by Rye Hart
Lucas cleared his throat, and I turned to see him giving Enzo a devilish grin.
“What’s in the north dungeon?”
“It’s the castles medieval torture chamber.” His wide grin and the side eye he kept giving his friend told me that there was more than he was telling me.
“Have fun, Your Majesty. We’ll take Esme for ice cream.” Margarite turned her head and gave him a look that let me know she didn’t like Lucas making those types of promises.
“Thanks, friend. And cancel my calls. I’ll do them tomorrow.”
Lucas gave him a wink as Enzo took my hand and led me out the door and down the hall.
The castle was a maze of sprawling hallways and grand rooms, and each new wing was decorated in a theme and represented something from the kingdom’s past.
“What’s so special about the torture chamber?” I asked as we turned another corner. “It’s not still in use, is it?” I giggled, but he turned and met my eyes with a serious look.
“We’ll have to see. Some say it’s haunted from the centuries past and some people still think they hear the moans of ghosts and demons echoing through the surrounding halls.”
“You’re trying to scare me.” I gave him a look to let him know there was no way I’d be worried, but then his expression didn’t falter.
“These old castles are full of spirits. Think about the deaths that have occurred here. My father aside, there have been hundreds. And think about the energy in that chamber, the fight of a mortal man to keep his life and the energy he exuded. I don’t think it’s entirely unbelievable.”
We reached a door, and he looked around as if to make sure we weren’t being followed, and then he opened the door, and there was a small entrance which led to the stairs.
“It’s dark down this staircase so, watch your step.”
I clung to him, holding on tight to his arm and matching his steps so close I nearly tripped over both of our feet. “Is it this dark down in the chamber?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the dark, dank dungeon without any light at all. Not even with Enzo.
“Are you scared?”
“I know you’ll keep me safe.”
The air changed the lower we went, and soon it was musty and damp. Enzo led us along the wall a few steps at the bottom of the stairs and then with a loud pop of electricity, the lights came on.
The room was just as big as his living quarters, and there were lots of old bolts on the walls with chains. There were so many feet between them to keep the prisoners from touching one another. Then there were some up higher than the others with long obelisk beneath them, and what appeared to be standing stones.
“What are those for?” I pointed to a tall stand with what reminded me of a tall gabled roof.
“They’d put them straddling that board and tie weights to their feet.” I looked down to the two large weights which looked to be so heavy; I doubted I’d be able to lift them even with my legs.
I swallowed a huge lump in my throat and met his eyes.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t why I brought you here.” He walked me around to the other side of the room, where there was a large wall partitioning one side from another. On that side, away from the gruesome shackles and stones, was a large table. It had straps for your head, feet, and wrists.
“What would they do with this?”
“Hop up, and I’ll show you.”
“Hop up? I can’t in this outfit; it’s one of my favorites.” The tight leggings and long shirt dress were new, and Esme had helped me pick it out.
He took a whip off the rack hanging near the table and cracked it. “Then you should take them off.” I gave him a wide smile.
“That’s what you brought me down here for? Sex?”
“I told you, it’s been a legend here for some time that some have heard the ghostly screams and moans coming from this chamber.”
“So, I’m not the first woman you’ve had down here? Is that what you’re saying?” His face changed, and I knew he knew he was busted.
“Lots of people have snuck down here, and yes, if you must know. I’ve brought others here before. None that I loved, but yes, girls. Lucas has too.”
“Of course, he has. That’s what those looks were all about.” I stepped closer, and he brought the whip around my waist and held me close.
“Will you be gentle?” I kissed him softly and pulled away.
“I think you’ll have to trust me, but I’m not making any promises.” When his eyes smoldered like they were, I always got a warm, tingly feeling between my legs and that moment was no exception.
I stepped back and pulled down my pants and laid them across the farthest end of the table and then slipped off my top and bra. I left my panties in place, and Enzo didn’t protest as I climbed up onto the dusty table and turned around.
“Lay down.” I did as he told, resting my head against the dust-covered table and thinking of how badly I’d need a bath, and perhaps a tetanus shot when I was done as he rattled the rusty chains.
“Let me know if it hurts.” His voice was another command, and I nodded as he closed the cuffs around my wrist and then walked around the table to secure the other. Then came my feet, and soon enough, I was strapped down and unable to move.
He brought the whip against my skin, letting it drag and tickle me. Then he brought the handle against my mound, and I tensed. “I guess we’re about to see how much trust you have in me.”
“Complete trust.” My chest heaved because my heart was pounding so fast, and my eyes followed him as he walked around and stood down between my feet.
He rubbed the whip handle against my clit, and though I was cinched down tight, with little room to wiggle, I couldn’t help but fight against my restraints. Soon, they bit into my skin, and I cried out.
“Careful, baby. Don’t move too much.” He crawled up on the table and knelt between my legs which were spread wide, and not going any wider. And then he leaned down, and his warm mouth closed on my clit, right where the whip handle had been.
