Sinderella

by Sophie Starr

  I shrugged. “I am given it by my ladies.”

  He sat back. “I thought it odd, but I assumed maybe you could not get with child.”

  I laughed. “You would marry me if I were barren?”

  He nodded.

  “You are a fool.”

  His eyes grew mischievous and his smile instantly made my blood boil. He pulled me into his lap and turned me over his bare knee. “Where is the word Sire, as I have requested? You have not said it yet. You are willful and stubborn.”

  I laughed into his warm skin until his hand came down on my bare cheeks the first time. Then I moaned into his arm that held me down. He spanked again, hitting exactly in the right spot. He vibrated my sex.

  “You will call me Sire, even when you are calling me a fool. In this room, I do not think it is too much to ask, to respect me.” His hand made contact again. I clenched with my fingers into the meaty parts of his arm. He slipped a finger into my wet cunny, pumping into me and still holding me over his knee. “You will speak to me now like the master of your body.”

  He pumped his finger in and out, slapping the base of it against my anus. It vibrated, making me squirm, desperately trying to force an orgasm.

  He chuckled. “Oh no you don't. I want to hear some begging.”

  My words came out breathy. “Please, Sire. Please make me cum.”

  He moved his finger faster and then stopped. I was mid-clench, holding my breath and tensing everywhere for the orgasm. He slowly dragged his finger from me and sat back, letting me fall from his lap.

  I looked at him, confused by what had happened. He smiled, that same rakish grin he always gave.

  “I hear it’s bad for the heart to stop like that. So when we’re old and gray and you’re finished with me, that's exactly how I want to die. You understand?”

  I swallowed hard. “You have to finish!”

  He laughed bitterly. “Again, no Sire? Do I mean nothing to you?”

  I started to laugh, but I could feel the extreme cold hatred filling up inside of me. I offered him a hand. “Please Sire, come with me and let me show you how much I love you.”

  He grinned like the fool he was about to be played for. “That's more like it.”

  We got up off the floor and walked to the bed. I ran my hands down his muscled torso. He was a work of art, as far as men went. His body was beautiful. His cock even more so. I encompassed one of his nipples and sucked, making him suck his breath when I bit.

  I dragged a hand down, scratching lightly until I reached his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing. He gulped, forcing me to fight my grin. I bent down, licking his torso and stomach. I dropped to my knees, wrapping my hands around to his cheeks and squeezed, digging my nails in. He jumped a bit. I licked up the shaft of his cock.

  I dug my nails in again, driving him into my mouth when he moved to escape the sharp scratch. I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him than I had ever before. His hands dug into my hair but I pulled back.

  I knew what he was about to do. Once he started pulling my hair there was no way I could stop myself. I would let him have whatever he wanted.

  I dragged my hand along his wet shaft, squeezing several times. He moaned, trying to get a grip on the hair at the back of my head.

  I stood up, pushing him back. He smiled as he fell back onto the bed. I crawled up onto him, positioning myself over his erect cock. He lifted his hands to touch me but I pushed them down. “Sire, let me show you just how much I love you.” I pushed his arms behind his head and positioned his cock into my wet cunny. I slowly sat back, sliding down onto him. Every time with him was like the first. His girth always stretched me the first couple strokes. I lifted up and pushed back down, trying not to enjoy the feel too much. I loved how much he was enjoying it. He writhed like he wanted me to go faster but I didn't. I kept the slow and steady pace neither of us liked.

  I moaned, arching my back and rotating my hips. I leaned back, still riding him. I could see his arms twitching with need to touch me. I reached my hands up, cupping my breasts and moaning. I rolled my nipples, making them stand on end.

  He bit his lip but maintained his arms behind his head. His legs flexed, helping him thrust slightly. I reached my other hand down and started rubbing between my legs.

  He looked like he might attack me, but showed restraint.

  I started to laugh as I felt the build up of heat inside of me. “You know, Sire, I think you were right about taking it slow.” I rubbed faster, clenching my body tightly and orgasming on his cock. I moaned into the waves.

