Secret Princess

by Rachel Angel

  Kaz smiled. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Tempest. You are much stronger than anyone has given you credit for. Even when some girl called you a Mary Sue, you proved her wrong. What Mary Sue are you if you can beat up an entire student body with your bare hands? And the critic who said it was ridiculous how you can beat up a bunch of boys who tried to fake a rape scene…she hasn’t seen you fight. Like Bruce Lee.”

  I had to crack a smile on that one. “Bruce Lee was my martial arts hero. Any chance I could get to fight like him against a group of henchmen types, I will.”

  Kaz looked at me admiringly, “You’re a badass, Tempest, a fuckingly beautiful and sexy badass whose ass I can’t get enough of.”

  “Kaz…”

  He walked up to me so quickly that I was already in his arms. His hands came down to cup my ass as he kissed my cheeks and whispered, “Tempest, I want you. Please give in to me just this once…”

  “No,” I said, pushing him away. “I won’t.”

  As alluring as Kaz was, and as much as my body wanted his, he had not yet fully apologized to me. He was not sorry for what he’d done to me, and he still felt justified for his bad actions.

  “You want me as much as I want you, baby,” Kaz said. “I could feel your skin heat up against me.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Kaz,” I said. “You pushed me away. You played with my mind. You bullied me, try to humiliate me, and then you got together and ended up being engaged to my biggest enemy…Veronica, the girl who had it for me even before I knew who she was. Fuck you, and fuck the royal fucking horse you came in on.”

  “Like I said,” Kaz said, “It was all because I needed to follow…”

  “Like I said, Kaz, or have you not read the memo…your school deliberately went out in search of a common-blood student to attend Kingsbury Prep. I was that student. So, according to Kingsbury Prep rules, laws, and bylines…I am rightfully here as a student, common or not. Fucking accept it and get over yourself. That is the Kingsbury Prep decree.”

  “But I own Kingsbury Prep. My family and my kingdom does,” Kaz said. “I make the laws here.”

  I glared at him for being so arrogant and so full of himself. “You may think you own Kingsbury Prep, Kaz. But you will never own me. And if you needed yet another reminder, Fuck You!”

  I gave him the double finger salute with both hands pressed between his perfectly threaded eyebrows, and marched out of my own room, leaving Kaz looking like I had just bitch slapped him.

  He still didn’t get it. He didn’t own me. He couldn’t just snap his fingers and expect me to come running to him.

  If he wanted me, he had to fight for me. Maybe even fight me for real.

  This Tempest is the new and improved one who had been broken by Kaz and the K3s a couple of days ago. I’d been broken once before as a child when Lily and I lost everything and hit rock bottom. We survived.

  And now, with me hell bent on revenge and righting the wrongs of injustice, the question is…whether Kaz, the K3s, and the Q2s will survive the tempest brewing in me.

  I pulled out my phone and texted Ricky.

  ME: Kaz visited me just now.

  RICKY: Want me to come over? What did

  he want?

  ME: To talk. He was jealous when I didn’t

  come back to my dorm room last night.

  He’s jealous of you.

  RICKY: Because of my monster cock?

  ME: Any guy would be, Ricky. I happen to

  find that part of you very irresistible.

  RICKY: Lucky me. Toughshit for them.

  Want me and my irresistible member to

  come by for a visit to the grand opening?

  ME: I left Kaz in my room. Is there

  somewhere private on campus where no

  one can find us? I want to go over my

  plans with you.

  RICKY: I know of a secret place here on

  campus. When I was small, my mom

  brought me to work and I had a chance to

  explore the castle. Well…I found a hidden

  room.

  ME: Exciting! Can’t wait to see it! Meet

  you outside the kitchen.

  RICKY: Can’t wait to see you.

  Chapter 10

  Tempest

  I met Ricky in the area before the large impressive cafeteria kitchen where he worked as a Sous Chef, along his mother.

