by Rye Hart
He lay me back gently across my bed and gripped my ankles to rest them on his shoulders. Then he centered himself against me. I panicked. “Wait.”
“What?” He backed his hips up and searched my eyes.
“I’m a virgin.”
His eyes lit with surprise. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? We don’t have to go all the way right now if you’re not ready.” He moved my legs off his shoulders and sat down beside me.
I sat up and covered my breasts with my arm. “No, it’s okay. I know I want to. I feel like it’s time. But, I’m scared.” I knew that first time would hurt. “You’re really big.”
He reached over and stroked my cheek. “Are you sure? This is a big deal, and while I want it to be me, I don’t want to take that from someone you find special.”
“There is no one else, and yes, I’m sure.” I knew he was special and I wanted it to be him.
He lay me back and stretched out beside me, kissing my lips and working his way down to my breasts. He stopped and looked up at me. “I’m going to make you feel good, Cindy.”
Then he moved down between my legs and parted my thighs, licking and probing my sex with his tongue until I was floating on a wave of ecstasy.
“You’re ready, Cindy.” He rose up and centered himself again, this time checking for any signs of hesitation, and when there were none, he gently pushed his head into my tight hole, stretching me around his cock, until he hit resistance.
His thrust hit me deep, breaking my barriers and demolishing all evidence of my virginity. I winced at the slicing pain as he gently rocked back and forth, and with each stroke, the searing pain ebbed, and all that was left was a delicious ache of pleasure.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - ENZO
Her slick hole hugged my thick cock as I thrust deeper and I couldn’t believe she’d given me her virginity. I glanced down, seeing the pleasure on her face, the blood between her legs, and the glistening juices of our sex mixing with it.
I’d been lied to before, told tales of how I’d been their first, only to never have the proof as I did now. I knew she would be sore, so I took it easy on her, but part of me couldn’t wait to pound her tight pussy hard and fast.
I wanted to dip my cock deep and make her come, and then I wanted to fill her up with my royal seed. I knew it was a dangerous thought, but if she’d let me, I was going all in.
I lay across her and rolled us over, putting her on top of me. “Ride me to your comfort, Cindy.” She smiled and urged herself down further, gripping and milking my cock like a pro.
“It feels so good, Enzo. I think I’m going to come.”
Her words and actions had me worked up, and I wasn’t holding back. “You’re going to make me come, and I don’t want to do that until you do.” I had to get her there.
“Please, don’t stop.” she moaned and her tight walls clenched as her orgasm shuddered through her and as my balls tightened I knew it was time to pull out.
“No! Don’t.” She held my cock in place in by holding me with her thighs.
“I’m going to come, Cindy.” I tried to lift her off of me, but she wouldn’t budge, and I couldn’t hold it any longer.
My cock spasmed, filling her up as my hot jets of cum splashed her depths. Once my release was over, I opened my eyes and looked up at her. “Are you protected?”
“Yes,” she said with a weak voice. “That was the most amazing thing; I didn’t want it to stop. I never knew I could feel like that.” She rested her head against me, and I was still buried deep inside her, with the mess of our sex seeping out around us.
“Let’s go to the shower. I’ll clean you up.” I sat up and lifted her off of me before standing and reaching a hand back down to her.
She moaned as she got to her feet and her legs were so wobbly that she sat back down.
I went over to the bed and lifted her up into my arms, cradling her as I strolled into the bathroom and put her on her feet.
I turned on the shower and we stepped under the warm spray. Cindy tilted her head back and let the water cascade over her, washing away the evidence of our encounter. She was so beautiful that all I could do was stand and stare at her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” she said quietly.
I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand, bringing her eyes up to meet mine. “You could never disappoint me Cindy. You were incredible.” I brought my mouth down to hers and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The feel of her wet, naked flesh pressed against me, had my cock twitching for more.
I slid a hand between us and I slipped a finger into her tender channel. I stroked her silky walls, and she moaned against me, grinding her hips. My cock hardened, ready to go again. I turned her around and gently pushed her forward so that she opened up before me. She moaned louder as I slipped my cock into her and gently worked her g-spot until she came again. I knew she had to be sore and I wanted to take things easy on her. The hard kinky sex would come later. Right now, it was all about making her first time perfect.
I continued until her walls collapsed around me, working a steady pace until my cock pulsed, spilling inside her. I’d think about the consequences later.
We finished cleaning ourselves up and then took turns drying one another off. It was a surprisingly intimate moment.
We walked back into the bedroom and lay back down on her bed. I was suddenly tired and didn’t want to leave.
“Will you stay?” She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and gave me a quick kiss. “Please?”
I nodded my head and pulled her down next to me. We both drifted off and I didn’t wake until my phone rang the next morning.
“Rise and shine, Sweet Prince,” said Lucas.
“I know you have GPS on my phone, so you know I’m not dead. You also know that when you suspect I’ve stayed with someone, I’m not available for chit chat.”
“I know the protocol, Your Hiney, so tell me, under what circumstance do you think I’ve called?”
He went quiet as I took a deep breath and realized he hadn’t called for no reason.