His tongue slipped down, licking its way to my slit where he pushed it deep into my channel as a finger teased my tender bud. I cried out as the pleasure rolled through me and he lapped faster, taking in my nectar in greedy pulls.
Not being able to move was frustrating, but extremely arousing too. I wanted to move so badly, to assist and guide him right where I needed him most, but there was nothing I could do but let him have his way with me.
He rose up and lay across me, and dipped down for a quick kiss. Then he reached down, and I felt the warmth of his cock as he centered his head against my clit and rubbed against it, spreading my juices.
I whimpered wanting to move so badly that I started to shake as he pushed his cock into me. Then I cried out as he leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His chest rose up against me as he pushed into my depths and I turned my head and bit into his shoulder careful not to break the skin.
He hissed and slowly fucked me, grinding his cock, pushing me harder against the hard, creaking table.
“I’m not going to let you free until you’re lying in a puddle.” He rocked his hips, and I came hard, shuddering around him and milking his cock. “That’s my girl.” He kept steady, not letting up, not even after I finished.
He pulled out, and I thought he’d climb off the table and untie me, but then he came up, straddling my body, his strong thighs on either side of my head. I raised up and took his balls into my mouth as he stroked his cock, and then turned around, straddling my face as his mouth went down on me. I lifted my head and whimpered, and he lowered himself so I could take him into my mouth and he rocked his hips pushing his cock deep into my throat.
I gagged and coughed, and he pulled back jumping down to his feet.
“Please let me loose,” I begged, shaking my shackles.
He grinned wickedly. “I will, but only to tie you up again.” He walked up and undid my wrists, and I sat up and caught my breath as he went to my ankl
es and freed me.
“That was intense.” I stared down at his huge erection which was now an angry red with bulging veins.
“Come down.” He helped me off the table and then walked me to a large stock post in the middle of the room.
“You’re not putting me in that are you?” He nodded and lifted the bar, his eyes telling and not asking.
I felt my pussy tingle as I thought of him taking me hard from behind which was my latest favorite position. I hesitated a little, and he stood me in front of it and urged me forward. “Trust me, Cindy.”
I leaned forward and positioned my neck and wrists, and he clamped down the bar which held me in place, before kicking at my feet to urge them apart. I had never felt so vulnerable, not even when I’d been strapped to the table. And he walked up and took me hard from behind, his thick cock ramming my pussy deep as he held my hips.
I was lost in a wave of ecstasy, my body convulsing as I quivered around his cock and my releases, which had gone multiple again, ran down my legs.
He fucked me hard for the longest time, and it wasn’t until my legs were shaking so badly and I couldn’t stand, that he was holding me up against him, that he came, soaking my walls with his thick, hot seed.
He stilled and pulled away, and I stood there shaking unable to collapse as I wanted. I sagged as much as I could with my head in the brace, and he opened up the bar, I fell to the dusty floor.
He reached down and picked me up and pulled me into his arms, then after a moment of just sitting there together, he helped me dress and climb the stairs.
Once we reached the top, I sagged against him on weak and wobbly legs. “Can all of the tours be like this?”
“Well, we only have the one torture chamber, but we can come back down whenever you like.” He kissed my hand and led me down the hall.
“Tomorrow it is, then.”
Enzo chuckled as we rounded the first corner. “That’s my girl.”
The End
IT’S NOT OVER YET....THE PARTY HAS JUST STARTED.....
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The Billionaire’s Princess
CHAPTER ONE
“The usual for you, Nico?” I asked, a smile plastered on my face as I poured his cup of coffee.
“Of course, Sophia. Please, and thank you,” the man said. “How you manage to remember my order every single time is beyond me. And it's very impressive given the fact that I only come in every few weeks.”
“Well, what can I say? Maybe it's just hard to forget a sharp dressed businessman like yourself,” I said with a wink.
Flirting with Nico – even though he was a bit older than me – was always fun. Harmless fun. Beyond knowing that he liked his eggs runny, his bacon crispy, and his toast lightly buttered, I actually knew very little about the man who came in wearing freshly pressed, expertly tailored suits and ties. Other than what he wanted for breakfast, the man was a complete mystery to me. I didn't even know his last name.
As I put in his order, I glanced up and noticed him watching me closely.
“How are your folks?” he asked. “I haven't seen your dad in here in a while.”
I cringed inwardly at the mention of my father. To be perfectly honest, things were not going well with him or my family. But that was a private, in-house matter. We weren't supposed to let anyone know what was going on behind the scenes.
“They're good,” I lied. “Everybody's good. Thanks for asking.”
“Really?” Nico asked, skepticism coloring his voice, his eyebrow raised.
“Really,” I said, smiling brightly as I turned away from him to make fresh coffee – and to avoid a gaze that seemed to see and know far too much; at least, more than I was comfortable with.
Still, even with my back turned to him, I felt Nico's eyes on me. He was watching me, studying me with those eyes that seemed to see through me. Although, I wasn't sure if he was watching me from a pure sociological perspective, or if he was just plain checking me out.