  He shook his head. “You enjoy that?”

  I smiled. “I did, Sire.” I pulled myself forward, taking his beautiful lip in my teeth. I bit down as I lifted myself off of his cock. His hands lifted but I pushed down on his biceps and shook my head. I climbed off of him. “Please wait here, Sire.” I smirked when I said it. He sat up, looking savage.

  I picked a robe up from the bureau and walked to the door. “I love you so much, I am willing to make every moment of your life exciting.” I bowed. “Sire.” I opened the door and ran down the hall pulling it on.

  I could hear him cussing, but I stayed silent when I made it down to the second level of the castle. It was dark in the halls, even the servants were in their beds. I crept into the dining hall and hid under the table. My stomach was full of flutters. I wanted so badly for him to catch me.

  I didn't hear anything. I stayed where I was for a moment before creeping along the wall and ducking into his office.

  “Ella!”

  My spine tingled when his soft whisper filled the air. I ducked behind his desk and stayed perfectly still.

  His footsteps were not soft like mine. He moved as if he knew where I was.

  I held my breath when they got closer.

  “You know, I do feel like the luckiest of men. You are beautiful, unreasonable, amusing, foolish in the best way and you make me feel like I am on fire.” He stopped in front of the office and sighed. “Like right now, my blood is on fire.”

  His head turned sharply, looking into the office. “You think I wouldn't know the sound of my own heart beating. I gave it to you for safe keeping, but I still recognize the sound of it.” He closed the door to the office and pressed his back against it.

  A broad smile crossed my lips.

  “This little game of yours has intrigued me.”

  I stayed where I was, ready to run. He dashed suddenly, around the side of the desk. I tried to run to the other side but his long arm grabbed me. I screamed, the game had become real almost.

  He pulled me across the desk, rolling me and pressing my face into the mahogany desk. He bent over me, whispering into my ear. “My love, you will now refer to me as Sire in this room as well.” His legs kicked mine apart as he ripped the robe from my body.

  A smile owned my face, no matter how much I feared his wrath. His hands fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them. I felt them drop down his legs. He licked my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth.

  “I can’t believe I will have a lifetime of you. A lifetime of this.” He shoved himself into me. I gasped into the desk. I heard him lick something. “And now you will find out the cost of your misdeeds.” I felt something insert into my anus. It wasn't like the last time, it was slow and steady. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of me as he pressed his finger into me.

  I tensed against him but he whispered. “Relax. Let it happen.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t relax.”

  He pressed his cock into me, slid his free hand up my back and took a fistful of my hair at the base of my head. He tugged, making me huff my breaths. He tugged harder, inserting his finger all the way. He moved it slowly, stretching me out, before letting go of my hair and beginning thrusting again.

  He moved in and out of both my holes, confusing me. I felt a type of pleasure I hadn’t since the first time Lord Grey had licked my cunny. It was tied to the wicked deed the king was doing to me. I liked carnal a
cts to be risqué.

  “You like that, don't you? You like that I control your pleasure?”

  I nodded into the desk, “Yes, Sire.”

  He thrust harder, slamming me into the desk. I moaned.

  “I told you, you are special kind of girl.”

  I pressed back into his finger filling my anus and his cock still stretching my sex. He removed his finger and pumped into me wildly, fucking me against his desk.

  When he came I felt his legs buckle slightly. He made sounds I had never heard him make before. He collapsed on top of me, breathless and shaking his head. “I have never loved this desk more.”

  I laughed but he stayed where he was heaving his breaths.

  The next day, as Abbi and Bethany were tying me into my wedding dress, I looked into the mirror in my room. It was the very mirror we had used when he had made me watch us making love.

  I noticed a blush upon my cheeks and a sparkle in my eyes from thinking about it.

  “The king and the prince both declined the invitation?” Bethany asked.