  “How did you managed to rise to Sous Chef so quickly?” I asked. “Straight out of high school, too?”

  “I learn quickly,” Ricky said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to kiss me on top of my head.

  “You’re a man of multiple talents, besides being so well-endowed with a third leg.”

  “I knew I had to bring my A-game and my abnormally large cock when I said I’d compete for you, Tempest,” Ricky said.

  “I didn’t know I was a prize in a competition,” I said.

  Ricky coughed and said, “Tempest, you’re not, but you are. Because it’s in men’s natures to compete. You happened to be what many men want and desire…you invoke a lust in us that’s primitive and brings out the primal urges us cavemen have. It doesn’t matter where we come from or who we are…royals or common, if we’re a hot-blooded man, a woman like you inspires us to compete for you.”

  “I’m a primal urge for you?” I asked.

  Ricky brought my hand to his crotch which was already full and hard. Luckily he was wearing baggy black chef pants that would hide his girth. “This is just from my pussy radar. When you are anywhere in the vicinity, it wants to stand up and salute. I was hard all day long for you. I’d say this is definitely from a primal urge.”

  “Come on, Caveman,” I said, tugging him along. “Where is this mysterious hidden room you got me all excited about?”

  Ricky led me out of the cafeteria and into the main part of Kingsbury Castle. He turned around and said, “Before I forget,” he took my hand and opened it palm up to place a large object wrapped in a blue napkin in the middle. He unwrapped it and said, “I read somewhere that you love chocolate cake.”

  “No,” my eyes lit up.

  “This is from the bakery in town that I heard the princes dropped by one day to buy you a chocolate cake from.”

  A ball of emotion formed in my throat. It was my birthday, and Kaz, Hunter, and Ori had surprised me with a chocolate cake from the local bakery along with a room at Kaz’s place that they had decorated for me to remind me of home, California. It was one of the sweetest things those motherfuckers had ever done for me.

  “I didn’t want to remind you of those assholes,” Ricky said, seeing how I was choke up.

  I swallowed my emotions. I couldn’t let it get in the way of my revenge. Fucking Kaz and the spoiled rich motherfuckers at Kingsbury Prep needed to be taught a lesson…one that will hopefully help them become less asshole in the future.

  I took a large bite from the chocolate cake and said, “This is just what I needed.”

  Ricky’s worried expression changed to relief. “I ran down to town on my break to pick this up for you. I wanted to surprise you with something sweet, to offset the saltiness of my monster cock.”

  “You’re so sweet,” I said. “If only more guys were like you, life at Kingsbury Prep would be heavenly.”

  Ricky smiled, taking my free hand. “Royal blood or not, Tempest, I will always treat you like a Queen. My sausage-eating Queen.”

  He led me down a few hallways into an area near our campus library. From there, he took me down a winding staircase into a basement.

  We walked over to a stone wall where there was nothing but chains. He pulled one of them and the wall slid open, revealing a tunnel.

  Ricky produced a flashlight and handed it to me, while he switched on the tiny but powerful one from his shirt pocket. We walked through dust and cobwebs as thick as walls, which obviously have not been touched by human hands for at least a decade.

  “Wow,” I said. “Where are we?
”

  Ricky smiled as he led me into an area that showed footprints…child-sized footprints. “My favorite hiding place, Tempest.”

  “Those are your footprints,” I said. “From when you were little.”

  “About 12 years old,” Ricky said. “I was a late bloomer so my footprints were smaller than the size of a kid my age.”

  I was almost finished with my chocolate cake but fed the rest to Ricky with my clean hand that was holding the cake.

  He ate from my hands, gulping it down. Then he took my fingers and licked each one, while keeping his blue eyes on mine.

  “That was really good,” he said, licking his lips. “I’d like to make my own version of it for you sometime.”

  I was already aroused by his sensual cleaning of my fingers.

  He moved to stand behind me and reached down to pull my pleated plaid skirt up while delving his long fingers down the front of my panties to rub my clit.

