by Parker Grey
At both events, I can hardly keep my hands off of Josephine. It’s all I can do not to shout from the rafters that she’s mine, already my bride, and that I’m hers for forever. We hold hands under the banquet table, and it’s all I can do not to slide my hand into her lap, lift the long skirt of her gown, and tease her until she comes right there, in the middle of everything.
Afterward, I’m impossibly hard for the entire ball, just watching her glide around the floor, beautiful and graceful as a swan. She dances with everyone there — it’s only polite, after all — and even though all the other men are perfectly courteous and well-mannered, by the end of it I’m responding to my own dance partner with one-word answers, watching Josephine from the corner of my eye.
It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s not that I feel like there’s any real threat from any of these men.
I just don’t want to fucking watch anyone else dance with my princess, and it works me into a near-frenzy of possessiveness.
Finally, I can’t stand it any more. There’s a lull in the dancing while the band takes a break, and I find Josephine, talking to her two sisters and a few other people.
I smile as charmingly as I possibly can, though I still see nervousness flicker over a few of the faces.
“Ladies,” I say, winding my hand through Josephine’s. “Could I steal my fiancée away for a few moments?”
They all agree, giggling a little, and I lead Josephine through the dance hall, to an outside door, and we emerge into the cool night air.
“What is—“
I lean down and kiss her, because I feel like if I don’t kiss her right now, I might dissolve. Josephine practically melts under my lips, her soft body yielding instantly, and a surge of heat spikes through me.
My hands lock around her waist, and her fingers wind through my hair. I kiss her greedily, urgently, our bodies pressing together as I invade her mouth with my tongue, possessing her.
“I need you now,” I growl when we separate.
She looks around nervously. We’re outside in a balustrade, not far from the lit windows of the dance hall where everyone we know is still standing.
“Leo, it’s—“
I kiss her again, and this time I slide both hands down to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks hard and rocking her body against my massive, insistent erection. I can practically feel her heartbeat fluttering in her chest, and I break the kiss to whisper into her ear.
“I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” I murmur. “You’re so fucking beautiful that I can’t stand it.”
Josephine bites her lip, her eyes lowering. Even though I’ve been talking to her like this for weeks now, she blushes, but it only makes me harder.
“Okay,” she whispers, and grabs my hand. “Come on.”
I let her pull me along until we’re at a doorway. Josephine tries the handle, but it’s locked.
“Shit,” she mutters, and pulls her hand out of mine.
I swallow hard, leaning against the wall, hoping that no one comes along and sees us breaking into a locked room in the palace. Not that I care, but I’m trying to get along with my future in-laws. For my princess’ sake.
She lifts the handle, twists it slightly, makes a face, and then suddenly the door swings open and Josephine grins.
“We figured that out as kids,” she says, and winks at me.
We’re through the door in a flash, and I push it shut behind us. It’s some kind of store room, but the kind of store room you could only find at a palace — there are some boxes and furniture, but also a suit of armor, a huge painting of a forbidding-looking woman, and a corner filled with rolled-up rugs.
I grab Josephine’s hand and yanking her back against me, her body warm and supple, and she arches into me, turning her head for another kiss, slowly grinding her perfect ass against my erection.
I groan from somewhere deep in my chest, and Josephine bites my lip, already panting for breath.
This isn’t going to be slow and romantic, this is going to be quick and rough and hard. I reach down her top and find her nipples already hard as diamonds, and I pinch one as she moans into my mouth.
That’s all it takes.
I push Josephine forward until she’s pinned against a big wooden crate, probably holding priceless jewels or something. I don’t know, and I don’t care as I move my hands up her back, pushing her forward as I grind my still-clothed cock against her heat and she looks over her shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
“Say it,” I command.
“I need you to fuck me,” she says, her voice as soft and submissive as always, still sounding innocent and girlish even though she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I run one thumb down the cleft between her cheeks, lingering on the tight bud of her asshole for just a moment, and even through the fabric of her gown I can feel her shudder with desire. I still haven’t claimed her ass, no matter how badly I want to — it takes time and preparation, and when I finally do I want my princess to love having my cock there.
Then I keep going, to her lips so swollen with desire that I can feel them through her skirt, to her clit.
God, I can’t take this. I lift her skirt with one hand and unbutton and unzip my pants with the other. When her gown is around her hips, I grin in surprise.
She’s soaking wet, and not wearing panties. I pause for a moment, stroking my cock with one hand and her slippery entrance with the other.
“You planned for this,” I say, my voice gravelly.
“I had a feeling,” she says, looking back at me, that mixture of submission and seduction in her eyes.
I grab her hair and push her down just hard enough that it doesn’t hurt, and she gasps with pleasure and anticipation.
Then I take her with a single thrust, sheathing myself in her as she sighs, her eyes rolling back into her head. She’s every bit as tight as she was the first time I took her, but in the days since we’ve fucked every which way and I know she can take my cock like this.