  I shook my head. “Only Prince Charmant. Everyone else is here. They are arriving today. The king of our lands is overly fond of his cousin, my groom. He is not displeased at all. I think he is relieved actually that Charmant and I will not marry. He needs a steady wife, not one like me.” I gave Bethany a look in the mirror, making her blush as well.

  Abbi gushed. “I do wish your parents could see you so happy.”

  I smiled at her in the mirror. “Me too. But I suppose I will start my own family now.”

  Abbi looked shocked. “Who will be your nurse?”

  I gave her a bright smile. “I don't know. Are you up for it?”

  She laughed. “No. I will come and visit. But a full-time babe at my age? I daresay I am far too old for that.”

  Bethany smiled at me. “I could come and stay and help out.”

  I looked back at her. “No. We must get you wed. The king has many cousins who are wealthy and available.”

  She blushed. “I am getting too old to find a man. You know what Mother always said about my beauty?”

  I grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You are a beautiful person. You are the only one in our whole family who is.”

  She furrowed her brow. “Do not say that. You saved me from the dungeons.”

  “You didn't belong there. You are kind, you always were.”

  She lowered her gaze again. “I might have been kinder. I might have tried harder to defy Mother.”

  I winced. “No. Your mother and sister are where they deserve to be. I am glad you were spared her wicked temper.”

  I looked back at my reflection. “I have my demons to contend with because of her. I am glad you were spared. Have you been to see her or Angelique?”

  Bethany shook her head. “I have no wish to. Mother is evil, through and through, and Angelique is her equal in all things.”

  I nodded. I hadn’t been to see them either. Like my sister, I had no desire.

  There was a knock at the door, interrupting us. “It is time, milady.”

  I smiled and turned for the door.

  Bethany and Abbi giggled like little girls as we left the room and made our way out to the cathedral. The town was gathered. People tossed flower petals at me as I walked, like I was under a shower of them. It was beautiful.

  When I got inside of the cathedral, the king of my lands was there. He offered me his arm and a smile. “Though you will not be my daughter, you will be my cousin. Will you allow me to give you away?”

  I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I would be honored.” I glanced back at Bethany and whispered. “My sister is quite fond of Charmant. She is a good fit for a man such as him. She is steady and kind and loyal.”

  His eyes twinkled. “I shall take that into consideration.” He led me down the aisle to where the most handsome man in the whole world was waiting. He looked stunning in his wedding clothes. When his eyes lifted and he saw me, there was something in his glance. It was like watching him witness a miracle. He clenched his jaw, like he was worried he would cry.

  The king handed me to him, pressing my hands into his cousin’s. He bent forward and kissed my cheek and walked back to a seat at the front.

  I turned and looked at my future husband. I smiled, feeling the tears floating in my eyes.

  My jaw trembled where his was perfectly still to the point of fierceness. I smiled at him. “Stop trying to be so brave,” I whispered.

  He shook his head subtly.

  When the new cardinal (the old cardinal had been relieved of his position) spoke the hymns, I started to relax.

  I started to stray in thought, captured by the passionate blue eyes staring down on me as though I had committed a crime. I knew that was his look of love—everyone else must have been terrified for me though.

  When the final words were spoken, “You may now kiss your bride,” the king leaned in and lightly brushed my lips with his.

  “What was that? I daresay you better have more for me later.”

  He scowled. “Your rule, no putting objects inside of you in front of others. I assumed my tongue was an object.”

  I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Wise choice, Your Grace.”

  He turned, facing the people and holding my hand in the air. “I give you Queen Ellsinore Angleton Beaumont, my wife.” He leaned into me, whispering down on me but making it look like he was kissing my head. “I have some objects I definitely wish to put into you later.”

  I smiled down on our people. “If you can catch me.”

  He kissed again. “I do love you, with all my heart.”

  I looked up at him. “And I you, Sire.”

  He grinned like the fool he was going to be played for. I had found a better hiding place.

  And they lived happily (naughtily) ever after.

  The end.