  With his other hand, he reached underneath my bra to pull it up and rub my nipples in circles.

  “Oh Ricky,” I moaned. “You really know how to get me going.”

  “I want to inaugurate my favorite hiding place by making love to you here,” he said. “Because,” he rubbed me harder until I was panting and grinding against his hand for more. He turned me around to face me as he kissed me, taking my lower lips into his and sucking on it while he pushed my panties down and lowered his pants.

  I could feel the heat of his hard-on against me, large and hard, yet soft to the touch. He plunged into me, riding me hard, kissing me hard, fucking me as though we were the last remaining persons in the kingdom.

  Then we both screamed out in ecstasy before he held me tight, letting my orgasm sear through me.

  Afterwards, he kissed me gently, pushing my hair away from my sweaty brow.

  “This,” Ricky said, “place, Tempest,” Ricky said, “is special to me and to you now. We made love and memories here. But, since I found out from my research of Kingsbury Castle, this room happened to be the room that belonged to the girl Kingmaker. Kingsbury’s daughter, your ancestor, whom legend has said also had your looks and coloring.”

  A chill filled the air, and I felt as though I had been touched by the spirits and memories of ancient days long gone. I shivered and Ricky covered me with his arms.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Why what?” Ricky asked back.

  “Why were you researching Kingsbury, the Kingmaker? What interests do you have in him?”

  “I have always held a fascination for history, especially local history,” Ricky said. “But in this case, I think you mentioned something about being related to Kingsbury so I had to research more about it. The fact it tied into my secret room made it even more interesting.”

  “How did you find this place at all? I mean you were only 12 years old. How does a 12 year old find a place like this when no one else throughout history ever did?”

  “Coincidence? Maybe I was meant to find it?” Ricky asked. “But look here…” he led me to an area that was clean and pristine as though time had stopped to this moment, preserved in history. On the wall were portraits. One of a girl who looked like me, but was dressed in the fashion of centuries ago. That was her…the Kingmaker. I could feel it in my entire being.

  “That’s her, the girl in my dreams…I mean I was her in my dream,” I said. “She looks like me even.” Another chill ran down my spine and goosebumps raised along my skin.

  I raised my phone up and snapped a photo. I had to show Lily. The resemblance was remarkable. Seeing the portrait of our ancestor cemented our ties to Kingsbury and to the castle.

  Next to the portrait was another portrait… that of a scenery. A pageantry of some kind where regalias waved in the wind. Young men on majestic horses were approaching a castle. At close glance, it appeared to be Kingsbury Castle’s gate. There were four young men wearing crowns and one far to the side wearing a knight’s armor. Blonde hair fell from his mask.

  I suddenly felt a freezing draft go through me, chilling me to the bone. “Ricky,” I said. “This painting. It looks like there were four princes in here and then there was a knight with blonde hair.” My eyes met his, and he understood the significance of the painting.

  “It can’t be,” Ricky said.

  “The Kingmaker had the ability to see visions,” I said. “Kingsbury and then his daughter were kingmakers because they could see the future.”

  “This is too much of a coincidence,” Ricky said.

  “I know,” I said, looking into the eyes of my ancestor’s portrait. “Did you want me to see the future?” I asked the portrait. “Or the past?”

  “That knight in the painting,” Ricky said, “He has a bee symbol on his chest plate.” Ricky turned to me and said, “My surname is Honeywell. I think that knight was my ancestor. He was meant to protect her, the Kingmaker, to be her champion. But…” his face fell. “As knights were back then, they fell in love with the lady of the castle, only to love them from afar.” He held me and said, “I want to love you now, in my arms, not afar.”

  “I don’t know what this painting is meant to be,” I said. “But I’ll take it with a grain of salt. You aren’t loving me from afar. You’re here now with me, and we just made passionate love right here in this room.”

  Ricky raised my hand then and kissed my knuckles like a knight would his lady.

