Royal Master

by Emilia Beaumont

  I knew it like I knew the sun rose in the east and set in the west. I knew I was doomed.

  But if I was already doomed, if it was already a forgone conclusion that my heart would perish, then…

  Before I could coherently think any more about it I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

  My lids shuttered closed as the bliss overwhelmed me. There was a feeling of relief in his kiss. And I began to wonder how on earth I could have this kind of effect on this man? This prince. I was nothing, a secretary, and he was a royal. He could have any woman in the entire world and he was here with me. On my couch. His arms gripping onto me for dear life, kissing me like he was drowning. Like he wanted and needed me. It was too much to believe.

  His hands were in my hair as he angled my head and kissed me, his tongue tracing the sensitive insides of my lips until I gasped and his tongue swept in, tasting me. I reached up and grabbed his bare shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. I was already in the danger-zone but there was still time to pull back.

  Yet that point of no return was fast approaching. A small piece of my brain that wasn’t focused on the kiss, that was barely functioning, told me that I’d already flown right by.

  “Sophie,” he growled against my lips, pulling me under him more and covering me by his naked body, the towel now nowhere to be seen. “Bloody hell I need you so bad.”

  Where I found the strength, I do not know, but I pulled away to look at him, and saw the need but also the desperation there.

  “This is a bad idea,” I said softly, my hands coming up to frame his face. I could feel the prickles of his growth against my palms, his cheek jumping at my light touch. “You know it and I know it.”

  He blew out a breath, his arms holding up his upper body, the cords of muscles taut with the strain. “Nothing about you is a bad idea. Hell, Sophie, I can’t get enough of you.” He leaned down until our foreheads touched. “I’m not going to let you run away again.”

  His words touched the very limits of my soul and I felt the tears rush to my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss, our lips clashing in a passionate battle.

  Nineteen

  William

  Sophie.

  Her name repeated itself over and over again in my head as we kissed, our tongues dancing to a dangerous tango. A better man, one with more integrity and willpower, would end this right now and walk away. But right from the start I knew I would never be the better man. That title was just as alien to me as the one that lay in my future: King.

  It wouldn’t end well, whatever this was between Sophie and me. Dragging her down with me, into a nightmare that would become reality if this ever got out, wasn’t the best idea I’d had. Though it wasn’t as if I was really thinking right then. I couldn’t force myself to let go of her. A crowbar the length of a skyscraper would’ve lost the fight too, unable to pry us apart.

  She was my lifeline, the only person in the world that understood me, that knew the scandalous secrets I’d held onto for so long. I didn’t want to let her go. I wouldn’t.

  Not yet. Not ever.

  I shifted on the small sofa and felt myself leaning dangerously to one side. Before I knew it I was falling off the edge, pulling her with me as I tumbled to the floor, her body landing pleasantly against mine. Nestled right up in each other’s business. She giggled as her hair splayed across my face, tickling my nose. I pulled her close against me, a grin coming across my face.

  “Well,” she muttered against my chest, making no move to pull away. “Apparently I need a bigger couch.”

  I brushed the strands of her wayward hair out of my eyes, tucking them behind her ears, and pressed a kiss on top of her head. Everything about this moment felt so goddamn right.

  “The floor is just as good,” I said and licked my lips, eyes locked with hers. My hard-on felt like it had a hard-on, thick and stiff, ready and eager.

  She pulled away and for a moment a sinking feeling dropped into my stomach. She was changing her mind. Making the sensible decision to end this before it got far too complicated. I saw the next few minutes play out, her shaking her head and backing away like she’d done before, then pushing me towards the door. It slamming behind me as I stood alone and cold on her doorstep. A raging hard-on with nowhere to go.

  Instead, much to my surprise, her hands pressed against my bare skin, making greedy indents on my chest. Almost clawing at me, but without the feel of her nails. My cock pressed against her thigh with a renewed vigour.

  “The bed would be better,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide.

  The words hung in the air between us. But I hadn’t imagined them. She wanted this just as much as I did. Finally, she’d admitted it.

  I watched her as she bit her lip. She was about to give me everything I craved right now. She was trusting me. Walking out on that cliff with me and looking down into the abyss and the unknown.

  “Sophie, I,” I started, hesitating, before she pressed a finger to my lips.

  The words I was going to say were stuck in my throat, trapped inside at her insistence. She carefully extricated herself from me and reached out bravely with her hand.

  “If you are about to turn chivalrous, William, I will kick you in your balls.”

  I rose off of the floor, all thoughts of walking away now gone as I wrapped my hand around hers. “That sounds extremely painful; let’s not do that. Besides, didn’t you hear?”

  “What?”

  “Chivalry is dead!” I declared and in one quick movement threw her over my shoulder and stalked towards the stairs as if I were a fireman desperate in my attempt to escape from a burning building. Typical of me though, I was going the wrong way… Into the fire instead of out of it.

  “William!” Sophie squealed as I climbed up to her bedroom, her hands firmly resting on my butt.

