Captured By A Royal Thug

by Heiress

“Is that a trick question?” she giggled in her hands. “I would prefer you not be a royal. I mean I know we’re just friends, but I would entertain the thought if me and you were just the same.”

  “So, you don’t want this lifestyle? Being a Princess and being waited on hand and foot? Dripped in diamonds, gold and admired by so many women and men?”

  “Don’t get me wrong, this life seems great, but I been there. I had everything in the world growing up. I was a princess in my eyes, but I would give all that up in a heartbeat to be with my parents again. Money can’t give you true love and happiness, and I didn’t realize that until I lost them.” Her head fell, and I could see a single fall from her eye.

  Reaching up to her face, I thumbed it away. I hooked her chin to raise her face. “You so fucking perfect,” I mumbled before I leaned forward and kissed her. She yanked away right after and just stared at me. For a moment, I thought she was going to slap me until she unexpectedly kissed me back. Her hand crawled up my neck and played in my hair. Shit felt good as hell.

  Picking her up, I wrapped her legs around my waist. Our tongues intertwined as we swallowed each other’s faces. I had never enjoyed making out with women, but with Leah, it was different. Everything about her was so different. In this moment, I think I was done fighting my feelings for her. I wanted Leah. I wanted her badly.

  “Now, I want to fuck you,” I whispered into her mouth as I caressed her plump derriere. I let my hands slide down the crack of her ass until I reached her untouched opening. I don’t know if it was the water or if she was that wet. My middle finger made its way into her and she tensed up.

  “Relax. I need to open you up a little,” I soothed her. Her arms wrapped around my neck so tight. I continued to slow finger her and her moans grew louder in my ear. Once she got used to one finger, I added my index finger inside of her. It was a struggle but slowly and surely, she started to open up for me. I curled my fingers inside her as if I was trying to grab her insides and take it with me. Her warm walls pulled my fingers deeper and I knew right then she was feeling it.

  “You like that?” I kissed her shoulder.

  “Yes, Amir. It feels so good,” she admitted as she continued to moan. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  She didn’t have to say it twice, and I didn’t hesitate to give her what she asked for. Reaching in between us, I found her opening with the tip of my dick and with ease, I entered her. Again, she tensed up. I had to kiss her, so she could relax. I wasn’t average size whatsoever. I was African mixed with more African. My dick was blessed by God himself. So, I couldn’t just ram into her like I do every other woman I fucked. I had to take it easy. I respected her virtue and planned on making her first time memorable.

  “Owe. It’s hurts, Amir,” she whined, digging her nails into my shoulders.

  “You want me to stop?” I was hoping she said no.

  “No…don’t stop.”

  In my head I was doing flips because he pussy was feeling too good to throw in the towel. With her legs wrapped around mine and my hands squeezing the life out of her ass, I dug into her even more. I took my time, inch by inch until I was balls deep inside of her. Her cries that it was hurting grew louder, but she begged me not to stop. That alone made me want to go even harder.

  Pulling my head back, I found her lips and kissed her all in her mouth. I had to smother her moans as I drove into her deeper. She was scratching on my back, biting my lip and tightening her grip around my waist. I sped up my pace and water began to splash onto the floor. Things were starting to get intense.

  “Ungh! Amiiiiir,” Leah bellowed, squinting her eyes shut and biting down on her own lip.

  “You feel so fucking good, Leah. Shit,” I hissed.

  Wanting to go harder, I pushed her back onto the edge of the tub and gripped my hand around her neck. I held her up with one hand on her waist while her legs were still pretzeled around mine. I glared down at her with a hunger I had never felt before. My lip twitched, and I could feel my nut rising.

  I wanted her to get hers before me so to speed up the process, I thumbed her clit. That drove her absolutely crazy. In the matter of minutes, she was squirting all over my dick. I had to cover her mouth with my hand because of screaming to the top of her lungs. I pounded her into next week bringing her to her second nut and me to my first.

  “Fuuuuuck!” I roared. Her walls tightened up on my dick just as I was about to pull out. The sensation from cumming inside of her made me want to nut again. I had never done that before. I always pulled out or I wore protection.

