by Parker Grey
“Do you need it back?” I asking, teasing.
But he smiles wickedly, sits between my legs, spreading them apart. He taps the plug with his thumb a few more times, and I gasp, bolts of electricity passing through my body.
“No,” he says. “I want you to keep it in.”
He leans over me, pinching one nipple softly.
“I’ll check tomorrow,” he whispers. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
Then he kisses me, hard and deep, before rolling off the bed. We get dressed together, unlock the door, and I tiptoe downstairs first.
This time, I don’t get caught.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Declan
The next day, I don’t leave with the rest of the dignitaries. I make up some excuse about sticking around a few extra days to hang out with Grayson, but no one seems to notice or care. I practically grew up here, so it’s not strange to have me around.
I can’t leave her. I won’t. Somewhere between hearing her say I’ve never had an orgasm and her begging me to ruin her last night, I’ve fallen desperately in love with Aurora.
I’m not sure how I’m going to manage it, but I’m not going back to my kingdom without her by my side. Whatever I have to do to convince her father and brother to let me marry her, I’ll do it.
They might literally try to kill me, but I’ll try.
I don’t even make it to mid-morning. At breakfast she’s wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved dress, not unusual because it’s winter, but I know what she’s hiding underneath there. Still, with both Grayson and the king around, it’s not like I can do or say anything.
But I wait. I wonder if she’s still got the plug in her ass, whether I’m imagining that she turns faintly pink every time she looks over at me.
Whether Aurora seems to be sitting just a little funny, squirming under my gaze. I think again and again, obsessively, about being inside her. The way having her ass plugged made her almost unbearably tight, the way she screamed in pleasure when I entered her.
Aurora had us all fooled. We thought she was an innocent, sweet princess. She admitted to us all — by accident — that she’d never even had an orgasm before. And it was all technically true, but it turned out there’s a filthy, dirty, insatiable nymphomaniac just below her demure surface.
And that is completely irresistible.
After breakfast I wander the palace for a while, trying to think about anything but the hours until I’ll get to fuck her again. It doesn’t work very well, but she’s off on princessly duties, ordering the staff around while they clean up from the coronation festivities.
I circle the palace, aimlessly. I’m trying my best to stay away from her, but then, I hear her voice coming from a room, and I stop.
Turn away, I tell myself.
Check later if she’s still wearing your plug. If you do it now, you’re likely to get caught...
That thought doesn’t stand a chance. I push the door open, revealing a brightly-lit conservatory, plush couches surrounding an enormous grand piano.
“Prince Declan,” Aurora says, perfectly composed.
I stuff my hands into my pockets, look at her. Her dress skims her curves, and even though it’s perfectly modest, it still makes my eyes water.
And she’s not wearing tights today. I can’t help but notice, and it makes my cock jump in my pants.
“Princess Aurora,” I answer her. “Did you need any help taking down the christening decorations?”
A few workmen are unpinning some blue-and-silver bunting from along the ceiling, up on ladders. They look like they’ve got this under control, but Aurora tilts her head.
“Are you looking for something to do?” she asks, all innocence.
It only makes my dick harder. Somehow, I’m certain that she’s got the plug in, that the moment I get her alone she’s going to lift her skirt and show me.
“I wouldn’t say no to a task.”
“I need to check through the rest of the chamber salons to make sure there’s nothing else that needs to come down,” she says, her eyes glinting wickedly. “Care to accompany me?”
“Happy to help,” I say.
Aurora smiles. I swear she bats her eyes at me, but none of the workmen take the least notice as she leads me through a set of double doors and into the next room, another piano surrounded by couches.
The moment the door shuts I grab her, haul her backward, but she squirms from my grip, places one finger over my lips and raises and eyebrow.
She leads me through another door, deeper into the palace. There’s a smaller piano in this one, also surrounded by fancy couches.
Now Aurora turns, her chest suddenly heaving.
“Declan, we shouldn’t—” she starts.
I just grab her and kiss her, hard, my tongue invading her mouth instantly. Just like always, she melts beneath my touch, and I rub both my thumbs over her nipples. She’s wearing a bra, of course, but I can feel her stiffen beneath my touch anyway.
“We shouldn’t take too long?” I whisper roughly.
She bites her lip and nods, but my hand is already lifting the skirt of her modest dress, grabbing her ass. Aurora’s not wearing panties, either.
I slide my hand into her cleft until I find the warm metal nestled between her cheeks. I nudge it and she moans softly, lips parted, eyes closing.
“You like having a reminder of me every time you move, Princess?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I point at the back of a couch, cock already straining at my pants. I know we don’t have long, but I want to enjoy this, even if for only a few moments.
“Good,” I murmur, claiming her mouth again.
When I finish the kiss, her mouth is swollen, her eyes at half-mast with lust.
“I want you to grab that couch with both hands and bend over,” I tell her.
Aurora doesn’t even hesitate. She doesn’t blink innocently and ask why. She knows exactly what this means, and maybe she’s a nympho, but she’s my nympho. She wants my cock just as badly as I want to give it to her, and she’s not about to pretend otherwise.
