His Majesty (Rough Royals)

by Sara Fields

  The image of his cock sliding into my most reluctant hole painted a very shameful picture in my mind, and I couldn’t shake it away no matter how hard I tried because as much as the thought scared me, it also aroused me far more intensely than it should. The plug hurt and that was far smaller than his cock, which meant that being fucked there would hurt far more.

  Why then did my pussy quiver with need? Why did it make me even more wet than I was before?

  Was I a dirty girl? Did I enjoy naughty shameful things like getting my bottom fucked like a bad little girl?

  He pushed the plug back inside me and I knew the answer.

  I did like it. I was a dirty little girl who liked being used by her king.

  I shuddered, feeling my body clutch desperately at his length. He fucked me even harder and I drowned in my orgasm, awash in feelings of pleasure and pain and insatiable need. I came imagining the ridges of his cock pressing in and out of my asshole, of his cock bottoming out in my most shameful place and I keened as my orgasm pierced through me like a blade. I quaked with the powerful intensity of my release, losing myself in white-hot bliss that threatened to consume me alive.

  “Oh, god. Please, Your Majesty,” I begged.

  “You want my seed in your tight little hole, don’t you, baby girl,” he growled, and my core twisted harder than ever.

  I did. I wanted it.

  “Please,” I pleaded, and his cock punished my pussy hard, over and over again as he groaned above me. His grip on the back of my neck tightened and the pace that he fucked my bottom hole with the plug increased too.

  “You will come when I say, do you understand?” he demanded and I cried out, too far gone to even think about disobeying.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I moaned. His hips pumped hard into mine, his balls smacking against my pussy and I boldly reached between my legs to touch my clit.

  “Naughty girl, touching yourself without permission,” he said quietly.

  “Guess you’ll have to spank me later, my king,” I breathed, my voice shaking from the pleasure racing to be set free.

  “Your rightful place is over my knee, isn’t it, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” I keened as he thrust into me especially hard, and he snarled, his fingers digging roughly into my flesh as he used me as he pleased.

  My back arched as I swirled my fingers around my clit. I teased myself, knowing exactly how I needed to be touched in that moment, stroking myself closer and closer to release until I became nervous that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

  “Are you ready to come, baby girl?”

  “Yes, please,” I whispered.

  “Are you sure? Are you really ready?” he pressed.

  I trembled, feeling my thighs begin to quiver with need.

  “Beg me for the privilege of orgasm. Beg your king to let you come,” he demanded.

  I melted. I did exactly what he wanted.

  “Please, sir. Please let me come. I can’t. Oh, please,” I begged. I pleaded for the privilege and then I did something more shameful than I could have ever thought myself capable of. I begged him for his seed.

  “Please, let me come for you, Your Majesty. Mark my little pussy with your seed, my king,” I pleaded, and I could feel myself blushing even as the words fell off my lips. I was thankful that I wasn’t looking into his eyes because I had a feeling that my blush would be even worse than it already was.

  He roared and fucked me even harder.

  “Come, little girl. Come hard all over my cock while I mark you as mine,” he growled.

  I lost myself, feeling his grip tighten so hard on the back of my neck that I cried out in pain even as the white-hot bliss of orgasm ravaged me from within. I couldn’t control my passionate need and I didn’t even try. My heart pumped hard in my chest, its erratic beat forcing the blood to rush through my veins. My skin felt scalding hot and the fire within me blazed as my pleasure obliterated any semblance of rational thought left in my mind.

  He groaned and his seed burst hot inside me, one spurt after another marking me as his. The feeling of his pleasure inside me made my orgasm rage on and I wondered if it would ever end. His cum was hot and as he came inside me, my inner walls milked him for every last drop. My body demanded it.

  There was seemingly no end to the ecstasy that consumed me and even as I feared it, I still used my fingers to make it last on and on.

  Eventually, my orgasm did fade though and as it slowly ebbed away, Matteo pushed in and out of me slowly just because he could. The sound of his gentle fucking was wet and noisy and so shameful that I groaned with it.

  “Dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

  I could only hum with my answer. My entire body throbbed from the multiple orgasms he’d forced from me. I was deeply satisfied, and a languid feeling came over me. He pulled his cock free from me and gathered me in his arms.

  Just like he’d promised, I could feel his seed dripping down onto my thighs. The thing that surprised me was I liked how it felt. It was naughty and filthy and incredibly dirty, but I didn’t care. It reminded me of him and that was a powerful feeling that I held onto.

  He wrapped me in a blanket I hadn’t noticed was lying close by and pulled me onto his lap. He’d already put himself back together and now he was taking care of me.

  His arms were gentle and warm and incredibly strong. I curled into his embrace, enjoying the sound of his beating heart against my ear as the two of us enjoyed the aftermath of such a spontaneous union.

  “You came very hard for me when I told you that I intend to take your little bottom myself, baby girl,” he whispered, and my heated blush graced my cheeks once more.

  “Yes,” I whispered, knowing he expected an answer. I hid my face in his shoulder and he chuckled knowingly.

  “One day, you’re going to ask me for it, baby girl. I’m going to look forward to it,” he said confidently, and I curled into him even more.

