Accidental Princess: A Hidden Kingdom Novel

by Lexi Whitlow

  He opens the oil and rubs the shimmering liquid onto his cock, moaning and watching me. “I’m planning on finishing. I just wanted to see you come first. And maybe again. Who knows?”

  He steps forward, dripping the oil, heated from the sun above, onto my bare ass. It slides down to my puckered hole, and I feel him press his finger there like he’s done before when we’ve made love. But this time, his hand lingers in that spot, massaging the oil over my hole. Shivers run up and down my spine, and my body fills with the trembles of growing anxiety.

  “I’ve never…” I pause and gulp. “Had anyone do anything back there.”

  He groans and steps closer, pressing his oiled cock against my ass cheek while one strong finger pushes very slowly into my asshole. “It’s like your a sweet virgin, just for me.”

  I moan, heat rising in my cheeks. The intrusion feels—interesting. And my pussy throbs even though I’ve just been satisfied. I laugh a little. “I guess I am.”

  I look again at him. His face is in pure bliss as he fingers my ass with one hand and strokes himself with the other. His hands, the cheeks of my ass—and his beautiful cock—are all slathered with oil.

  “Isn’t it supposed to hurt?”

  “Mmmph,” he sighs, the timing of his strokes increasing. “Not really. Not how I do it.” His voice is thick with desire, his eyes hooded with lust. The finger inside of me moves away, and I’m left empty. He presses the head of his cock against my small, untouched hole, slowly, ever so slowly, stretching me until he slips the head inside.

  I groan long and loud, sounding like some wild animal instead of the quiet girl I always thought I was.

  “Jesus, you’re tight,” he groans, pushing in a centimeter further.

  I gasp. It does hurt—it feels full—almost too full with his girth. But it also feels like heaven, and I want more.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeeess,” I manage to squeak, groaning, my body pushing back against him of its own accord. “But I want you. Inside. Please. All the way. Please, now.”

  A tremble starts at the base of my toes and works its way to the top of my head. Andreas slowly pushes his cock inside of my tight, virgin asshole until he’s filled me completely, the base of his cock pressed against my ass. “Holy God, you’re tight.”

  His body shudders against mine as he pulls back and thrusts inside again. He falls into a rhythm, his hips slapping against mine, his cock filling me again and again like I’ve never been filled before. He keeps on, moaning with each movement, his speed increasing.

  “Come inside me,” I hear myself begging. “I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”

  Andreas lets out a groan, and he thrusts harder. The wave-like feeling of pleasure takes me over again, and I come again, the ripples of pleasure centering on my ass as he thrusts into me. He bucks hard one last time and lets go inside of me, his hips jerking and shuddering against my tiny, tight hole.

  “Jesus, Freya,” he mumbles. “That was so fucking good.”

  I like the feeling of him inside of me. It’s warm and liquid and pressure all at once. But he’s out of me again and turning on the shower, bathing me, kissing me, caring for me. I’m sore from fucking, but after he soaps me down and washes my hair, he’s true to his word. He washes his cock and gets himself hard again before pushing me against the wall and fucking me until I can barely breathe.

  A floating thought comes to me—that it’s never been like this with anyone, and I wish I simply could stay here forever.

  We spend our remaining days just like this—hiking, eating and drinking wine, falling asleep beside each other each evening. Sometimes I’m woken with him already inside of me, or with his full lips wrapped around my clit. He takes my ass again and again, telling me I belong to him, that he’s claimed me, that he’ll never let me go.

  We don’t address any of this in the true light of day. But when he’s buried inside of me, moaning my name, I imagine that it’s true.

  And I tell him I belong to him, to use me how he pleases.

  He does, and it’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.

  Tonight is our last night, and there’s supposed to be this huge beach party later. I watch him as we lie on the beach, passing baguette and cheese back and forth. There’s so much I don’t know about this man, yet we’ve talked for hours about nothing and everything. There’s simply no mention of his family, and my heart beats hard when I think of it. I wonder about his story, but now I’m too hesitant to ask.

  It seems we can’t continue if he doesn’t tell me. And maybe that’s his intention. He says all these words to me, and yet, perhaps there’s nothing behind them.

  We spend the day together, soaking in sun and doing a final hike around the property. Inside, the house is empty again. Caelan is somewhere with Ally—possibly arguing and drinking coffee in this strange rhythm they’ve fallen into.

  I finish my own cup of coffee by the pool and head inside to put my cup in the sink. I see Ally heading back inside to Caelan’s wing of the house, the tall man walking behind her almost awkwardly.

  I almost call out to her, but I decide to hold my tongue for the moment. She’ll talk to me when she’s ready. I try to think back to what we were all doing last night but then I remember that Andreas and I spent the day together and that Ally and Caelan were doing their own thing—again. Whatever is happening between them is strange too, but all these things feel better left unsaid.

  Grabbing some fresh veggies and a yogurt dressing I made earlier, I close the fridge and set it down so that I can put a couple of slices of pita bread into the toaster. Which is apparently easier said than done. I have trouble finding said toaster. The kitchen is pristine, and everything is put away, nothing on the counter but the fancy coffee maker.