I decided that there was no way he was actually interested in me. He was, after all, almost twice my age. Even though he was very easy on the eyes, and always wore expensive-looking suits, he was always kind and respectful. He was also never demeaning or pervy with me either – which was a sharp contrast from some of the other business types who frequented the diner.
Nico was a gentleman, and was always on his best behavior, which, I appreciated.
“I don't buy it, Sophia,” he said finally.
“Buy what?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
He looked up quickly and I saw his cheeks color slightly. Yeah, he certainly had been checking out my ass and got busted, which made my insides warm.
“That everything is fine,” he said, clearing his throat and trying to cover the fact that I'd just caught him staring at my backside. “I can tell when you're lying.”
With a sigh, I looked around and leaned forward on the counter – accidentally showing off my cleavage when I did so. Like the gentleman he was, Nico looked into my eyes – rather than at my chest – and I pitched my voice low, to be sure I wasn't overheard by anybody else.
“I'm swearing you to secrecy here, Nico,” I said. “I'm trusting you to keep this between the two of us.”
“You have my word, Sophia.”
And as I looked into his eyes, I knew I could trust him. I knew he wouldn't breathe a word of what I was about to tell him to another living soul without my say-so.
“Well, to be honest, I'm not sure how much longer the diner is going to be open ,” I said, biting my lip and keeping my voice low. “Next time you're passing through this way, it may be under new ownership. Or closed. Or turned into a McDonald's for all I know.”
“You're kidding me. Did you father sell the place?” Nico asked in a hushed voice.
Nico's dark eyes suddenly grew so very serious, a look of concern crossing his handsome features. His gaze filled with a compassion I wasn't expecting. After all, this was just a diner he stopped by once every couple of weeks. And if we closed up shop, I knew he could get his fix of morning grease and coffee anywhere else without a problem.
But he looked genuinely concerned, and as he looked at me, I couldn't help but stare into his eyes.
“Not exactly,” I said, straightening up, looking around again.
I knew I shouldn't be talking about our personal family business out in the open with just anyone – but Nico was always so nice and willing to listen. It was hard not to open up to him. And I knew I could trust him, that he wouldn't betray my confidence.
“More like we're losing it,” I said.
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm, sadly so,” I said, fighting back the emotion that welled up within me as I admitted it.
I didn't tell him why were on the verge of losing the diner. I didn't tell him about my father's gambling debt – that wasn't necessary and he didn't need to know that. Sunny Side Up Diner had been in my family for several generations. Growing up, it had always been my dream to own this little diner in the middle of the central valley. I used to think about all of the things I would do to put my own stamp on it – but also everything I'd leave exactly the same to honor the family tradition. I knew I could turn the diner into something bigger and better than it already was.
But that was apparently not to be. My dreams were going to remain just that – dreams. We were completely and utterly broke, and I honestly wasn't sure what would happen to any of us. Not that any of this was Nico's problem. I didn't want to bore him with our personal family struggles. Nor did I want to tell him that story – I feared that he might see me differently, or think of me as something lesser. And even though I might never see him again once we closed up shop, that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to remember the way he looked at me, and
the genuine kindness he'd always treated me with.
I left Nico to run back to the pass-through window to grab his food. We didn't serve up fancy dinner fare or anything, we specialized in just your basics, but we did that very well, and had for several generations. It was a fact the vast amount of people stopping in as they traveled between L.A and San Francisco regularly could testify to.
Eggs, bacon, toast, a side of pancakes, biscuits and gravy, all made from scratch with ingredients we got from the local farms. What made it special was that the meals we served up were made with recipes dating back to my great grandmother's day. She’d used ingredients and seasonings that weren't very common, and of course, the freshness couldn't be beat. That combination helped us serve up meals that really were mouth-watering.
Sunny Side Up was truly something special, and it had been for a long time. But soon enough, it would be gone.
Generations of hard, loving work flushed down the toilet because of my father. He had a sickness – an addiction he couldn't get under control. What made it even worse was the fact that he didn't ever seem to really try.
I left Nico alone to enjoy his food and spare him anymore of my sob story, but as I handed him his check, he grabbed my hand before I could pull it away. When most guys tried to pull that with me, they got a slap across the face. But I could tell that Nico wasn't trying to be forward or creepy – he was just trying to get me to look at him.
As I looked into his eyes, all I could think about was how damn handsome he was – even for a man twice my age. There was some graying around his temples, but it only added to his appeal, made him look even more distinguished and accomplished.
“When will your father be in?” he asked me.
“Oh, he's in the back, actually,” I said. “He's the one cooking today. Want me to grab him for you?”
“Yes, please,” Nico said, letting go of my hand. “I'd love to have a word with him, if you don't mind.”
I had no idea what Nico would want to talk to my father about, I just hoped it wasn't about what I'd told him. My dad had hardly anything to do with the customers, and honestly, it was better that way. He stayed in the back, in front of the grill, where he was happiest. A surge of adrenaline shot through me when I poked my head into the kitchen and saw him standing there in front of the grill, listening to his talk radio, idly scraping the hot surface.