“Is this why you didn’t wear panties?” I ask, pulling out and then bottoming out in her again. This time she gasps and moans, because I know my cock is hitting every sweet pleasure spot inside her.
“Yes,” Josephine gasps. “God, fuck yes.”
“And you like getting bent over a box in a store room and fucked hard,” I say, thrusting faster, harder. “That’s not very polite of you, Princess.”
“Fuck polite,” she gasps. “Make me come, Leo.”
I fuck her even harder, my hips slamming into hers, and Josephine moans and whimpers. The entire palace guard could kick in this door right now and there’s no way I would stop.
This, right here — Josephine bent over in front me, my cock filling her completely as she moans, making her come while I’m in total control — this is everything.
Her muscles start fluttering around me, and I can tell she’s about to come, but I want something more. Something else, because I’m addicted and obsessed with her, and because I love that even here, now, where we could be found any minute, her body is mine and I can do anything I want.
I pull out. She turns her head, baffled and confused, but I keep my grip on her with one hand and dip three fingers inside her with the other, getting them slippery and sticky with her juices.
Then I slide them up, from her seam to her back hole, circling it with my fingers.
Josephine bites her lip and closes her eyes, her body softening under mine. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, and I know that even though she thinks it’s filthy, she loves it.
I slide one finger into her ass, feeling her clench. I wait for her to relax, then I slide in a second finger, waiting again.
This time she flexes her hips against my hand, like she’s asking for more, so I slowly, carefully add the third one.
“You like it when I fill your ass, Princess?” I whisper.
Gently, carefully, I move my fingers inside her tight back hole, feeling her respon
d, pushing back against me.
“Yes,” she says.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” I murmur. “And I love you for it.”
I take my hand off her hair, grabbing my cock again. When I push it against her entrance she gasps and tenses, but I don’t stop, and after a moment she relaxes.
I ease myself into her, incredibly, impossibly tight, and Josephine practically melts.
“Leo,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck, Leo, that feels so fucking good...”
I almost come on the spot, and I know I can’t last long, not like this. It’s not just that I’m filling both her holes at once. I’m doing it here, and she’s letting me.
I could fuck her anywhere I wanted, any way I wanted, and that’s the sexiest fucking thing I can think of.
In seconds I’m fucking her hard again and Josephine is moaning, babbling a combination of my name and the word fuck over and over until she comes so hard she buries her face in her elbow, her pussy and ass clenching around me like a vise.
I only last one more stroke before I come too, unloading myself deep inside her, pure pleasure and satisfaction rocketing through me in a surge so strong it nearly knocks me over.
It takes us a long time to catch our breath, but when we do, I take my fingers out of her ass, then pull her upright. I’m still inside her, but she arches her back and turns to kiss me, long and slow and lingering.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you more,” I say.
We kiss again, and I have an idea.
“I’m going to claim your ass on our second wedding night,” I murmur, and I feel her pussy clench around me.
“That’s in a few days,” she murmurs.
“I need you,” I say. “And I want to possess every inch of you. I want to make you feel pleasure you didn’t think was possible.”
She smiles a little.
“You do,” she says.
Chapter Seventeen
Josephine
The next few days pass in a blur. Under no circumstances are we to tell anyone that we’re already married, and even though a few very blurry pictures alleged to be the two of us in Montblanche surface, those are easy enough to deny.
We’re already getting married, why would we have eloped?
But every night, Leo comes and sleeps in my bed. Well, we don’t sleep, at least not at first, though after a few rounds we usually drift off, his arms around me.
Waking up next to him is the best.
“Hurry up,” I say, impatient. The ceremony was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago, and even though no one expects a wedding to be on a time, I’d at least like to get fake-married today.
And then I’d like to get past the dinner and the dancing to tonight, to what Leo’s promised me every night since he took me in the castle store room.
I’m nervous, but I’m excited and dear God am I aroused at the thought. I know I probably shouldn’t be, because butts are pretty gross, but when Leo puts his fingers there?
Or when he puts his tongue there? It feels mind-blowingly good, even moreso because it’s the sort of thing that nice, innocent princesses aren’t supposed to do.
“This would go faster if you hadn’t picked the dress with ten thousand buttons,” Katarina responds, still fiddling with the closure.
I feel slightly bad for wearing a white wedding dress and not being a virgin, but I’m also pretty sure it doesn’t matter. I’m also pretty sure that virtually no one in the modern world is still a virgin when they get married — except me, of course, but that was... different.
“It’s a nice dress,” I say. “And it was the royal seal of approval.”
Katarina just snorts. The royal seal of approval is pretty tough, and this dress only got it because it’s got a lace overlay that’s long-sleeve, making it appropriately modest for a Tomassian wedding.
Poor Katarina, who somehow talked our parents into letting her marry two men at the same time, practically had to wear a nun’s habit.
“Okay,” she finally says, stepping away. She’s got one hand on her enormous belly as she surveys me. “You’re just about ready to go. Where’s your bouquet?”