  Breathing heavily, I held Leah in my arms as her head laid on my shoulder. We didn’t say a word to each other. We just held each other so tight as if we both didn’t want this night to end. Then that’s when it hit me. Leah was the first girl I had ever met that I didn’t want to up and leave after sex. I used to be quick to throw a woman out my room, but I wanted her to stay. I could see myself having this forever and never getting bored like I usually did. Yes, her pussy was good, but it was deeper than that.

  “Leah?”

  “Huh?” she moaned in a sleepy voice.

  “I’m about to ask you some serious shit and I need for you to say yes,” I started, leaning my head back so I could see her face.

  She smiled at me and said, “Okay.”

  “Marry me.”

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell ajar. “What!”

  Leah

  I think I my heart had stopped, and I could feel the oxygen slowly drifting from the room. I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or if the Prince of Droga had just asked me to marry him. I couldn’t even think let alone comprehend what in the hell was going on right now.

  “Leah?” he asked, waving his hand in my face to get my attention. I don’t think I was blinking. “Leah, are you okay?”

  “Am I okay?” I mocked him, laughing. “Amir you just asked me to marry you. Me. A servant girl. You want me, a servant girl to marry you, the Prince of Droga?” I asked for reassurance.

  “Yes. You hard of hearing or something.” He chuckled, but I didn’t crack a smile.

  “Amir…wh-why?” I needed answers.

  For a moment, he sat quietly in the tub. After about five minutes, he got out of the tub and wrapped himself in a towel. He then reached out for my hand and helped me out. He placed his robe on my back and led me to the bed. My legs felt like spaghetti. They were so weak and sore. I could still feel Amir’s dick still inside of me.

  “You spring this question on me and I’m still trying to comprehend me just losing my virginity,” I spat, sitting on the bed. “I need to know why you want to marry me? Is this some kind of plot thing like King Adonis and Bella? Because if so, I don’t want-,”

  “Leah, I think I love you,” he cut my words off.

  Again I was left speechless. I opened my mouth a few times but no words would leave my lips.

  “I mean, you know me. The real me. When I’m with you, I barely think about fucking you. I mean…it crosses my mind, but I don’t act on it. I don’t want to. I just enjoy spending time with you and that’s new to me. That’s how I know what I’m feeling is real.” He came and sat next to me in the bed.

  “I’m not gone beg your ass to marry me. But I do want you to know I’m for real about this.” He held his head down and began walking the room. “I never wanted the title of being a Prince. I mean the women, the money, the shit we do, and the popularity is cool, but I can do without it. I’ve always wanted to move to the states. I begged my parents to let me stay when I graduated, but I had to get back here and perform my Princely duties.” He motioned his fingers in quotation marks.

  “I want to have fun. I want to walk out my house by myself with no guards surrounding me. I want to drive my own car and shop for my own damn groceries. Hell, I even want to cook my own food. And it would be nice if I could bathe myself and wipe my own ass.”

  “Wait, you don’t wipe your own ass?” I quizzed.

  “Nah. I got a wipe
r and a shaker. Shit crazy isn’t it?”

  “Yea.” I chuckled.

  “I just want to be normal and I know I can have that if I marry you,” he expressed, grabbing my hands in his.

  “How? Won’t I become a princess or something?”

  “Ha. Yea, nah. It’s forbidden for us to marry,” he revealed.

  “Then why do you want to-,”

  “Because if we do this, I get exiled. Banished from Droga. I can go back to the states and live my life how I want to live it. Maybe figure out what the fuck I want to actually do with my life. Go to college and get one of those job things.”

  I laughed because he was dead serious. It was so cute how passionate he was about being a regular person in America. “Are you sure about this?”

  He planted his hands on both sides of my face and gazed into my eyes. “I have never been sure about anything ever in my life. I want this, and I’m not perfect, and I may look at a few asses and titties, but I promise to try and be faithful to you. You got my word on that, Leah,” he assured me.

