His Majesty (Rough Royals)

by Sara Fields

  “You would do that for me?” I asked.

  “I would do anything for you,” he replied, with more assurance than I expected.

  His words made my heart melt inside and I nestled myself against him.

  “I have much to show you today,” he began. “I want to show you the kingdom of Savoy and teach you a little bit about who I am. It’s late, so we should perhaps just do brunch, but we will spend the day together and this evening we will share dinner together. How does that sound, baby girl?”

  “That would be really nice,” I whispered, and I meant it. Everything I had experienced here so far felt like some unbelievable mystery or even some fairy tale and it would be nice to put a dose of reality to it. It would be useful to see it myself.

  “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked. “You can have anything you want.”

  “Hmmmm. A Belgian waffle covered in all different kinds of berries,” I ventured. “And maybe a mimosa,” I added.

  “Your wish is the king’s command,” he answered lightly, and I moaned with disappointment as he unfurled his arms from my waist. He leaned backwards and climbed out of bed, pulling his cell phone out of the pocket of the black slacks he was wearing the night before.

  He made a quick call and I noticed the tone of his voice changed from when he was with me alone. He was harder, more expectant, and far more forceful. After he ordered the food, he instructed whoever was on the other line to prepare a car for him to leave when he was ready. I was left wondering how very big this place was and how it had existed for so long without being discovered.

  I wanted to ask, but I found myself distracted by the hardness of his cock. His mouth curved up in a grin that showed me that he noticed, but he didn’t say anything to confirm that he did. Instead, he walked into the closet and pulled on a pair of black boxer shorts and a dark pair of jeans. He pulled out a burgundy button-up shirt and slowly shrugged it over his shoulders. Once he was fully dressed, he disappeared around the corner and came back a moment later, this time with a flowy piece of fabric in his fingers. It was lavender, dark purple, and various shades of blue. He held it up for me to see. It was a beautiful dress that reminded me of the night sky shortly after sunset.

  “Come here, baby girl. Let me take care of you today,” he said softly, and I found that I wanted to do as he asked. Carefully, I climbed out of bed even as my tired muscles protested and walked over to him, still completely naked. His gaze wove up and down my body in appreciation and I found that I felt beautiful for him in that moment even though I was totally bare. I liked that.

  I swayed my hips a little and he smiled, clearly enjoying the show.

  “Naughty girl. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his voice deepening with his own arousal. I winked, smiling myself as I grew more comfortable in teasing him when he was alone with me like this. When I reached him, he placed a finger under my chin and the look in his eyes darkened substantially.

  “As punishment, you’ve lost the privilege of wearing panties. That sweet little pussy is going to remain bare for me all day. I may touch it if I wish. I might not,” he said, and my core twisted hard with desire.

  “I don’t even have to press my fingers between your legs to know that you’re wet for me. The way your cheeks are flushed right now tells me everything I need to know,” he murmured, and I gasped as he took my nipple between his fingers, twisting it this way and that until it hardened considerably. He did the same with the other and I pulsed with arousal.

  “I’m right, aren’t I, baby girl,” he mused, and I shivered as his fingers dipped low enough to trace my hip.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I breathed.

  He took his fingers away and I could hear the disappointment in the sound of my breath escaping my lungs. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes, trying to grapple with the way he could make desire rise up inside me with just a few simple words.

  “Good girl,” he replied, smiling as he took in my nakedness once more. Then he handed me the dress. It was a wrap dress and as I pulled it on and wrapped it around my waist, I was quite aware of the fact that he could simply grab the tie and undo it if he wanted. His access to my body was easy and that made my skin warm with pleasure.

  Why did I like that? I honestly didn’t know. Right now, I didn’t care.

  He slipped a pair of ballet flats on my feet. They were comfortable, soft, and surprisingly, a perfect fit, just like the dress had been.

  “It’s strange how this all fits me so well,” I murmured.

  “I have very good people at my employ. They’re really good at what they do. Antonio is stylist to much of the court and he simply needs to see a woman to know her size. It’s really quite incredible,” he replied. “He’s currently working on putting together a more extensive wardrobe for you to choose from, which should be ready in the next few days for you to peruse through.”

  “What do you plan to do with me?” I asked.

  “Whatever I want, but today, I plan to spoil you, baby girl,” he answered.

  I smiled back at him, before my face fell just a little.

  “I mean, do you intend to keep me here? Forever? Am I your prisoner?” I pressed.

  “I plan to keep you, baby girl, at least for a while. For now, you are not to worry about such things. Let us enjoy each other’s company today without such thoughts. Can you do that for me?” he asked.

  I cocked my head to the side as I appraised him. Thus far, he’d taken pretty good care of me. By all rights, I should be in jail or dead and since I was neither of those, I had to believe that Matteo was the reason for that. He had protected me when I killed a member of his family. He hadn’t even been angry about it, so I had to trust that he didn’t want to hurt me. Instead, he’d taken it upon himself to protect me and I wasn’t really quite sure why that would be.

  I decided not to push the issue right now. If I did, I had the distinct impression that I’d probably end up naked again over his knees once more.