She grabs the back of the couch, tossing her hair over her shoulders, arching her back. Her perfect ass strains against the fabric of her dress, and she moves her hips slowly, looking over her shoulder.
I sit on another couch, right behind her. I can’t help but press my palm against my aching erection as she teases me like this, knowing what I’ll be doing in just a few minutes.
“Lift your skirt up,” I say.
She does it slowly, teasingly, revealing her creamy thighs inch by inch. Groaning, I unzip my pants, undo the button, and my silk-covered cock springs out on its own.
Finally, she lifts it over her lips, revealing her pink pussy wet with her juices and the shining metal end of her plug, still firmly in her ass.
I wrap my hand around my boxer-covered cock, stroke myself once, slowly. Even that is almost too much, and it’s all I can do not to close the distance between us and bury myself in her right now.
“Show me what you want me to do to you,” I command softly.
The teasing look in her eyes has been replaced by one of pure, wild, uninhibited lust, and Aurora reaches one hand back, legs slightly parted, and strokes her pussy with two fingers.
Her muscles tighten, the plug in her ass moving slightly, and her mouth comes open in a silent moan. There’s a shining trickle of fluid running down the inside of one thigh, dripping from her pussy.
I’m not even touching her and she’s uncontrollably excited. I stroke my cock again through the fabric, gritting my teeth together, forcing myself to maintain control as she plunges two fingers into herself with a long sigh, head thrown back.
It’s fucking beautiful. It’s beyond beautiful, it’s heavenly.
I can’t watch Aurora fuck herself for long, fingers thrusting and moving while she moans. Right now, she’d do anything I told her to. I’ve got half a mind to go up there, take the plug out and fuck
her in the ass myself, but I force myself to have patience.
Not yet, Declan. You will, but not yet.
“Aurora, come over here,” I say.
She straightens up, her skirt falling around her thighs, her fingers sliding out of her pussy. Aurora puts them in her mouth and licks them clean instantly. I don’t even have to tell her.
She likes it. God, she likes it, my dirty girl. I pull my cock out of my boxers, droplets of precum already trickling down the head, and Aurora puts her hands on my knees, mouth open, bending over.
I grab her hair just before she can swallow my cock, and she looks up at me in surprise.
“Ride my cock,” I growl.
Aurora reaches out with her tongue and swipes the head of my cock once, lapping up my precum before I can stop her, but then she’s lifting her skirt again, straddling me, her mouth on mine. I reach between her legs to find her dripping wetness, massage her clit for a moment while she moans.
“I’ve been thinking all day about how good it felt to fuck you last night,” I murmur into her mouth.
She moans again, softly, and I move my hand faster.
“And about how good it’s going to feel when I claim your virgin ass, Princess,” I go on. Her pussy spasms under my hand when I say it, and I laugh, pinching her clit softly.
“Does thinking about that make you even wetter?” I ask. “The thought of my thick cock in your tight little asshole, stretching you while you moan my name?”
Aurora rolls her hips toward me, nudging the head of my cock between her lips, and I let her.
“You’re going to fucking love it, Princess,” I whisper, just as Aurora eases herself onto my cock.
In one stroke she takes my full length, a grunt escaping her lips as she does, a wave of pleasure washing over me already.
Aurora’s already tight, her pussy a perfect glove, but with the plug in she’s almost impossibly snug on my thick cock. I can feel it move inside her ass as she bites her lip, moving her hips around as she moans again, then starts fucking me in earnest.
She’s awkward at first, a little unstable, like she’s not sure what she’s doing. My princess has never ridden a cock before, after all, but she gets the hang of it quickly. Soon she’s bouncing up and down on my pole, her tits bouncing underneath her dress, gasping and moaning like she can’t stop herself.
I don’t touch her. I keep my arms out, along the back of the couch. Letting her fuck me, watching the way her body moves when she’s worshipping my cock like this. The way she slides up and down my shaft, the way I can feel her pussy stretching around me.
I grab the back of the couch even tighter, forcing myself to hold on. I can tell that Aurora is close, from the way her pussy is throbbing around me and from the way her breathing’s gone uneven.
“Declan,” she whisper-moans. “God, this feels good.”
I kiss her while she fucks me, grabbing her lower lip between my teeth.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she whispers, her breath coming in quick gasps. “I want you to have everything.”
I can’t stand it anymore. I grab her hips with one hand, her ass with the other, finding the plug with my fingers. Aurora moans again, arching backward, taking me even deeper than before as I move the plug around inside her while we fuck.
“Can I come?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I growl.
Instantly, she does. Her pussy clamps around me, her whole body shuddering. She bites her lip, forcing herself not to cry out, and seconds later I’m emptying myself deep inside her too, groaning and growling as she moves faster, harder, relentlessly.
After a moment, Aurora slows. Her knees are shaking, and I can still feel the tremors in her pussy, shuddering around my softening cock. She opens her eyes and looks at me, still panting for breath.