“Mother?”
“Ding, ding, ding. You win the prize. She showed up here about an hour ago and is asking where you are. Not to mention, she’s checked your room and is in a foul mood. She snapped at Esme, and she hasn’t come out of her room since.”
“Dammit. I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and kissed Cindy on the cheek careful not to take her out of her rest. I got up to gather my clothes. I’d let her sleep a few minutes before I woke her to tell her I was leaving, but then she sat up.
“Who was that?”
“Lucas, my assistant and my best friend. He called to warn me that my mother is in town. She’s on a tear about where I am.”
“Is your mother the queen?”
“Yes, but she’s not the ruling queen. My father is the ruling King, and when he passes or renounces his throne, it will become my duty.” I picked up my shirt and put it on, buttoning it quickly before grabbing my pants.
Cindy rose from the bed and stepped closer, bringing her arms around me. “I don’t want you to leave.”
I looked deep into her eyes and realized that I didn’t want to leave her either. I took both of her hands and kissed them on both sides.
“Come with me.” I found myself blurting out. My mother would throw an absolute fit, but I didn’t really care.
“Are you sure?” Her face brightened with a smile, and I decided right then and there that I was going to keep her.
“Yes, but I’ll need some time alone there to talk to my mother. She’s never approved of anyone I’ve chosen for myself.”
“Well, maybe she’ll like me,” she said hopefully.
I hoped so too, for her sake, though the odds were not in her favor. I decided to keep that opinion to myself. After all, it didn’t matter to me what my mother thought. Cindy was my choice and I was to be king.
A half hour later we walked into my h
ouse and were greeted by a whispering Lucas and my mother’s attendants. “You showed up just in time; she’s in her room lying down. She’d ordered the house to be under complete silence.”
Esme came running around the corner and hugged my legs. Then she glanced up and saw Cindy.
“Cindy!” she squeaked so loudly it rattled the walls. Then she covered her mouth as her eyes widened.
“Enzooo,” crooned my mother from upstairs.
“Esme, you take Cindy and go into your room to play. I’ll be in later after I’ve finished talking to Grandmother.” The two of them scampered away together, and I turned to Lucas who was giving me a disapproving glare.
“You brought her with you? Bad idea. Let’s hope your mother didn’t pack her guillotine.”
Her heavy footsteps were on my stairs, and then she rounded the corner. “Enzo! Where have you been? You left your daughter in the care of your assistant and just disappeared without a trace?”
“Don’t be dramatic mother. It isn’t like Lucas doesn’t know where I am at all times.” I was an adult, about to be king, and tired of explaining myself to my mother.
“You were with that whore, weren’t you? That blemish to our name.”
“Watch your tone, mother. She’s a good person, and I care about her deeply.” Her calling Cindy a whore was too much. “I won’t have you insult her again.”
“How dare you talk to me that way?” She lifted her chin to look down her nose at me.
“I’m with her, and you may as well get used to it.”
She turned and stormed out of the room, and I let out a deep breath before going upstairs.
I found Cindy and Esme in her room playing, and the two were having a wonderful time. Cindy smiled, but I could tell by the way her mouth set in an uncertain way, that she wasn’t okay.
“Esme, let me talk to Cindy a minute.” I pulled Cindy out into the hall. “Are you okay?”
“I think I should go. All of the sudden I feel extremely awkward going here in the same house as your mother who recently found out about our relationship from a tabloid of all things. You are royalty, and you’re probably supposed to be with someone else that is royal blood as well. Am I right?”
“I can be with whoever I want, Cindy, and I want you.”
“I don’t want to make trouble for you. With that paparazzo on your trail, maybe last night was a mistake.” She was more worried about me than herself.
“You’re amazing. I want to see you, Cindy. I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and stop me.” I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply before I ordered the driver to take Cindy home safely.
CHAPTER TWELVE - CINDY
Things with Enzo had been going great – magical even. However, it almost felt like too much too fast.
My first impression of his mother was a disappointment. I couldn’t make out any words from their conversation, however, it was evident that the queen didn’t approve of me, just as Enzo predicted. I spent that evening in bed scolding myself for getting into such a hairy mess.
“So you spend the entire day at his house avoiding the queen?” Patrick had come over, and the two of us were trying to get my sewing machine working so I could fix a pair of his best work pants. He tinkered with the bobbin, but couldn’t get it loaded.
“Here, let me try.” I took the bobbin from his hand. “Yes, pretty much. I still think things are going to blow up in my face. It’s all too good to be true.”
“That’s not true, and there is no such thing. Good things happen to good people. It’s kismet, fate, or whatever other cool words that describe a miracle.”
“Selena has already given me hell over that fake news story.”
“Yeah, but how fake was it? I mean, looks true to me. Especially knowing he popped that cherry you’ve been hoarding.”
“Oh, like you didn’t have a lot to do with that. You’re the one who talked me into waiting more times than I can remember.”
“That’s because I wanted you to wait for the right guy, like I didn’t. It’s a big deal, it should be with someone special, like a prince of a small European country.” He gave a little laugh and took the bobbin back for another go.