  I didn’t want to believe his words. I should be afraid of being taken that way, but I wasn’t. Instead, I was afraid that he might be right.

  Chapter Eight

  Matteo Giovanni Santaro

  I held Isabella in my arms for a long time. I didn’t rush her to leave the lingerie store, not that it mattered because no one would come here while I was still inside. Instead, I enjoyed her obvious contentment and when she was ready, she climbed out of my lap and shakily reached for the panty set that I requested she wear.

  “May I dress now?” she asked. She fingered the delicate lace and looked up at me while she waited for me to respond.

  She was so adorably cute when she was asking permission like this. Her lower lip pouted just the slightest bit and her eyes sparkled, almost as if she was contemplating doing it anyway even if I denied her. She was a feisty little thing, begging to be tamed and put in her place over and over again in my bed. And over my knee.

  I’d only known her a short time, but already I wanted to keep her as mine. Her body fit perfectly against my chest, especially when I wound my arm around her waist. It was as if she was made for me.

  I couldn’t force her to stay with me though. Tonight, I was going to tell her everything and I’d give her a choice. Either she was to stay with me, or she would be free to leave. She would always be welcome to return though. One way or another, I would force myself to tell her what she needed to know by the end of the day.

  If I really want to make her mine, I had to set her free. If she wanted to be mine, she would come back to me in the end.

  “You may,” I said warmly, standing up and offering her my arm to lean on while she pulled herself together. I reached out and helped her to pull on the bra and panties that I’d told her I wanted her to wear. When she was dressed in those for me, I picked her up and carried her to the door, where I carefully pulled the wrap dress that I had chosen for her up and over her shoulders. Subdued and satisfied, she allowed me to do as I wished with her and didn’t fight me, not even in the slightest. Wh
en she was fully clothed, I took her hand and carried the full bag of lingerie we’d picked out together. I led her back to the car, where a fresh mimosa had been poured and was waiting for her on ice.

  I passed it to her, and she sipped at it gratefully.

  “Now let me show you the rest of my kingdom,” I whispered, and she smiled widely.

  We spent the next several hours together getting to know one another. I took her shopping at a number of places, one with chocolates, another with designer dresses, and another where she was given a fitting for a gown that I was having made for her to wear to court for me. I even brought her to my favorite jewelry store where I had a choker made for her out of platinum and a string of rubies, which was my favorite stone. She blushed when I placed it around her throat, clasping it into place. Her fingers tentatively touched the necklace and she quietly whispered that she had never had that much money on her skin before in her life.

  I spoiled her, as much as I could simply because I wanted to, because she deserved it.

  She glowed for me that day and I felt myself falling for the adorable dimples that I got to see each time she smiled for me. I especially enjoyed the musical sound of her laughter when I pointed out to her how the town square had a fountain with a sculpture in the center that was supposed to be a famous work of art but resembled something more like a penis instead.

  I wanted to see her smile even more.

  The kingdom of Savoy was a small, especially quaint town. It had handmade details that survived from centuries ago, from the elegant carvings engraved in the wooden doors that led into the churches and gathering places of old, to the ancient stones that made up the castle and the surrounding townhomes, to the cobblestone roads and fountains that had been built ages ago. It had remained here hidden in the mountains for a very long time and would remain that way during my reign and for the lives of many kings who ruled after I did. It was a little place that screamed of Italy throughout the ages and I cherished it every day, knowing that I was lucky to rule over such a beautiful kingdom.

  I was proud of this place and it brought me great joy to show it off to Isabella with her at my side. The day was slowly coming to a close though, and I wanted to show her one last place that had offered me much pleasure throughout the years before I brought her back to the castle for the special evening that I had planned.

  When the sun was beginning to set, I took her to a wildflower meadow on the outskirts of town to enjoy one of the natural wonders of this place. The look on her face as I led her into the field of flowers was precious to me and I vowed to remember it forever. I picked an especially beautiful purple one and tucked it behind her ear, cherishing the way she gazed back at me as I touched her gently.

  She was happy. I’d made her that way.

  I pulled her to me, and we watched the sun set behind the mountains, marveling as the sky ignited with reds, oranges, and purples in a fiery blaze that left us both speechless for a long while. When I was ready, I finally began to speak once more.

  “This place is mine and has been in my family for nearly a millennium. It’s my duty to care for it and keep the people that live here safe. There’s only one way in and out of this place and few people know it,” I murmured.

  “I’m glad I got to see it all with you,” she whispered.

  “I am too,” I answered. I was quiet for a moment longer.

  “I want you to know I lead a dangerous life. Being king here comes with its own set of perils. I meet with men who are known to lead lives of crime, who wouldn’t blink before they shot a bullet between my eyes. I have to order things that are sometimes unsavory and hazardous to my own safety, but I want you to know something. Being with me won’t be easy and if you ever fear for your safety, the way out follows the path of the setting sun. Know that, baby girl, but for as long as I breathe the air on this Earth, I will keep you safe.”

  She was silent as she swayed in my arms.

  “Why did you save me? Why bring me here?” she finally asked.

