by Sophie Starr
He grinned like the fool he was about to be played for. “That's more like it.”
We got up off the floor and walked to the bed. I ran my hands down his muscled torso. He was a work of art, as far as men went. His body was beautiful. His cock even more so. I encompassed one of his nipples and sucked, making him suck his breath when I bit.
I dragged a hand down, scratching lightly until I reached his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing. He gulped, forcing me to fight my grin. I bent down, licking his torso and stomach. I dropped to my knees, wrapping my hands around to his cheeks and squeezed, digging my nails in. He jumped a bit. I licked up the shaft of his cock.
I dug my nails in again, driving him into my mouth when he moved to escape the sharp scratch. I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him than I had ever before. His hands dug into my hair but I pulled back.
I knew what he was about to do. Once he started pulling my hair there was no way I could stop myself. I would let him have whatever he wanted.
I dragged my hand along his wet shaft, squeezing several times. He moaned, trying to get a grip on the hair at the back of my head.
I stood up, pushing him back. He smiled as he fell back onto the bed. I crawled up onto him, positioning myself over his erect cock. He lifted his hands to touch me but I pushed them down. “Sire, let me show you just how much I love you.” I pushed his arms behind his head and positioned his cock into my wet cunny. I slowly sat back, sliding down onto him. Every time with him was like the first. His girth always stretched me the first couple strokes. I lifted up and pushed back down, trying not to enjoy the feel too much. I loved how much he was enjoying it. He writhed like he wanted me to go faster but I didn't. I kept the slow and steady pace neither of us liked.
I moaned, arching my back and rotating my hips. I leaned back, still riding him. I could see his arms twitching with need to touch me. I reached my hands up, cupping my breasts and moaning. I rolled my nipples, making them stand on end.
He bit his lip but maintained his arms behind his head. His legs flexed, helping him thrust slightly. I reached my other hand down and started rubbing between my legs.
He looked like he might attack me, but showed restraint.
I started to laugh as I felt the build up of heat inside of me. “You know, Sire, I think you were right about taking it slow.” I rubbed faster, clenching my body tightly and orgasming on his cock. I moaned into the waves.
He shook his head. “You enjoy that?”
I smiled. “I did, Sire.” I pulled myself forward, taking his beautiful lip in my teeth. I bit down as I lifted myself off of his cock. His hands lifted but I pushed down on his biceps and shook my head. I climbed off of him. “Please wait here, Sire.” I smirked when I said it. He sat up, looking savage.
I picked a robe up from the bureau and walked to the door. “I love you so much, I am willing to make every moment of your life exciting.” I bowed. “Sire.” I opened the door and ran down the hall pulling it on.
I could hear him cussing, but I stayed silent when I made it down to the second level of the castle. It was dark in the halls, even the servants were in their beds. I crept into the dining hall and hid under the table. My stomach was full of flutters. I wanted so badly for him to catch me.
I didn't hear anything. I stayed where I was for a moment before creeping along the wall and ducking into his office.
“Ella!”
My spine tingled when his soft whisper filled the air. I ducked behind his desk and stayed perfectly still.
His footsteps were not soft like mine. He moved as if he knew where I was.
I held my breath when they got closer.
“You know, I do feel like the luckiest of men. You are beautiful, unreasonable, amusing, foolish in the best way and you make me feel like I am on fire.” He stopped in front of the office and sighed. “Like right now, my blood is on fire.”
His head turned sharply, looking into the office. “You think I wouldn't know the sound of my own heart beating. I gave it to you for safe keeping, but I still recognize the sound of it.” He closed the door to the office and pressed his back against it.
A broad smile crossed my lips.
“This little game of yours has intrigued me.”
I stayed where I was, ready to run. He dashed suddenly, around the side of the desk. I tried to run to the other side but his long arm grabbed me. I screamed, the game had become real almost.
He pulled me across the desk, rolling me and pressing my face into the mahogany desk. He bent over me, whispering into my ear. “My love, you will now refer to me as Sire in this room as well.” His legs kicked mine apart as he ripped the robe from my body.
A smile owned my face, no matter how much I feared his wrath. His hands fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them. I felt them drop down his legs. He licked my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth.
“I can’t believe I will have a lifetime of you. A lifetime of this.” He shoved himself into me. I gasped into the desk. I heard him lick something. “And now you will find out the cost of your misdeeds.” I felt something insert into my anus. It wasn't like the last time, it was slow and steady. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of me as he pressed his finger into me.
I tensed against him but he whispered. “Relax. Let it happen.”
“I can’t relax.”
He pressed his cock into me, slid his free hand up my back and took a fistful of my hair at the base of my head. He tugged, making me huff my breaths. He tugged harder, inserting his finger all the way. He moved it slowly, stretching me out, before letting go of my hair and beginning thrusting again.
He moved in and out of both my holes, confusing me. I felt a type of pleasure I hadn’t since the first time Lord Grey had licked my cunny. It was tied to the wicked deed the king was doing to me. I liked sexual acts to be risqué.
“You like that, don't you? You like that I control your pleasure?”
I nodded into the desk, “Yes, Sire.”
He thrust harder, slamming me into the desk. I moaned.
“I told you, you are special kind of girl.”
I pressed back into his finger filling my anus and his cock still stretching my sex. He removed his finger and pumped into me wildly, fucking me against his desk.