“This machine is the devil. Let’s burn it and go buy another one.”
Patrick gave it one last try, and the piece slipped into place. “Got it!” He put in a piece of fabric to test the machine, and it sewed like a charm.
I walked away and went to sit on the couch across from him as he prepared to sew his pants.
“He’s really going to be King you know. I mean, soon. His father is sick. Compound that with all the other issues with his mother, his daughter, and my job. I’m just not sure I fit into his life. I think I should call it off before I’m in too deep.” I felt the tears pool in my eyes, and Patrick lifted his head and stared as they fell down my cheeks.
“Uh, oh, girl. I think it’s already too late. You’re crazy about him.” He looked back down, and the machine came to life again, the little motor humming like a buzz saw as he stitched the seam.
“I’m just so frustrated. Why can’t things work out as I want them to?”
“Whoa, there. You’re already setting yourself up for failure when you haven’t even begun to try. So, dry those tears and buckle up buttercup. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. But it sounds to me like he’s worth it.”
I thought about how wonderful Enzo was and how he had treated me with such respect and tender care. He’d also stood up to his mother for me and that had meant a lot.
We’d visited with Esme too, and she was such a little sweetheart, that I could see myself caring deeply for that girl. She had so many stories to tell, and she was only nine, that it made me feel like I hadn’t lived quite enough. Maybe it was time to change that.
“You know what? I think I will.”
“That’s my girl. Get back on that pony.” He blew me a kiss and made an obscene gesture with his tongue and the two of us shared a laugh. “If it were me, girl. I’d take my chances with a rich, handsome prince any day over worrying about my job or that bitch Selena. He could take care of you.”
“I’m capable of taking care of myself. You know how adamant I am about that. I can do it. I’m hoping Selena will be over her crush and realize it isn’t going to happen with her, but I know it’s just wishful thinking.”
“Well, I’m going to catch hell from her if I don’t run. I’ve got a private party to work, so I’m going to test this seam and see how it holds up.” He gave me a wink, and sashayed out the door.
I starting to freshen myself up in anticipation for Enzo’s visit that day. When he showed up, I was surprised to see that he’d driven himself, which I didn’t even know was an option.
“Nice car, I didn’t know if you had a driver’s license or not.” I slid into the car and was overwhelmed by the smell of leather as I pulled on my seatbelt.
“Thank you, and yes. It was one of the first things I did when I bought a place here. I don’t get to drive the car much, but it’s always serviced and ready for when I do want to. Besides, I thought we could use a little time alone. The guards and even Lucas make it hard for me to unwind at times. I’m hardly ever left alone.”
“I guess, but it seems like it would be nice to not have to do certain things. Like laundry, dishes, cleaning. I swear it’s never-ending.”
“As a child, I would go down and watch the laundry staff back home. They’d let me use the iron and fold napkins, but my mother would have a fit. She didn’t understand why I would want to hang around with them, but I loved it. It was one of the only times I felt normal.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I love doing for myself. I mean, this business with Selena has really got me worried. I need my job. I’ve always taken care of myself. Even when I was younger. My mother raised me alone, and we worked for everything. When she remarried, I was only seventeen, and her husband didn’t want any kids, so there was no room for me. I moved in with a friend and finished high school then went to c
ollege.”
“You’re amazing. I’ve never been with a woman who has stood on her own two feet like you. You take my breath away.”
I didn’t know what to say as the blush rose to my cheeks.
We arrived at the restaurant, and he pulled up to the valet and got out. Then he opened my door and took my hand.
We walked inside, and Enzo whispered something to the maitre d, and soon we were on our way to the back to an intimate table. He nodded his thank you and the man left us alone.
“I hope you enjoy the view,” he said, gesturing to the panoramic cityscape that spread out before us.
“It’s lovely, thank you.” I looked around and was glad that I’d opted for the dress and not the pants and heels I’d almost put on.
We started with more wine, and it tasted like heaven compared to the cheap stuff I had at home. Then we ordered as we talked more about our lives.
It was amazing to hear all of the stories of him as a boy in the huge castle estate. “It’s really a castle? Like one from a fairy tale?” I just couldn’t believe that people still lived in them.
“Yes, a real castle. It’s beautiful and homey.”
“And you’ll be king soon, so will you have a throne?”
“Technically, I have a throne now. It’s a lovely ornate chair next to my father’s, but we never use it. Once he is gone, I will take his throne to the memorial room, and another will be commissioned for me.
“Does Esme have a throne?”
“Esme doesn’t now, but she will. As soon as I’m king, I’m going to declare her as my birthright.”
“She isn’t now?”
“Technically, I am not supposed to call her a princess. But it’s my first order of duty, even though she’s always been the princess in my eyes.”
“Why wouldn’t be declared a princess now? She’s the king’s granddaughter, and from what she told me, she loves him very much.”
“That was my mother’s doing. She thinks my daughter is an embarrassment.”
I was about to remark on how awful I thought it was when someone cleared their throat next to me.
I looked up, and Selena was there with her sister, Emily and the two of them gave me a disappointed glare. Selena’s was the harshest.