Gregory had said there’s no way he’s letting anyone call me by that wretched name; they’ll call me by my real name. I was glad he’d said that, and I agreed with him, as I certainly wouldn’t want anyone calling him Paul!
“I see,” says the lady, with a slightly confused shrug.
She must not care that much, because she’s quickly onto the next topic of interest.
“So, I heard you had what Americans call a ‘shindig’ to celebrate your ceremonial marriage in Denver.”
“Yes,” I tell her, even though no American I know regularly calls anything a “shindig.”
“And when do you plan to have a real, royal wedding here at the Palace?” she asks, boldly.
I look at Gregory and give an awkward laugh.
“I don’t know, honey… when do you think?”
He smiles and says, “As soon as we recover from that big shindig we had out there, ya’ll. Yee haw!”
The lady gives a frozen smile, clearly not likely the vague answer, and turns back around in her seat after saying “Well, it’s certainly nice to meet you… Ella.”
I bury my face in Gregory’s chest, trying not to laugh out loud.
“You really picked up some American English while you were in Denver,” I tell him. “I’m impressed.”
He shrugs, and whispers, “Whatever it takes to get rid of the lookey-loos.”
He squeezes my hand and adds, “I like her idea about the real royal wedding, though. We’ll have to look into that.”
I smile as I snuggle against his strong chest, my face buried into his warm neck.
I have a feeling I’m going to love living here in Ambrosia. Or anywhere with him.
***
When we arrive at the Royal Palace, I’m stunned by its beauty and splendor. There are crystal staircases, marble floors and stain glassed windows. I can’t believe this is going to be our new home. Everything in my life has changed so much, for the better.
“I have someone I’d like to introduce you to,” Gregory says, taking my hand and leading me to a bedroom off one of the long hallways.
“Oh yes,” I tell him, squeezing his hand. “I’m excited to meet your dad.”
He cautiously opens the door and his dad, who looked as if he was sleeping at first, wakes up quietly, one eye blinking at us.
“Hey Dad, how are you doing?” Gregory asks, as he approaches him and hands him a glass of water from the bedside table.
“I’m doing a bit better, these days,” he says, but then he begins hacking and wheezing.
My heart hurts for the man, and for Gregory. If this is what doing “better” looks like then I would hate to see “worse.” I found the shock of both of my parents’ deaths to be hard, but now I realize I can’t imagine what it would be like to watch them slowly suffer.
“Dad, I wanted to introduce you to Princess Ella,” Gregory says, motioning for me to step forward.
I approach the King and hold out my hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Royal Highness,” I say, realizing for the first time I don’t really know what to say when meeting royalty.
His dad can barely raise his hand to meet mine, let alone shake it, but he smiles and looks up at Gregory.
“You did a great job, Son.”
Then to me, he says, “Very pleased to be able to meet you.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Gregory says, almost visibility swelling with pride. “She wasn’t the princess I was going to marry. I pulled a last minute switch.”
“Your mother told me,” the King says, laughing softly, which causes more wheezing. When it calms down, he says, “You about gave her a heart attack. But I think you did the right thing. Which is what I had told you to do— follow your heart.”
“You’re right, Dad,” Gregory says. “I followed my heart and it steered me to Ella.”
The King gently pats my hand. “That’s great. Exactly what I would have wanted for you both.”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“I’m going to give Ella a tour,” Gregory tells his dad. “We’ll be back later.”
“Sure, Son,” his dad says. “I appreciate you dropping in. Come back whenever you want to play some Gin Rummy,” he says to me, with a wink.
“I sure will,” I promise.
Gregory is quiet and somber for a moment as we leave. I can tell he doesn’t want to talk about his dad in front of him.
But as we get further away, his tone becomes more playful.
“When I told my dad I was giving you a tour, I didn’t mean of the Palace,” he says. “Nor the Castle. Not just yet, anyway.”
“Oh really?” I ask, loving the mischievous sparkle in his eye.
“Really. I need to give you a tour of the beach first.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
As we walk outside and around the garden and courtyard, I’m amazed at how much land the Palace sits on. And yet also how close to the ocean it is at the same time.
“This is gorgeous,” I say, looking at the blue expanse of ocean, clearer than I’ve ever seen it look anywhere.
“Just like your eyes,” Gregory says, pulling me close and kissing me.
I’ve never felt so comforted as I do in his embrace.
“Well, I promised you sex on the beach,” he says, leading me to an enclave in the sand, in between two large rock formations. “And the good thing about being royalty is that this is private, secluded land.”
“Oh darn,” I joke, as he begins removing the blouse I’m wearing. “There goes the excitement of wondering if we’re going to get caught.”
“Oh,” he says, as he drops my skirt down in the sand, falling beside me shirt. “I wouldn’t say that. There are still a lot of people who can come on the beach. Family and friends of family. Trespassers. Groundskeepers.”