“Here,” volunteers Florentina, who was sitting quietly on a chair this whole time, just watching.
“Thanks,” I say.
“You look nice,” Florentina says softly.
“You do too,” I tell them both, dressed in matching blue dresses. “Ready to go get me married?”
Even though this isn’t our real wedding ceremony, it somehow feels that way. Not that the first one didn’t — but they feel different, and I’m glad I’m doing this one, marrying Leo in front of both our families and our kingdoms.
Maybe now the rumors will finally stop. I don’t think that everyone will stop seeing him as a beast, but maybe having a queen and children will help his image out some.
After the ceremony, we eat a huge banquet, though I’m too excited and nervous to eat more than a few bites. Now that the wedding part is over, I’m wet as hell with anticipation of what comes next.
Then we dance. It’s only polite that I dance with most of the men in attendance, even though the only one I really want to dance with is my new husband. Every time we lock eyes on the dance floor he gives me a long, slow, burning look that just about lights me on fire.
At last, at last, the dance ends. The band plays us out, and there’s a horse and carriage to take us to a secluded cabin on the palace grounds — our person honeymoon suite.
When we arrive, Leo steps out, then holds his hand out for me.
“Princess,” he says, smiling, and I take his hand.
Before I’m out of the carriage he’s lifting me in his arms, and as the carriage drives off he pushes open the cottage door, carrying me across the threshold, and he kicks it shut behind him before carrying me straight to the bedroom and putting me down on the bed.
Even though it’s a cabin, it’s still a royal cabin, with antique furniture that’s probably a hundred years old at least, everything sumptuous, outfitted in velvet and silk. The bed is an enormous four-poster bed, the posts reaching for the ceiling, all the furniture beautifully finished and hand-carved.
Also, there’s a huge mirror in a gilded frame, pointed directly at the bed.
Instantly, he’s on me, crushing my mouth with his, hungrily devouring me. I grab at his jacket and shirt, wanting to get them off of his perfect, chiseled body already, but he pushes my hands away.
“We do things my way tonight, Princess,” he says, and pushes the skirt of my wedding dress over my hips.
I did wear panties today, because it seemed too risky not to, but in half a second he’s torn my thong off my body and his tongue is on my lips, sliding between them and lapping at my clit.
Heat rockets through me, and I moan. There’s something especially urgent about Leo right now, like he’s got some deep, unnameable hunger that demands to be satisfied.
He licks harder, lapping and sucking at my clit and I moan helplessly, turning my face toward the sheets on the bed. Leo’s always been fucking amazing with his tongue, but now that he’s been practicing on me I swear he can make me come in a matter of seconds.
Then his fingers part my lips and plunge inside me, stroking my sensitive inner wall, and I come almost instantly.
Leo doesn’t wait for me to finish, and I’m still trembling as he flips me over onto my hands and knees, pulling me toward him and he pushes his fingers back inside me. His tongue moves from my clit upward, and I hold my breath in anticipation of what’s coming.
Slowly, he licks me there, and I exhale in a rush, still gripping the bedsheets tight. It’s so dirty, so wrong, but it feels so good as he coaxes me to another orgasm, tongue lavishing attention on my puckered back hole.
This time I whimper his name when I come, and when I’m finished, aftershocks still rattling through me, he crawls over me and kisses the back of my neck.
“I love how dirty you are,” he says, something he tells
me every night. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He kisses my neck slowly.
“And I’m going to fuck you in the ass tonight, Princess,” he goes on, sending a shiver down my spine. “But I’m going to make you come every way I know how first.”
Leo slides his hands down my back, gently, seductively, and then stops midway.
Suddenly he grabs the fabric and pulls. The dress tears and tiny buttons go flying all over the room, and I gasp in shock, but it’s so fucking hot that I don’t mind.
He keeps going, tearing my wedding dress with his bare hands, ripping the white fabric apart until he tosses it away and pulls me backward against his body, tearing my bra away until I’m naked and he’s fully clothed.
We’re facing the mirror, and he’s looking over my shoulder, his hands all over me. I’ve never watched myself like this before, but it’s sexy, seeing what he’s doing to me.
And thinking about what he’s going to do.
Leo kneels on the bed and pulls me onto his lap, holding tightly onto my hips so I don’t slide off. The massive spike of his erection is right underneath me, and I can’t help but writhe against, rubbing him against my most sensitive spots.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says into my ear, one hand wandering up to pinch a nipple. “Do you like watching yourself, Princess?”
“I do now,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says. “Because you’re going to watch yourself take my cock.”
He lets me go, pulling his shirt off before tilting me forward onto my hands and knees. In a flash, he’s naked as well, thick erection jutting out proudly, and he kneels again on the bed behind me.
I bite my lip, waiting. Anticipating that sweet, glorious moment when he slides into me, that moment when the world starts exploding.
But instead he pulls me back so I’m kneeling over him, both of us facing the mirror, my legs straddling his. He shifts slightly, his hands on my hips, and then, finally, he’s at my entrance.