  I looked deep into his eyes and I he gave me no reason to doubt him. I could see it in his eyes that he meant his words. “Ok.” I nodded my head. “Ok. I’ll marry you.”

  “Hell yea!” he shouted, kissing me over and over in my mouth. “Now we need to act fast. The wedding is in a few days and since I can’t trust nobody in this palace, were going to need Bella and Twan’s help.”

  “Okay. We can go to them now. Twan is watching her door tonight,” I explained to him.

  “You go first and I’m right behind you.”

  “Ok.” I placed a lingering kiss on his lips before I sprinted away. I made sure no one saw me leave his room and I made my way to Bella’s room which was on the other side of the palace. While I was walking, I spotted Queen Mena and King Enzo having a conversation. They were exchanging papers. I wondered what they were up to but I didn’t have time to worry about them. I needed to get to Bella.

  When I turned down the hall, I spotted Twan in his chair knocked out sleep. “Twan!” I spat, punching him in the arm.

  “I got you, Bella!” He shot up out his chair. “Who wants these hands?” He had his fist up ready to fight.

  “Wow. Really, Twan?” I asked, laughing.

  He noticed that it was me and he kissed his lips. “Damn, Leah. Don’t be scaring a nigga like that.” He yawned

  “Sleep much?”

  “Not since the attack on the palace. King Adonis been working my ass day and night trying to find out who behind that shit. We been roughing up every nigga outside these walls and we keep coming up short. In a minute, I’m bout to quit this shit. Put in my two-week notice,” he spat, rubbing his tired eyes.

  “Well we can talk about that later. Let’s go in so we can talk. The prince is on his way and I need to let you and Bella know something.” I grinned. He gave me a questionable glare but instead of asking me anything, he just let me in the room and closed the door behind us. Bella was in the bed eating a box of ice-cream. Her weight gain had been crazy lately. She was only like four months I think, and she already looked like a sac of potatoes.

  “Ahh, Bella. Are you still depressed about you and King Adonis?” I asked, plopping down on her bed. I made sure to snuggled up under her, so she could lay her head on my shoulder.

  “I just don’t understand. Why can’t I be his one and only if he loves me so much? Why make me settle for second in his life?” she whined.

  “Well technically, you’re like his third or fourth. Because let’s see, it’s God, then his country, his wife, then his family and then it’s you. So actually, you’re his fifth-,”

  “Twan would you shut up. You’re not helping,” I snapped, shaking my head at his dumb self. “Listen, Bella, I know you’re going through right now, and I want to be there for you, but I need to tell you something first,” I started.

  “Okay…what?” she sniffed, wiping back tears. Before I could get it out, Amir burst through the door.

  “You tell them we getting married yet?” he quizzed, shutting the door behind him.

  “WHAT!” Twan and Bella both barked in unison.

  “I will take that as a no.” Amir scratched his head.

  “Your getting married?” Bella asked again. “Wh-why? Wh-when? I mean…how?” she was just as shocked as Twan who was still standing still with his mouth open.

  “I can answer that,” Amir took the floor. “Because I love her, and I don’t care what the consequences. Hopefully tomorrow, and that’s why we came to you two. We need your help. I can’t trust nobody within these walls. Not even my brother. He will try and stop me, and I don’t need the hold up,” he explained.

  “I’m sorry…your getting married?” Twan was completely puzzled.

  Ignoring him, I returned to the conversation. “It’s forbidden for Amir to marry me. He will be exiled, but he’s willing to take that chance on me. On us.” I blushed.

  “Awwww,” Bella sang. “Okay. Okay. I’m in. What do I have to do?”

  “My sister will be coming in tomorrow for the wedding. I will need somebody to distract her. We need to steal her car and drive to the priest that will perform the ceremony. We need an alibi for my old man, my brother and Creola. Then we need a witness,” Amir ran down the plans.

  “Why do all that? Why not just wait until your wedding day?” Bella quizzed.

  “I’m sorry I don’t think your getting the point, Lady Bella. I’m trying to marry, Leah. Not Creola. Why would I wait until my wedding day?”