“I see,” I tell him, as he traces his fingers down my stomach and back up again, before taking off my bra and panties, and my shoes. “I figured you would like it better that way.”
“Mmmm,” he says, kissing me as he begins to rub my nipples. “I like it any way with you.”
He lays me down in the sand and the water begins to lap at my legs. His tongue travels up the expanse of my thighs, until it rests on my clit. Then it makes slow circles, teasing, taunting me, drawing it out until finally he’s sucking on it hard and fast as the waves pound our bodies.
“Yes,” I tell him, feeling electricity running all throughout my body. “That feels so good.”
I grab his head and move it up and down while he licks and sucks me to the rhythm. He alternates playing with my nipple and then fingering my pussy.
“Yes,” I cry out, an orgasm causing my whole body to spasm. “Oh my God, Gregory, yes!”
I lay panting in the water for only just a minute. Because then he flips me over so I’m doggy style in front of him, with my legs spread open, ready to take him. He takes off the clothes he was still wearing and puts on a condom.
“Are you ready?” he asks. “Here comes your sex on the Baltic Beach.”
“I’m ready,” I tell him, my pussy throbbing for him, aching for him.
He plunges his cock into me, filling me up completely. I grab ahold of some sand and rocks, anything to steady my balance while he pounds me like the waves are pounding both of us.
“I love to fill your tiny, tight pussy hole with my cock,” he says, thrusting in and out of me.
I reach underneath me and grab a hold of his balls.
“Oh yeah that feels so good,” he says. “I love it when my good little princess is so dirty and bad.”
He squeezes my ass and then slaps it.
“You’re being such a bad little girl,” he says, spanking my ass over and over again, to the rhythm of the rocking ocean.
I grit my teeth, loving the pleasure mixed with pain as he plows into me.
“I love how your big cock fills me up,” I yell out, so that he can hear me over the waves. “It’s all the way inside me.”
I look around to see if anyone else is approaching the beach. They’re not, but Gregory’s right—it’s exciting to think that they could walk up and see him fucking me, making my whole body shake with an orgasm.
“I’m coming,” I yell out, up into the sky, out into the ocean, my screams joining those of the waves and the seagulls. “I’m coming on your cock.”
“Good,” Gregory says, thrusting into me, and then I can feel him throbbing inside me. “Because I’m coming too.”
He grunts and groans, and says “Oh, my little Princess, you make me feel so fucking good.”
And then we both collapse into the sand, letting the sea meet our most intimate areas, mixing dirt and little rocks and seashells into our hair and our legs.
“I love you, my Prince Charming,” I tell him, as he reaches his head over to kiss me— deeply and passionately, which is our new rule.
“I love you too, Princess Ella,” he says. “And I’m so glad I found my perfect fit.”
THE END.
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Chapter 1 – Sarah
It's three in the morning and I can't sleep because I'm so horny. I know it's wrong, and bad, and ungodly, and unholy, but I can't help it. I know it's all of this stuff because my father, the pastor of Born Again Baptist Church, tells me that God says it is.
I've always tried my best to be a good pastor's daughter. I was Bible Quiz Champion all through Sunday School. An avid and enthusiastic youth group member throughout middle and high school. And I was even a teen missionary, traveling to El Salvador to help build an orphanage on a work team and then to Uganda on an Africa Choir team.
Following the rules and being a good girl has been driving me insane. I'm nineteen years old and I've never had sex. To be honest, it's not even for lack of trying. I've dated some guys but because they're super religious and/or scared of my father, they haven't wanted to touch me.
Sure, I'm an adult now but I live with my parents who pay for my college tuition. I go to a small Christian school close to my hometown. I'm majoring in business so that I have money of my own and not need to rely on my parents so much.
The business program at my school isn't great. It's mostly for people who want to own Christian bookstores or soup kitchen charities. But it's the best I've got as it's the only place my parents would pay for me to go— they like to keep me under their wing still.
I'll never be able to leave the nest— or fly the coop— while I still need my parents to pay for everything, so that's why my plan is to be financially stable. Only then can I get away from my parents' crazy rules and my image as the squeaky clean pastor's daughter who boys are afraid to date.
It all started with Kevin Kearns, my first boyfriend, three years ago, when I was sixteen. That was the first time I was allowed to date but it had to be group dates only, and to this day, that's the still the rule that I have to follow. ("As long as you're under my roof, you'll follow my rules," my dad always says.)
We went to a PG movie— the only kind I was allowed to see— and then the ice cream parlor. Kevin held my hand under the table and we played footsies. He kissed me in the parking lot and then went home with his friend Dean while my friend Jane drove me home.
When I got home, my parents were in bed and I was in seventh heaven. I'd had my first date, my first kiss and everything had gone perfectly. I knew my dad would kill me if he found out that Kevin had kissed me, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?