  At the top of the stairs I took a second to determine which door led to her bedroom. Helpfully she pointed me in the right direction then gave me a hard pat on my rump like I was a horse. She laughed and the worry practically evaporated, easing in my chest. But there was still a lingering nervousness inside as I found the right room and looked at her neat bed with some trepidation. I wanted this to be perfect for her. I wanted to be perfect for her.

  Releasing my grip I let her slide back down, her body skimming across mine, nudging at my hardness, before her feet hit the carpeted floor. Bashfully she looked down and her cheeks burned, the cool air of the bedroom reminding me I had no clothes on. The towel was long gone.

  “All for you, baby,” I said, my tone low. Hot and heavy with need.

  Quickly I reached for her and pulled her against me, capturing her lips with mine to soothe her embarrassment. She responded with a sigh and I tugged on her shirt hem, working it over her torso, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head before I once again had access to her lips.

  Her bare breasts grazed my chest, her budding nipples saying hello, and I groaned low in my throat, my cock jumping at the thought of what was to come. She was already driving me wild and we hadn’t even gotten started yet.

  Her hands touched my bare shoulders and I knew I had to step back before I lost myself. Her eyes narrowed as I ran a hand through my hair roughly, trying to distract myself, thinking of the multiple ways I could die in a cliff diving accident just so I could keep my mind off of the thundering hard-on that was ready to explode.

  I got a real good glimpse at her nakedness, her beautiful breasts high and proud. And the slight roundness of her stomach; the rest of her was hidden under her pyjama bottoms. She was fucking gorgeous, her hair falling about her shoulders, her lips bruised from my kisses.

  “You’re divine,” I breathed in awe, watching as the dull blush not only crossed over her cheeks but almost made the rest of her body glow pinker. I flicked my fingers at her sweatpants. “But I need to see all of you to make sure… take them off.”

  She looked at me for a moment befor
e her thumbs caught the waistband and she shimmied them down her legs, stepping out of them, until she was wearing only a small pair of black knickers.

  “Anything else, Sir?” she asked softly, her voice wavering slightly. I wasn’t sure if it was from nervousness or from need but either way, it nearly killed me.

  “Perfect,” I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs.

  Falling on my knees before her, I pressed my forehead into her stomach, breathing in her sweet overpowering scent. Her hands found my hair and I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. I’d never been brought to my knees before by anyone else, but Sophie, she could do a hell of a lot worse to me. She could break me.

  I ran my hands up her calves and thighs as I pressed a kiss into her stomach right above her belly button, feeling her entire body tremble under my touch. I knew exactly how she felt because I was battling my own shockwaves of pleasure.

  Trailing kisses down her stomach, I swirled my tongue along the lines of those simple cotton knickers, thinking I had never seen anything so sexy before as my hands reached up and cupped her arse, squeezing it lightly.

  “I’m going to taste you, ever single part of you,” I said against her mound, hearing her sharp intake of breath but there was no resistance as I pressed a kiss through the cotton. My lips were immediately coated. Damn, she was already soaking wet.

  Gently pulling them aside, I kissed my way to her centre, through and over the low forest of her pubic hair, then let my tongue come out to play. I ran my eager muscle down the seam of her, tasting her and lapping her up for the first time. Spreading her with the flat of my tongue, then diving back in with the point.

  Sophie gripped my hair tightly, not pulling away as I delved in and found that swollen nub, stroking it, swirling it with my tongue. Then finally sucking on it, pursing my lips tightly so there was nowhere she could escape to.

  “Will,” she breathed, her breathing ragged. She was pulsing, her muscles twitching. I grabbed hold of her clenched upper thighs, my fingertips kneading into her flesh, keeping her close as she continued to moan my name.

  I didn’t answer, and continued to apply unrelenting pressure with my tongue as I tasted her. My cock was straining for his turn but I ignored him We had hours to play. His time would come.

  Her entire body started to tremble violently and I knew she was close. I continued to lavish her swollen clit until she cried out and bucked against me, flooding me with her orgasm. I held her against my face and tortured her until she sobbed and begged for me to stop.

  “Please, oh God. Stop… I can’t… go on…” she mewed as I gave her a last torturous suck, never wanting to stop kissing her.

  With a cocky grin on my face, I finally let her go and stood, grabbing her around the waist and pushed her onto the bed. She sprawled onto it, still breathing hard, and I covered her body with mine, my cock poised at her entrance. I could take her right now, drill into her until the entire fucking world fell away and there was just the two of us left. I didn’t even feel the need to tie her up to get off… she was doing that to me just by lying there. Maybe there would be a time for experimentation, to introduce her to that world later on, but right now I wasn’t even considering it. I wanted my first time with Sophie to be as pure as possible.

  She looked at me. Her expression still had a hazy afterglow and I felt a catch in my chest, something unlike I had ever felt before.

  “Condom,” she said, her hands roaming over my shoulders. “Do you have one?”

  Fuck.

  “Did you empty my pants pockets before you put them in the dryer?”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

  “Then, no…”

  Her grin was quick, and her eyes flashed with momentary bashfulness. “Try the top drawer,” she said and pushed me from her. I didn’t hesitate and launched myself across the room, pulled the wooden drawers open and plunged inside. I wasn't stopping my hunt until I got what I came for.