  “I can do that,” I replied, smiling in response.

  “Such a good girl for me,” he purred, and my smile grew even bigger. I sincerely adored when he called me that. I allowed it to chase my feelings of doubt away as much as I could. I would enjoy the day for what it was and worry about his motivations at another time.

  There was a knock on the door and Matteo answered it, thanking the wait staff who brought the rolling food cart. He pulled it inside and shut the door. My stomach growled hungrily as the delicious scent of breakfast pervaded the room.

  I licked my lips.

  “You’re in for a treat. Michael is one of the top chefs in the world and I have the honor of having him in my kitchen,” the king said proudly, and I smiled.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” I replied and walked over to him, watching as he lifted the tops off of one silver platter after another.

  My mouth watered as he revealed plates of bacon, sausage, eggs, fresh mugs of coffee and cream, as well as the mimosa and Belgian waffles I had requested. The mountains of berries on top of the breakfast treat were sprinkled with confectioner’s sugar along with several dollops of whipped cream. I licked my lips, so distracted that I hardly noticed when he passed me a full glass of a still bubbling mimosa. I took a sip and hummed with delight, tasting the most delicious breakfast cocktail I’d ever had.

  “Fresh squeezed orange juice. One of Michael’s specialties,” he offered.

  “It’s wonderful,” I exclaimed.

  “I’ll be sure to let him know,” he replied with a grin. He was so incredibly handsome in that moment. I cocked my head to the side, enjoying the sight of his joy lighting up his eyes and brightening his face. It was as though for a little while, he had no cares other than the two of us and the downright delectable breakfast that lay before us.

  There was a round table set up with two chairs in the corner of the room, which I realized must have been set up in my absence last night because it wasn’t there when I woke ye
sterday. There was a fine white tablecloth and plush red fabric chairs. He took one like the perfect gentleman and indicated for me to take a seat, which I gladly did.

  He served me himself, placing the breakfast that I had requested in front of me. He poured me a cup of coffee too. The fact that he was serving me wasn’t lost on me.

  “Do you take cream and sugar?” he asked, and I nodded. He mixed in a little until I indicated it was to my liking. He handed it to me, but as I sipped my mimosa, I decided that I would wait to enjoy the coffee until after I was finished with it. He placed it next to my plate and I grabbed a raspberry. I popped it into my mouth and groaned with pleasure at the rich taste.

  “Let me guess, top of the line and only the best?” I asked and he nodded, a cocky smirk curling up at the edges of his lips.

  “What is it like being you?” I asked and he chuckled.

  “It’s good to be me, I suppose,” he replied. “I mean, it comes with its fair share of headaches, but the perks of having the influence like I do come with a lot of advantages.”

  “How much influence do you have?” I questioned carefully.

  “Enough so that if anyone ever causes problems for me, I can make them disappear,” he answered. There was a certain underlying danger to his tone, and I didn’t press at it. I had a feeling that he had the power to destroy someone with a single word, whether that meant their imprisonment, financial ruin, or even worse, death.

  I reached for a piece of bacon and bit it softly, lost in my thoughts.

  “How far does that influence reach?” I asked next, taking care to take several bites of my waffle next.

  “Well beyond the borders of my kingdom here in the mountains, baby girl,” he answered. “I have allies in nearly every country in the world, so if I ever need a favor, I need only ask.”

  “What does that mean?” I sat back and studied him, trying to deduce if he was really telling me the truth or not. He licked his lips and I saw his expression tense for a moment, as if he was deciding whether or not I was ready for what he had to say.

  “Nothing is out of reach for me. I also have an incredible amount of influence in any industry that you might think about, be it entertainment, politics, whatever you like. Should I decide tomorrow that a certain president or dictator was no longer performing as I desired, I could have them removed from their position by the end of the day, even as I reside in my castle hidden away in the mountains,” he answered.

  My heart beat heavy in my chest. Matteo was a very powerful man and that was becoming exceedingly clear with every passing moment. It should scare me, but it did the opposite. In fact, it made me feel safe.

  I took another bite of breakfast, enjoying the delicious sweetness of the waffles, while also trying much of the other offerings on the table. I found that the sausages were especially tasty and put a few more on my plate to savor as well.

  “How many people live here? In the mountains with you?” I asked.

  “About two thousand five hundred, give or take. Many are employed to maintain the castle,” he explained. He cut into a small hunk of meat, a juicy piece of steak that made my mouth water. He caught me watching and cut a small piece, speared it with his fork, and stood up to bring it to me. He pressed it against my lips, and I opened, unable to take my eyes from his as he placed the piece of meat against my tongue. I dragged my teeth along the fork and took it into my mouth. I chewed slowly, savoring the juices as they dribbled down my throat.

  “You are so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmured, his pleasure at my own more than obvious in the softening of his features.

  I blushed, not knowing what to say. He returned to his seat and it turned out that I didn’t need to say anything at all. He smiled in my direction.

  “I want you to enjoy your breakfast. I will tell you more about my world today, but I want you to see it for yourself,” he instructed, and I nodded.

  “I’m really looking forward to seeing it with you,” I replied.