When he came I felt his legs buckle slightly. He made sounds I had never heard him make before. He collapsed on top of me, breathless and shaking his head. “I have never loved this desk more.”
I laughed but he stayed where he was heaving his breaths.
The next day, as I was being tied into my wedding dress by Abbi and Bethany, I looked into the mirror in my room. It was the very room we used when he had made me watch us.
I watched as my face blushed thinking about it.
“The king and the prince both declined the invitation?” Bethany asked.
“Only Prince Charmant. Everyone else is here. They were arriving today.”
Abbi gushed. “I do wish your parents could see you so happy.”
I smiled at her in the mirror. “Me too. But I suppose I will start my own family now.”
Abbi looked shocked. “Who will be your nurse?”
I gave her a bright smile. “I don't know. Are you up for it?”
She laughed. “No. I will come and visit. But a full-time babe at my age? I daresay I am far too old for that.”
Bethany smiled at me. “I could come and stay and help out.”
I looked back at her. “No. We must get you wed. The king has many cousins who are wealthy and available.”
She blushed. “I am getting too old to find a man. You know what Mother always said about my beauty?”
I grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You are a beautiful person. You are the only one in our whole family who is.”
She furrowed her brow. “Do not say that. You saved me from the dungeons.”
“You didn't belong there. You are kind, you always were.”
She lowered her gaze again.
“I might have been kinder. I might have tried harder to defy Mother.”
I winced. “No. Your mother and sister are where they deserve to be. I am glad you were spared her wicked temper.”
I looked back at my reflection. “I have my demons to contend with because of her. I am glad you were spared.”
There was a knock at the door, interrupting us. “It is time, milady.”
I smiled and turned for the door.
Bethany and Abbi giggled like little girls as we left the room and made our way out to the cathedral. The town was gathered. People tossed flower petals at me as I walked, like I was under a shower of them. It was beautiful.
When I got inside of the cathedral, the king of my lands was there. He offered me his arm and a smile. “Though you will not be my daughter, you will be my cousin. Will you allow me to give you away?”
I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I would be honored.”
He led me down the aisle to where the most handsome man in the whole world was waiting. He looked stunning in his wedding clothes. When his eyes lifted and he saw me, there was something in his glance. It was like watching him witness a miracle. He clenched his jaw, like he was worried he would cry.
The king handed me to him, pressing my hands into his cousin’s. He bent forward and kissed my cheek and walked back to a seat at the front.
I turned and looked at my future husband. I smiled, feeling the tears floating in my eyes.
My jaw trembled where his was perfectly still to the point of fierceness. I smiled at him. “Stop trying to be so brave,” I whispered.
He shook his head subtly.
When the new cardinal (the old cardinal had been relieved of his position) spoke the hymns, I started to relax.
I started to float in the passionate blue eyes staring down on me as though I had committed a crime. I knew that was his look of love—everyone else must have been terrified for me though.
When the final words were spoken, “You may now kiss your bride,” the king leaned in and lightly brushed my lips with his.
“What was that? I daresay you better have more for me later.”
He scowled. “Your rule, no putting objects inside of you in front of others. I assumed my tongue was an object.”
I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Wise choice, Your Grace.”
He turned, facing the people and holding my hand in the air. “I give you Queen Ellsinore Beaumont, my wife.” He leaned into me, whispering down on me but making it look like he was kissing my head. “I have some objects I definitely wish to put into you later.”
I smiled down on our people. “If you can catch me.”
He kissed again. “I do love you, with all my heart.”
I looked up at him. “And I you, Sire.”
He grinned like the fool he was going to be played for. I had found a better hiding place.
And they lived happily (naughtily) ever after.
The End
If you like naughty fairy tales check out Beauty’s Beast or The Club, which are both available now!
Other Books by Sophie Starr
The Single Lady Spy Series
The End of Me
The End of Games
The End of Tomorrow
The End of Lies
The Lonely Duet
The Lonely
LOST BOY
Standalone novels
Castaways
My Side
The Long Way Home
For Love or Money
Lost in La La Land
Naughty Fairytales
Sinderella
Beauty’s Beast
The Club
Sophie Starr came to life when a young 16 year old girl wandered into the library searching for an Anne Rice novel. The card catalogue, because it was the dark ages, had given a pen name for Anne Rice but the book was hard to find.
Nowhere on the shelves amongst Anne Rice's other books was the one the girl sought.
So she examined the card better, seeing the book was in a different section, the romance section.
The girl discovered The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A. N. Roquelaure, the one she was seeking, amongst the other romance novels.
It didn't look like Anne's other books.
It wasn't large.
It wasn't thick.
The cover wasn't impressive.
It was small and simple and yet there was something intriguing about the art on the cover.
So she carried it up to the librarian and checked it out. The librarian gave her quite the look when she walked out with the small book in hand.
That night she cracked the book, unaware that every single thing in her world was about to shift.
The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty might as well have been called The Ruin of Innocence.
But what an end.
And what a beginning for a young mind.
Anne Rice is a genius and Sophie's hero in many respects. She freed a small part of Sophie that night. That's what fantasy does for us, isn't it? It frees us so we might try something new, even if just by reading it.
Welcome to the twisted world of Sophie Starr!
We hope you like it dark!