  “Well instead of doing all that extra stuff you were going to do, you can try a simpler way. Instead of distracting the Princess, stealing a car and having an alibi, you can just marry Leah that morning. You will already have a priest here. Just put Leah in Creola’s dress, she’ll have on veil and no one will know it was her. See? Simple.” She shrugged her shoulders.

  “Wow, Bella. That’s actually a good idea.” I nodded.

  “You’re getting fucking married!” Twan snapped out of the blue.

  I rolled my eyes, ignoring him once again. “But what will we do with, Creola? It’s her wedding and I’m pretty sure she will notice her dress is gone and that her wedding is starting.”

  “I can stall her. I’m not invited to the wedding since I’m showing. I have to stay in my room for the next four and a half month. I’ll just make up something. Then right after the wedding, you rush off to the car and leave. No one will ever know as long as you keep your veil on and Creola stays out of sight.”

  I glanced over and Amir for his approval. He had a smile on his face as he nodded his head. “Perfect.”

  “Leah, have you lost your shit? You can’t marry a Prince. You can’t leave me and Bella. We were going to leave together. We came here together, we leave together.” Twan frowned.

  “Maybe you two can come with us,” I suggested but Amir quickly shot me a look that told me that wasn’t a good idea. “What? They can’t come?”

  “Twan could possibly come but not, Lady Bella. She’s pregnant with my brother’s baby. He will send a search party out to find her and we will get caught before we even reach the boat. It’s too risky,” he explained.

  Bella’s head fell. I knew she was so miserable sitting in the room. Especially after finding out that King Adonis would never choose her over Mena. That on top of her hormones had her on edge. “Bella, I’m sorry. I promise that if everything goes as planned, we will come back for you after you have the baby.” I held her hand.

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.” We shared a moment. Twan finally got over himself and came over to join our hug. I missed it when it was just us. Even though we lived like animals in the states, going from orphanage to orphanage. In the end, we always had each other and that wasn’t going to change. Ever.

  “I don’t mean to ruin this intimate moment, but Leah we need to go. If anyone notices your gone this long, they’ll start to question it. We can meet back up here tomorrow to further discuss the detail
s, so that were all on the same page,” Amir spoke.

  We all agreed and gave each other one last embrace before I left the room. Me and Amir both went our separate ways. When I returned to the servant’s room, I got into my cot and laid down. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was about to marry a man who truly loved me, and we were about to return to the states to live the life we both wanted. I couldn’t wait. I was finally going home after three long years. Finally.

  King Adonis

  “OHHHHH! ADONIS!” My Queen screamed to the top of her lungs as I circled my hips in between her legs. To me, the yelling was a bit much because I wasn’t even hitting it that hard. I wasn’t giving my all because I didn’t want to have sex with her. It was no longer enjoyable for me. The entire time, I did nothing but think about Lady Bella. She was all I seemed to think about.

  “Come ride this dick,” I spoke in her ear.

  She put her hand on my chest to stop my movement and just stared at me. “I’m sorry, come do what now?” she quizzed.

  “You heard me. I said come ride this dick,” I repeated.

  “Since when do you speak to your Queen this way?” Her face frowned. “I never had to put in work before. Why can’t we just remain in this position?”

  “Because, Mena this is a bore to me. We need to try new things and I would love it if my Queen would please me how I want to be pleased,” I expressed.

  “Like how Lady Bella pleases you,” she snared.

  Blowing out a breath of frustration, I pulled out of her and got out of our bed. I walked into the bathroom and started my shower. I didn’t want to deal with the bullshit yet another night. As I emerged under the rainfall shower head, I could hear footsteps getting closer.

  “Here she comes.” I thought to myself.

  “I see what your trying to do. Your trying to turn me into her,” she spat from the other side of the shower glass door.

  “Mena, that’s not what I’m trying to do. I was simply trying to try something new with my Queen and enjoy it,” I lied. I was trying to get her to be more like Bella.

  “Liar!” she yelled. “She has come into your life and did a few tricks on your manhood and now your turned out. She’s nothing but a freaking whore-,”