t help but smile at him. “You’re really taking this dominant male business seriously, aren’t you? All right. We can go.”

  “Just don’t jump Ash’s bones right there in Times Square, okay?”

  At that moment, Colton’s phone beeped. He dug it out of his pocket and checked the screen. “Crap.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  He swung his legs over the couch. “Can the caroling. I gotta go.”

  Marlee sat up. “You gotta go! Where?”

  “I have to go down to the docks. The shipping crews didn’t get the memo about the new regulations. They’re up in arms, and the city won’t let them land their cargo if they don’t comply. I have to rush down there to sort it out. I’ll be back in a little while, and then I’ll take you out on the town. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

  Marlee sat down again. “That’s okay. I didn’t want to go to the caroling anyway. Take all the time you want. I’ll have dinner on the table when you get back.”

  He threw his coat around his shoulders and stuck on a hat. “Don’t go all Martha Stewart on me, or I won’t know what to think.” He raced out of the apartment and left her alone.

  She finished arranging all the presents under the tree. She cleaned up the room and folded the blankets on the couch where she usually slept. She was just about to click on the TV to wait for him to come back when she had a brilliant idea. Now would be the perfect time to sneak out and buy him a present.

  She snatched her jacket and boots and headed along the winding pathways to the front entrance garden. She laced up her boots and wrapped her scarf around her neck when the doorbell chimed.

  She hadn’t heard that sound before. She didn’t recognize it, but it came from the direction of the front door, so she guessed that’s what it was. She opened it and frowned.

  There stood Ash, all wrapped up in his winter garb.

  His face twisted into a grin. “Don’t look so happy to see me.”

  “I’m happy to see you, but I was just going out. I can’t stick around to chat.”

  “Good. Then you can come out to the caroling with me.”

  She waved her hand and closed the door behind her. He followed her on the way to the elevator. “I don’t have time. I have to buy Colton a present before he gets back.”

  Ash looked around. “Where is he?”

  “He went to the docks to sort out some disagreement about the new regulations. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll come with you. I can help you decide what to get him.” He stepped into the elevator with her.

  “That’s all right. I’d rather go alone.”

  Ash faced her inside the car. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

  Marlee’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not trying to avoid you. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea. We had a nice time the other night. Let’s just leave it at that.”

  “I’m not getting the wrong idea. I’m asking you to go and see the Christmas carols with me. What’s so complicated about that?”

  “What comes after that? Are you going to ask me out to dinner again?”

  “What if I did?”

  She shook her head. “Don’t start that. You know this isn’t a good idea.”

  “Come on, Marlee. Just come out and listen to the carols. Then we’ll pick up a present for Colton, and that will be the end of the story.”

  She cocked her head to one side. “Do you promise?”

  * * *

  He held up his hand. “If that’s what you want, I swear, I won’t ask again.”

  She brightened up. “All right. Just this once.”

  The elevator whooshed open, and he escorted her out of the building. He didn’t have a limo waiting, thank the Lord. He called a cab like any regular Joe.

  Marlee got in, but she stiffened at the thought of what they did the last time they rode in a cab.

  She didn’t want to admit it to herself, and she didn’t want to admit to Colton how she felt about her date with Ash for sure. He blew her out of the water with the be
st sex of her life. She didn’t want to see him for fear she would get caught caring about him when she didn’t want to.

  She kept her eyes turned forward. Lights and decorations crowded every square inch of the city. People rushed here and there to buy last-minute presents.

  Ash stared straight ahead, too. Neither made any attempt to talk.

  The cab skidded up to the curb, and Ash got out. He held the door open for Marlee. She stood on the sidewalk while he paid the fare. He rounded on her with his face set. “Are you ready to go?”

  She nodded, and they set off down the street. Faint music wafted through the air. He kept a polite distance. He didn’t try to touch her or even hold her hand. You could cut the tension with a knife. What in the Sam Hill, did she agree to this disaster for? She should have given him a definite no and gone out alone to hunt for Colton’s present. Now she was saddled with this.

  Hundreds of people crowded the streets long before they got anywhere near the carolers. Ash kept working his way farther and farther into the throng. Once, Marlee fell behind. He cast a glance over his shoulder to see if she was still there, but when he didn’t see her right behind him, he turned around and took her hand.

  She didn’t balk. She let him guide her through the packed bodies. How he got through, she never understood. He wormed his way farther and farther forward until he got right in front of the stage.

  The voices rose and fell in harmonic strains. They sent tingles down Marlee’s spine, and she started to relax into the moment. The glorious holiday cheer, the delirious happiness of Christmas mingled in the air. People rocked, swayed and sang along with the music until Marlee couldn’t help but join in.

  She heard a deep male voice adding to the chorus, and she turned to see Ash singing, too. He smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand. She had him to thank for this moment. She dreaded coming with him when she shouldn’t have avoided him in the first place.