I couldn't be more wrong about everything. Of course, my dad knew all back then, just as he always had and always will. Later that night, I got a Facebook message from Kevin.
Kevin: I had a great time with you tonight.
I couldn’t wait to write him back.
Sarah: I had a great time with you too!
Kevin: I loved kissing you, it was so hot.
At this, I'd blushed, but I'd wanted to hear more about how hot he thought I was. I'd certainly thought it was hot when Kevin kissed me as well.
Sarah: Yes.
Kevin: Will you let me touch your boobs?
Woah. It had been a rather blunt question, and it hadn't even sounded like Kevin. Up until that point he'd been a perfect gentleman who had barely even used his tongue when we kissed. I figured he'd gotten braver behind the computer screen. And I liked it.
I felt free, liberated. I'd been thinking about sex, wondering what it was like, how it would feel. I knew I wasn't supposed to have such thoughts but I couldn't seem to stop them.
Finally, I could explore my baser nature with a like-minded individual. Who knew Kevin was secretly as horny as I was? I knew my answer before my fingers typed it out.
Sarah: Yes.
As I wrote it, my palms felt sweaty just above the keyboard. My heart raced as I awaited whatever he was going to say next.
Kevin: What else will you let me do to you?
The answer to that question felt obvious to me as well. I didn't even have to hesitate, even though I knew I should have.
Sarah: Whatever you want.
I waited anxiously for his answer. Would he want to meet up right then? Maybe I could sneak back out. Or would it more of a long and drawn out tease, where we would take things a little further each time after our group dates until we couldn't stand it anymore and finally we would feel as if we would just die if we didn't get into Kevin's car and drive to the area known by everyone in school as Make Out Point?
But no answer from Kevin ever came. Instead, there was a knock on my door.
"Sarah, we need to talk."
It was my father.
Holy crap.
Chapter 2 – Sarah
Had he known I'd been online? How could he possibly know?
Suddenly, I had a very bad feeling.
"One second," I said, clicking the "view profile" option on the chat window.
"Sarah, open the door right now," he'd said, knocking harder.
There was a lock on my door, but my dad began dismantling it. I hurried to figure out what exactly he knew, and how. The profile I'd clicked on showed Kevin's picture, and the same cover photo he'd always used. But that was all it showed.
There were no other photos I was used to seeing in Kevin's albums— of him snowboarding down the mountain or skateboarding down stair railings with his friends. There were none of his normal posts quoting Newsboys lyrics or sharing charity drive requests or Bible verse memes.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I searched for "Kevin Kearns" in my friends' list, for what I already knew I would find: two profiles. The one that was the real Kevin Kearns and the other that belonged to—
"Dad?!" I shrieked, as he opened the door to my room.
He'd gotten a drill and taken the handle with the lock off my door, while I was trying to figure out what he was doing outside my room and why he was so mad. Suddenly, it all made perfect, nauseating sense.
I hadn't been talking to Kevin. I had been talking to someone who at some point along the way had made another profile just like Kevin's.
"Young lady, you have broken the covenants of our faith and you have gravely disappointed me," my dad said, as he sat down on my bed and glared at me.
"How could you do this, Dad?" I asked. "When did you make that other profile? Why? This is just sick!"
"The focus is not on me," Dad said, shaking his head. "This is about your disobedient ways and your dark nature. You didn't even realize I had made my own profiles for several of you
r male Facebook friends. You accepted the friendship requests without even having discernment. You clearly would let anyone do anything in the name of acceptance and peer pressure…"
"Dad, that makes no sense," I told him, trying to calm him down and calm myself down as well. "If I thought I knew them, of course I'd accept their requests. "It's not as if I was accepting requests from perfect strangers."
"I knew you and that Kevin boy would be up to no good," my dad said, ignoring what I had just been saying. "I saw him kiss you and I decided…"
"You saw him kiss me?" I exploded. "You followed us?"
Where had he been? I hadn't seen his car parked in the parking lot of the ice cream parlor but my mind had been otherwise occupied.
"I can't help it if I happened to have a hankering for Applebees' chips and salsa at the same time you were leaving the ice cream parlor," my dad said.
So that explained it. He had gone to the restaurant closest to the ice cream parlor's parking lot. Just to spy on me and see what I was up to. He'd seen Kevin kiss me. Then he'd gone online and messaged me to see how far I would go with Kevin.
He'd found out, alright. And then he'd made my life a living hell because of it.
"You can't be trusted with dates, even group dates," he'd said. "And you can't be trusted on the Internet, either."
He did everything he could to shame me into submission, into chastity. And it worked, because he turned me into a social pariah.
First, he sat me down in front of my younger siblings and announced my sins. He'd told them that because of my deviancy and perversion, I'd lost all Internet privileges. He took the computer out of my room and he changed the password to the family computer in the living room. He told them that if any of them was caught giving me the password, they'd lose their Internet privileges as well.
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