  “I’m glad to hear that, baby girl. Is there anything special that you’d like for dinner? You can have whatever you want, and I promise that it will be the most delicious dish that you have ever tasted,” he offered.

  I sat back, tracing a finger along my chin as I thought about what I might want. I considered a traditional Italian meal, but I had much of that over the time I had spent doing my studies in the country. Instead, I thought about something that I hadn’t enjoyed since I had been in the States.

  “I would love Mexican. Tacos, burritos, fajitas, the works. Fish, chicken, carnitas. All of that,” I finally said.

  “Good choice,” he replied with a grin and I smiled excitedly. “I will make it happen for you, baby girl.” He looked at his watch and sighed.

  “Give me five minutes to make a few calls. Finish your breakfast. When I return, I’ll introduce you to my world,” he said. There was a touch of frustration in his words, but I didn’t press him for anything. Instead, I just nodded and dug back into my meal.

  * * *

  It didn’t take me very long to finish eating. I wasn’t used to filling up on a big breakfast like this and I was more than full, leaving me thankful for the soft stretchy fabric of the wrap dress. I stood up and looked out the window, waiting for him to be ready to go. I opened the glass and gazed out into the mountains. He had a pretty fantastic view from up here in his tower and I couldn’t get enough of it. The soft white snowcaps and the green of the valleys, along with the gray and brown rock were mesmerizing and when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, I gasped in surprise.

  “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go,” he murmured.

  He took my hand and led me out of the castle through a series of stairways and hallways. We didn’t run into a single person and I quickly surmised this was his own private way through the castle that he used when he wanted to be alone. It was sparsely lit with overhead lights. There weren’t any candles here that would need to be constantly lit.

  In no time at all, we exited the back of the castle and I found myself outdoors for the first time in a long while. The fresh mountain air felt like a gentle caress and I took in a deep breath, reveling in the cool feel of it in my lungs. I could feel the sun on my skin, and I pulled my shoulders back, fresh and renewed at its light.

  I turned around and stared at the castle from which I had come. It was just as vast and majestic as I had imagined, if not bigger. It was made of dark gray stone and was larger than even some of the rolling mansions of the rich and famous. It was at least six stories high, with great round towers at each of the four corners that rose even higher into the sky. One of those towers was the king’s chambers. I’d looked out of one of those windows.

  It looked like a castle out of a Disney movie and I’d only gotten to explore just a small portion of it. When the king and I returned, I would ask him to show me more of it. Perhaps I’d even get him to show me the dungeons. I giggled when I thought about that and he gave me a curious look.

  “What amuses you?” he finally asked after I couldn’t get my laughing under control.

  “I was just admiring your castle and wondering if anyone ever got sent to the dungeons,” I finally managed to say when I could contain myself.

  “Not often, baby girl. If you’re naughty today though, perhaps you’ll get to find out,” he warned lightly and I bit my lip, quite aware of how his words were affecting me. I remembered how bare I felt underneath the dress and he was the reason for it. He’d forbidden me from wearing panties and that was making me wet.

  “Come now. Let me show you my world,” he said gently, still smiling. He took my hand and led me into the back of a blacked-out extended Range Rover. It was exquisite inside, with soft gray leather and a thick privacy screen that shielded us from the driver. There were cold bottles of water waiting, along with a spread of fresh fruit, cheeses, and meats.

  The king sat next to me and pulled me close.

  “Today, you’re going to see the kingdom of Santaro. It’s
small and quaint, but we have everything we need here, including some of the best restaurants, artisans, and shops in the world. Anything you want, we can get it here,” he explained.

  The car pulled away from the castle and I gazed out the window. The car moved slowly, and Matteo pointed out various things from designer clothing shops, to various restaurants that served Italian food, to diners and even a few small bars that looked cozy and comfortable to spend the evening chatting and drinking the night away.

  The car stopped in front of a small boutique and he smiled. I turned toward it and I saw what was in the window. It was a lingerie store and I blushed heavily.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked tentatively.

  “I want to see you show off that beautiful little body. The shop is ours, sweet girl, so the moment we walk inside, I want you to hang your dress by the door. Together, we’re going to go shopping and you’re going to be naked for me,” he instructed.

  My blush deepened.

  “No one will be there?” I asked.

  “We will have the place to ourselves, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. As much as the thought of being naked for him in the middle of a public shop shamed me, it also aroused me, and I could feel my pussy pulsing with need at his words.

  He climbed out of the car, walked around it, and opened the door for me like the perfect gentleman. He offered his hand and I took it, venturing outside once more. We walked together, hand in hand, and I tried to wrap my head around the fact that he was a king and I was just a normal girl. It didn’t seem real, but his touch on mine was very much so.

  He led me inside the small shop and as soon as we walked in the door, he closed it behind us. He flipped a switch and the automatic blinds closed. I didn’t even need to look to see that he expected me to obey his instructions. He would be watching me bare myself for him. He’d be enjoying the sight and that very thought made my core twist hard with desire. I reached for the tie at my waist, undoing it, and I unwrapped the dress, letting it fall open to reveal the front of me. I shrugged one shoulder and then the other, displaying one breast and then the other.