  It was a simple gesture, but somehow it struck me as one that was not so common today as it was back in my ancestor’s time.

  “I have to plan my act of revenge on the K3,” I said. “It’ll be the way for me to save them, save their future.”

  “How?” Ricky asked.

  “They need to change the way they are, see things differently. Open up their minds and eyes to things or they will lose what they have.”

  “Why bother?” Ricky asked, a streak of jealousy suddenly in his eyes. “You have me, Tempest. Aren’t I enough for you?”

  “Ricky,” I said. “I’ve known the K3’s in a way that makes me still care for them. I do, but I need to make them see things differently. I care for you too, and just because I care for them does not mean I can’t care for you too.”

  I reached up to touch his cheeks with the palm of my hands, thinking almost of how my gesture seemed like something out of my ancestor’s time.

  It didn’t matter. The gesture had its effect on Ricky and he leaned into my palm, savoring my touch. “You care for me, Tempest?”

  “You’re growing on me, Ricky,” I said. “I was surprised at first, but now…” I kissed him. “I’m very fond of you.” I led Ricky to an ancient wood and velvet plush chair at a wooden table. “Now, this is what I plan to do.”

  I went through each plan and each scenario with Ricky, asking if he could help me with some of the details. We sat there for hours, discussing every detail and mapping out action plans for each of us before we emerged from the hidden room, the tunnels, and up into the now darken library above.

  It was close to midnight when Ricky walked me back to my dorm.

  “Stay with me,” I said, pulling him into my room.

  “Tempest, I wish I can. I want to, but I don’t think my employers would like it if they caught me sleeping with a student at Kingsbury Prep, especially in her dorm room.” He kissed me on my forehead and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Promise. You have to let me know how the first one goes.”

  “Good night,” I said, closing my door. Once I was in my room, I search everywhere for any cameras and recording devices. Since coming to Kingsbury Prep, I’ve learned that dorm rooms’ security and privacy were practically non-existent.

  For my revenge plans to work, I needed secrecy and privacy. But I also needed to act like everything was normal. Hence, I needed to stay in my dorm room. Eat my meals at the Cafeteria, and go to my classes as scheduled.

  I couldn’t find any cameras after sweeping my room for some, but just in case, I pushed all my furniture against the wall, creating a
large space for me to set up a large pop-up tent where I began working on a few of my devices. I brought out my tools and the few things I packed with me from SF, and began working well into the night on my first Kingsbury Prep act of revenge.

  Chapter 11

  Tempest

  I had gym class this morning and was changing in the girl’s locker room when Sabrina walked in.

  Seeing her in the gym reminded me of the last time she and I spoke. I had just convinced her to leave her clique, made up of only she and Veronica, called the Q2. She said she would leave if I could find her another Miracle Brush that I helped create at 3 Kings Technologies. It was the one thing she craved for since her hair was falling out, and the Miracle Brush she had was working wonders for her thick blonde mane.

  “Hey Sabrina,” I shouted to her. “Guess what I found when I went back to my home during Spring Break?”

  I pulled out two brand new Miracle Brush. One rose gold and the other black.

  Her eyes lit up. “The Miracle Brush,” she cried out. “I thought they didn’t make this anymore.”

  “Well, since I took back my parents company where this was designed and manufactured, I brought it back. So you can thank me for bringing it back on the market.”

  “Oh that’s wonderful!” Sabrina said, reaching out for the rose gold. “Just in time to replace my old one, which broke.”

  “Hold on, Sabrina,” I said pulling the rose gold Miracle Brush away from her grabby hands. “I did some upgrading with these so it would be more powerful. It hasn’t been truly tested yet, but…”

  “Oh I don’t care. As long as it’s sorta like the old one, I’ll have it. I need it.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Try at your own risk.”

  Sabrina grabbed the rose gold Miracle Brush out of my hands then and squealed, running over to her locker and shoving it in as though she was afraid I’d change my mind and want it back.