  After five minutes of searching I just give up and take the bread with me to my room and spread my food out before me. Somehow, the kitchen is always stocked, and somehow the fruit and vegetables are always crisp and perfect.

  “Must be nice,” I say, biting into the plum. The juice runs down my chin.

  While Andreas showers, I decide to call my mom while I’ve got some free time. It’s not my favorite task in the world, but if I don’t check in with her from time to time then she gets pissy about it—yet she’s never the one to call me first.

  “Hey Mom, it’s Freya,” I say when she answers.

  “I’ve got caller ID dear, you don’t have to tell me who you are,” she snaps. I know she’s rolling her eyes at me even though I can’t see her do it. That’s her move when she gets irritated or I’m inconveniencing her time.

  I take a deep breath because the sooner this call is over the better I’ll feel.

  “Just wanted to check in with you. I’m leaving Ibiza and heading back to Scotland tomorrow and I won’t be able to call until I get back.”

  She doesn’t ask me how my trip is going, and I don’t offer any details.

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Kirk called the house the other day looking for you, said he hadn’t heard from you in a few days and he was worried. Poor boy, you don’t ever call me, so I can only imagine how hard it is for you to stay in contact with the man you’re supposed to be marrying.”

  I put my head down and try to calm down before I speak. “What did you tell him?”

  “I told him that you were on vacation in the place and that he should have been on vacation with you.”

  “Mom, Kirk and I broke up a few weeks ago. I told you that, so if he calls again don’t tell him anything that concerns me, please?”

  “Fine, whatever. I’m not sure why you’d let a great catch like Kirk get away but that’s none of my business. Who do you think you’re going to find to replace him? You were lucky that you ended up together but you’re not getting any younger and—”

  I cut her off before she can go on anymore, “Mom! That’s enough. I called you to check in and I’ve done that. I’ll talk to you later when I’m back in Scotland.”

 
“That’s right; just ignore me like you always do. Good move, Frey.”

  “Bye Mom,” I say tersely as I hang up.

  That lady knows how to push all my buttons and even though I’m halfway around the world, it’s still not a far enough distance.

  I finally get to eat the rest of my breakfast and then I get out my suitcase to start packing. Our flight is early tomorrow morning and I don’t want to have to worry about doing it then, especially if I’ve been drinking the night before. We’ve been planning on going to the party tonight since we first got here, and I want to be able to get drunk and not worry about my problems until tomorrow. Maybe not even then.

  Leaving out a cute dress that I bought yesterday at one of the local shops, I pack away everything that I won’t need between now and leaving. It doesn’t take me very long and I’m even able to zip it closed without having to sit on it. Take that, Ally.

  I get online to check that our flight is still on schedule for our departure time tomorrow and then I don’t have anything else to do for a while, so I decide to lay down and read until I have to get ready.

  I’m wearing the dress when I walk into the kitchen to see Andreas standing there. His eyes scan every inch of my body as I get closer to him. I place a kiss on his lips and he pulls me in for a hug. I like the easiness of it.

  “I love that dress on you, but I’d like it even better off,” he teases as we pull apart.

  I laugh and shake my head. “How does that not surprise me?”

  “What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants.”

  “Are we waiting on Ally and Caelan?” I ask.

  “No. I figured we’d meet up with them later at the beach.”

  “That works. So, are we ready to go then? I am.”

  He nods. “Yeah, just let me call a cab.”

  Andreas the cab service and they tell him it’ll be fifteen minutes or so before they arrive. “What are we going to do for a whole fifteen minutes?” he asks me with a wicked grin on his handsome face.

  “Hmm… I can think of something,” I answer.

  “Care to share?”

  “It’s more of a showing type thing than telling,” I say as I pull him closer and kiss him.

  It starts out slow but quickly builds. His move up and down my sides in seconds, his thumb brushes the underside of one breast. I’m not wearing a bra and my nipple instantly hardens from the sensual tease—which Andreas is quick to pinch through the fabric. I’m already wet, soaking my thighs. I hadn’t bothered to wear panties, and Andreas is quick to find that out as he slides his hand beneath my dress.

  “Fuck, Freya,” Andreas says into my ear. He bites down on my ear lobe at the same moment he thrusts his long fingers inside of me. He licks the outside of my ear and then moves his tongue to the inside, like he’s making out with my ear. But damn does it feel good. I shiver with every pass of his tongue and my pussy drips down the side of my leg from how wet he’s gotten me.

  He picks up the pace with his fingers and continues to lick my ear, pushing me closer to the edge. This has got to be the fastest I’ve ever orgasmed, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I want him to see me come apart from his touch, to know what he’s capable to doing to my body.

  I hear his phone go off, knowing it’s the cab saying they’ve arrived. It’s perfect timing as I cum so hard I see stars; I’m not going to be able to walk far without Andrea’s help.

  “Every time you have an orgasm it gets sexier and sexier. I didn’t even think that it was possible, but you amaze me,”

  He kisses me on the forehead and then lets my dress down. Almost like he’s read my mind, he turns around and crouches down, letting me get on his back so he can carry me.

  “What about you?” I ask.