  I returned to the bed, pausing at the base to look at Sophie. Really look at her. She’d tucked her legs up slightly and turned her body, covering herself with her arms. She looked so damn delicious, innocent, and mine. I knew I couldn’t walk away, wouldn’t ever be able to walk away. This was Sophie, not some random girl off the street. She meant the world to me.

  This was the woman my heart was pleading for.

  For a second I closed my eyes and pushed the thought away… I wasn’t going there right now. Thinking like that and allowing my emotions to get the best of me would ultimately ruin me.

  I leaned against the bed and rested my hands on her ankles, applying gentle pressure.

  “Don’t be shy. Let me see you.”

  She shifted and uncurled herself, positioned directly in front of me lying flat with her bent legs wide open.

  “Touch yourself, Sophie,” I encouraged, and tugged on my cock, milking it slowly as I watched her apprehensive hand trail down her stomach to her pussy. I nodded, loving the sight and she cupped herself tightly, her head tilted back, enjoying what she was doing. Moaning as her confidence grew.

  I sheathed myself without taking my eyes off of her. She was starting to melt away into her own world and I couldn’t have that. Couldn’t let her have all the fun. Quickly I climbed on top of her and kissed her tenderly, bringing her back to me, our eyes locking.

  Looking at her I willed myself to take it slow.

  The urge to fuck her raw, to clamp down on her hips and drive into to her so fucking hard, pounding away roughly, was almost unbearable. I bit my tongue and forced that certain desire away. I didn’t want to just fuck her and leave her hobbling like a cowboy after a long ride come morning. I wanted to make love to her.

  I wanted this to be different. I wanted to savour it and remember it.

  It might be my only, and possibly my last, chance.

  My lips worked their way down to her neck, finding that sensitive spot behind her ear that had her moaning softly. Her hands clawed at my shoulders. This time she was using her nails to get my attention.

  When my lips tugged on one of her rosy tipped nipples, she nearly came off the bed. My other hand found the sensitive spot between her legs and rubbed gently, my cock pulsating impatiently.

  “Please,” she begged as she pushed herself harder against my hand. I lavished kisses on the other nipple, not giving in just yet. “William, make my dreams come true. Show me the stars.”

  I replaced my hand with my cock, pushing into her hot wetness. I scrunched my eyes up. Damn she was tight. But then they sprang open as the realisation whacked me in the face. Her own beautiful eyes were wide, teeth bit down on her lip as I inched my way in. There was no turning back now. And the tears in her eyes were impossible to miss.

  She was purer than I thought.

  My heart dropped into my stomach. “Dammit, Sophie,” I said harshly, pausing my assault on her body. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Twenty

  Sophie

  I bit my lip harder, wishing he would just go ahead and take me. The pain would be over quick… well at least that was the rumour.

  After twenty-six years, my virginity wasn’t something that I dwelled on too much anymore; instead it was a sad reminder of the life I didn’t have outside of my work and demanding position. It was a reminder of everything I had missed out on. Always waiting for the right guy to come along, and who never did.

  Until now.

  I was probably the oldest virgin in London who didn’t have a legitimate excuse as to why I’d had held onto it for so long. Not that there hadn’t been opportunities. It just never seemed to be the right time.

  I moved under William, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pleading, urging him to continue. Him turning chivalrous now would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. He wouldn’t stop now, would he? I had done things with him tonight that I had never experienced and instead of being extremely embarrassed, I wanted to do more of it, much more, my mind flashing upon the toys he’d had in hi
s suite at the club.

  God, he had made me feel special. Like I wasn’t just another conquest. That he actually saw me—the real me—and the romantic I’d tried to keep trapped inside.

  He was struggling with the revelation that I was a virgin, though, and I wasn’t quite sure how to get him to continue other than me pinning him down and taking matters into my own hands.

  Realising he was waiting for me to answer his question, I gave him a bashful shrug. “I didn’t think it was that important.”

  “Bloody hell,” he muttered, sweat popping out on his forehead. “I’ll stop now if you want.”

  “No,” I blurted out. “Don’t you dare turn gallant on me now.”

  His brow creased, and one of his eyebrows quirked up in an amusement. I gave him a shy smile. “Sophie—”

  “I mean… Please d-don’t stop. I want you to be my first.” And only.

  Will let out a groan and there was a subtle flash in his eyes. Had I said the magic words? Or had I just ruined everything between us, forever?

  For a moment I thought he was done with me until he started whispering in my ear and running his hands up my torso, touching, caressing, squeezing. “You are gorgeous, you don’t even realise it… and your body is mine.”

  He pressed deeper into me, harder, filling me. I let out a gasp, the tension in my clenched muscles easing the more he stroked me with his sweet words. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over his shoulders, wanting him closer than he’d ever been before, as he delved his way in. My pulse hummed with anticipation and when he pulled back, another more delicious building sensation rocked my body, sparking tendrils of pleasure.

  My eyes flew open as he thrust into me again. He was watching me intensely, his body moving back and forth, varying his pace, making it so I had no idea what was coming next. My head was spinning, I felt unbalanced, as if I were on a fairground twister, oscillating every which way, its only intent and purpose to leave me breathless and trembling.