  “Let us return to the castle for dinner. I will tell you everything you need to know over dinner tonight and you will understand,” I replied.

  “Will there be more of that delicious wine from your vineyard? I especially enjoyed that,” she said.

  “There will be as long as you don’t decide to throw it on me again, baby girl,” I warned her gently. I felt her shiver against me and there was no doubt in my mind that her little pussy clenched at the thought of her punishment yesterday for that very thing.

  “No, Your Majesty. I learned my lesson,” she breathed, her voice heavy with arousal.

  “Good girl. I’m happy to hear that,” I replied softly, and she relaxed against me. I brushed her hair aside and kissed the side of her neck. She arched back against me, the feisty vixen pressing her bottom against the hardness of my cock. She wiggled just the slightest bit, teasing me with her body. I gripped the fabric of her dress, lifting it until she was on display for the mountains and the setting sun. I slipped my fingers between her legs and touched her, finding her just as wet as she had been earlier for me today. I decided I very much liked her wearing panties that left her little pussy bare and was pleased for the fact that I’d chosen a number of other options like it for her to wear for me in the future.

  “Careful, baby girl, you keep taunting me with that beautiful little bottom and that tight little virgin hole will end up getting fucked far sooner than I had planned,” I murmured. The sigh that escaped her lips was like music to my ears.

  “You wouldn’t,” she breathed. Who was she kidding? She knew I would.

  “Keep pushing, baby girl, and you’ll find out,” I replied gently, and she trembled against me. I circled her clit, finding it hard and needy. She moaned and there was no question in my mind that she would enjoy being taken there. It would simply depend if she was a good little girl, or a naughty one.

  Time would tell.

  I pulled away and let her dress fall. She sighed, sounding disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to come for me, and I smirked.

  “I’ve worked up an appetite, baby girl. Let us head to dinner and maybe I’ll let you come for me before bed if you behave yourself,” I suggested, taking her hand in mine and pulling her back toward the car. She was quiet and I didn’t miss the soft blush on her cheeks at being left wet and wanting. She didn’t realize quite how much I enjoyed leaving her that way, at least for a little while.

  She’d figure that out eventually.

  Her legs were shaky as we walked through the meadow and I ended up picking her up and carrying her to the car. She thanked me quietly and wound her arm around my neck, securing herself against me as I strode back to my waiting vehicle. I placed her on the backseat and climbed in after her, knocking twice on the privacy window, thereby directing my driver to return to the castle.

  The drive back was short, and I found that I couldn’t keep my hands off her the entire way. I slid my fingers up and down her legs, gently taunting her as she had teased me. Her breathing quickened immensely throughout the ride. I didn’t miss the telltale signs of her pleasure either, from the dilation of her pupils to the pinkness in her cheeks, to the way her thighs opened wider for me, little by little. She was an insatiable little thing and I couldn’t get enough of her.

  And by the looks of it, she couldn’t get enough of me either.

  When we pulled up to the castle, I had the driver take me around back to a small entrance that only my most trusted advisors knew about. In preparation for tonight, I had one of the sunrooms decorated with flowers of all kinds. It was set up special for the two of us to enjoy dinner tonight without interruption from anyone else.

  Isabella was quiet for most of the ride, simply enjoying the sights as she leaned against me. It was obvious that she was content. I wound my arm around her possessively and she pressed herself even closer to me.

  We arrived a short time later and I led her inside to the room I had waiting for us. There were a great number of candle
s brightening the room. They lined the walls, leaving long flickering shadows that illuminated the roses and various other incredibly beautiful flowers that decorated the little hideaway quite elegantly. Her sigh of delight was audible.

  “What’s all this?” she asked.

  “A proper date with the king,” I replied. Her returning smile was worth every last moment I had spent planning this for her yesterday while she had been sleeping.

  I led her to the table, which was already covered in a number of various sized silver platters. They would be hot because they’d have only been served once my car had returned to the castle. My driver would have called ahead and alerted the wait staff of my imminent arrival.

  My people were good at what they did and that’s why they worked for me.

  I pulled back her chair and she sat down. I pushed it in, and she took the cloth napkin, situating it in her lap as she watched me sit down across from her. The chef entered and approached the table, waiting for my permission before he came any closer. I waved him over and he excitedly started revealing plate after plate of food, describing how he had been wanting to cook Mexican fare for a long time. He went into detail about the sauce he’d created for the enchiladas and the very expensive sharp cheddar he’d had flown in for such a special occasion. Isabella looked on excitedly and I watched as he fed her small bits of each item. She moaned appropriately in appreciation before I cleared my throat.

  “How is it, baby girl?” I asked. The chef stepped back, nervously awaiting her reply. He knew I expected the best and if it wasn’t...

  Well. Then I would have to deal with him, wouldn’t I?

  She swallowed carefully, lifting her gaze to meet mine. It flicked to the chef and back to me. She sat back and pressed the napkin carefully to her lips before she finally replied.

  “It’s very good. You’re right about employing the very best here,” she said boldly. The chef’s shoulders visibly relaxed and he stood there waiting for his next instructions.

  “You’re free to go, Chef,” I murmured, and he nodded, quickly taking his leave before I changed my mind.