  “We’ve got plenty of time for that later, don’t you worry,” he answers.

  With that we’re leaving the villa to get in the cab and I feel content and ready for whatever the night brings, knowing I can handle it with Andreas by my side.

  When we get to the beach we grab a couple of drinks from the bar and Andreas spots one of the neighbors I met from the dinner party night. We go over and say hello and chat for a few minutes. I feel like a third wheel, so I’m glad when Andreas suggests that we go sit along the shore and watch the sunset.

  It reminds me of the first night when we watched the sunrise together. We sit in silence for a few minutes and I’m not sure what to talk about since it seems like we’re avoiding that this is our last night together.

  “Did you have a good day today?” he asks. “I didn’t see you around until this evening.”

  “Yeah. I packed and got things ready for tomorrow and then I spent the majority of the day getting caught up in some romance novel. And I talked to my mom for a few minutes,” I answer, saying the last part with a grimace.

  “I take it you don’t get along with your mom very well?”

  “Yes. No. She has higher expectations for who I should be, and she takes every opportunity to tell me when I haven’t met those—which seems to be often.”

  Andreas rubs my back. “I’m sorry. Has she always been like that?” he asks.

  “For the most part. She was always pushing me to be prettier, get better grades, wear the right clothes, date the right boys. It was never ending, and my dad was always working and never cared to pay attention. When I told her I wanted to go to school in Scotland she about blew a gasket but I had to get away from her before I became just like her, or the version of me she wanted me to be.”

  “That’s hard but I understand it completely. My parents have always had high expectations for my life, too. I’ve felt their disapproval of my life and the carefree way in which I’ve lived but they let me slide because I was the youngest and they have Caelan whose perfect and way more responsible than I could ever dream to be. He’s going to take over the family business when the time comes, and he’s completely suited for it. I on the other hand, have a degree in business but I have no idea how I want to use it. I’ve been floating along not doing anything but having fun and now I’m at a point that I want to be a productive member of society.”

  I almost breathe a sigh of relief. It’s good hearing him say something about his family. I feel like I know everything else now but that.

  “I’m sure that’s hard being second all the time,” I say, rubbing his hand. “Maybe we can talk about what interests you have and I can help you narrow down a job field?”

  “You’d do that for me?” he asks me. He looks at me like I’ve offered him a kidney, not job advice. “I’m sorry but most of the people I know don’t just help others from the bottom of their heart, they always have an ulterior motive.”

  “I think you need to find new friends then,” I jokingly suggest.

  “I found you, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, yes you did.”

  We come together to kiss and the whole moment is perfect. From the beach, to the sound of the waves, the stars above, Andreas next to me, and everything else in between.

  There’s a soft song playing on the outdoor speakers and Andreas gets up and puts his hand out to me. I get up and we sway slowly, dancing under the starry sky.

  10

  Andreas

  We dance out on the beach for a few more songs but decide to head back inside the bar so that we can get another round of drinks.

  I order a round of shots and we take them with ease. It’s no sooner than we set our empty glasses down that the bartender sets down a different colored creation.

  “Round two,” I confirm. I don’t normally drink like this, and I know Freya doesn’t. But the air is warm, the moon is high, and the waves are rocking against the shore. And it’s Freya’s last day. No decisions have been made, so it seems like as good a time as any to run up my tab at the local bar.

  Freya lifts the glass and salutes to us and our happiness. Then we down the second round of shots. This one was fruity, and I can’t even taste the alcohol—which could be a good or bad thing.


  One of Freya’s favorite songs comes on and she drags me along to the dance floor. We start to dance and we’re both loosened up from the shots. We’re having fun and it’s like we’re in our own little world together.

  We continue the routine of dancing and drinking. We’re drunk at this point but that doesn’t stop us from drinking even more. I blame the bartender because he keeps making such deliciously flavored shots for us.

  We stand at the bar again, taking a break and waiting on another round, when I pull Freya close and kisses her. It’s a little sloppy but still perfect.

  “I don’t want this to be our last night together,” she admits to me.

  The topic is something we’ve been stepping around for a couple of days now, ignoring it like a silent elephant in the corner. But now she’s brought it up and I’m relieved to know that she wants to see each other more.

  “Then we won’t let it be,” I kiss her again, deeper. “Come back to Bellecoaste with me so you can meet my family.”

  Her drunken smile is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure?” She pauses. “You don’t ever mention them.”

  “Positive.” And it’s true. Meeting my family isn’t just the run of the mill meeting the parents for the first time. It will be formal, because when you’re King and Queen everything is formal, even your down time. It seems like an excellent idea with the alcohol running through my veins.

  We kiss again, because I’d rather kiss her than think about my parents, and we break apart when the bartender sets down the shots.

  “What are we cheering to this time?” she asks.

  “To the future,” I answer. “May it be a bright one.”

  The music comes to a stop and the DJ greets the crowd, informing everyone that there is a dance contest getting ready to start and that the winners will receive an all-inclusive wedding on the beach. All they have to do is win the contest and the wedding is theirs.

  The crowd goes wild, and several couples raise their hands in a hurry. Weddings are expensive and the chance to win a free one is appealing to many of the lovebirds.