“I love feeling you come inside me,” she murmurs.
I reach out, grab her hair, bring her in and kiss her.
“I love how filthy you are when you’re alone with me,” I growl.
She nips at me softly, and I nip back. I already want to fuck her again, maybe this time bend her over a couch or just have her suck my cock on her knees, but I know we’ve got to go. Any second we could be found out.
“You’re a bad influence, Declan,” Aurora murmurs, then stands. As she does I can see my sticky white semen streaming down the inside of her thigh, but she pulls her skirt down quickly, clamping her legs together.
I tuck myself back into my pants, about to tell her something else, when I hear the muffled sound of a door slamming and turn. Aurora’s eyes go wide, and I stand, both us of watching the door to this room. On the other side are voices, and she looks at me.
The doorknob turns.
“The corners do need to be dusted, and I don’t know why that banner from Christmas two years ago is still in here, but I don’t think we used this room for — oh, hello, Tomás,” she says to the staff member opening the door.
He nods his head in a quick bow.
“You need anything in here, Your Highness?” he asks.
“Just a quick touchup,” she says. “This didn’t get touched during the celebrations...”
I turn away from the two of them, hiding my smile.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aurora
Declan sucks at my clit one last time, and my whole body jolts. My hands are clutched on the headrest behind me, my knees spread wide on the plush limousine seats, and he’s grinning at me from between my legs where he just ate me out.
Twice. Buttplug still firmly in place, though I’ve taken it out a few times for... you know.
“I could just lick your pussy the whole way to the reception,” he murmurs, sucking at my inner thigh. “There’s one way to make it tolerable.”
I bite my lip, hand in his hair. It’s tempting, because the more I get of Declan the more I desperately want, and letting him lick me for an entire thirty-minute drive is pretty enticing.
But instead I lean back, sighing, legs still spread.
“You should go before the driver gets here,” I say. “Come on, we can’t get caught.”
His face clouds, gets serious.
“Did you think about what I said?” he asks.
I swallow hard, butterflies suddenly churning in my stomach. It’s been four days since we were nearly caught in the conservatory, and last night, Declan told me that he wants to tell my father and brother.
He wants permission to court me. Make this thing that we have semi-official. I’d still technically be off-limits, sex-wise, but at least we could hold hands in public.
But it terrifies me. I’m afraid that they’ll do something crazy like lock me in a tower and never let me see Declan again, so I just haven’t gotten the courage to give him the go-ahead.
Or the courage to tell them myself. Not yet.
“Soon,” I promise, stroking his hair. “Give me time, okay?”
He doesn’t answer, just kisses my thigh again, then moves my knees closed before leaning over and giving me a kiss that tastes like me.
“Go before the driver gets here and you get caught,” I say.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight.”
Declan steps out of limo, sitting motionless in the garage, winks at me, and walks away. I take a deep breath and pull out my phone, spending the next few minutes reading about the reception I’m attending.
It’s for all the bigwigs who donated to a children’s hospital in the capital city, and I’m hosting, even though I don’t particularly feel like going.
It’s a good cause, don’t get me wrong. I like visiting the hospital itself and seeing all the kids, even though the sick ones break my heart into a thousand pieces. But a night of watching rich people congratulate themselves on what good people they are?
Not my favorite.
“Apologies, Your Highness,” a voice says, and the driver slides into the driver’s seat, adjusts the rear view mirror. “I didn’t mean to be late.”
“I w
as early,” I tell him. “It’s fine, I needed to send some emails.”
He nods, starts the car. Soon we’re out of the massive royal garage, heading down the driveway, and pulling onto the streets of the capital city.
It’s just getting dark, but I’m not really paying attention to what happens outside the limo. The palace’s social secretary seems to have accidentally double-booked me for two appearances next Saturday, but they’ve got really similar names, and I’m trying to figure out whether it’s the same thing simply entered twice into the calendar, or whether I need to call her and ask.
One is the Association for Small Kingdom Landholders, and the other is the Minor Kingdom Landholders’ Assocation.
They’ve gotta be the same thing, I think, puzzling at my phone. There can’t be two different organizations with such similar—
The limo suddenly comes screeching to a stop, and I jolt forward, my phone flying from my hand. Thank God I’m the kind of person who wears her seat belt, even in limos.
I wait for the crash, heart thumping, but there isn’t one.
“Sorry, Your Highness, that was a narrow miss,” calls the driver. “Are you all right?”
I lurched so hard against the seatbelt that I might be seriously bruised, but at least I was wearing it.
“I’m fine,” I call back. “Are you all right?”
“Snug as a bug in a—”
To my right, there’s a sudden loud, screaming screech of rubber on asphalt. Glass shatters, and a car engine revs again, tires screaming.
I jump, look out the window to see what’s happening.
But all I see is a pair of headlights.
Then, nothing.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Declan
The door says PRIVATE WING in enormous red letters, but I slam through it anyway.
“Where is she?” I shout at the nearest nurse, a middle-aged woman wearing white scrubs.
“Sir, you need to—”