His Royal Majesty : A Royal Wedding Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

“There is nothing wrong with you Ivy, you’re too good to be true,” he said and with a jerk, he let go of her.

  “You don’t have to insult me by throwing empty compliments at me,” she said, feeling the sting on her cheeks where his fingers had dug into her skin.

  Travis had shifted back in his seat but was still glaring at her.

  “What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not making this up?” he growled as she felt a tingle on her fingertips.

  Back to where we were in the room.

  I suppose there’s no point in hiding it.

  “Take my virginity,” Ivy said calmly, surprised by the conviction in her own voice.

  She never thought she would actually be able to say the words in as calm and relaxed a manner as she did. Travis was glaring at her, staring at her from under his heavy hooded eyelids, his nostrils flared, and his face darkened. Ivy noticed for the first time the light silvery strands of hair on his sideburns.

  “I won’t do that to you, Ivy,” he said in a deep guttural growl and she stuck her chin up in the air.

  “Then I don’t believe you,” she said.

  Travis sighed. He looked like he was now finally beginning to seriously consider it.

  “You’ll regret it,” Travis pressed his eyes close and spoke with his teeth gritted together.

  She wanted him, she had to press her legs together to distract from the wetness between her thighs, the tightness in her belly. There was nothing more she wanted than for this man to take her virginity. And she would steal a page from Travis’ playbook to make it happen—she wouldn’t accept him saying no.

  “That’s my problem, not yours,” Ivy said.

  Travis opened his eyes again. The storminess in his blue eyes had vanished, he looked like he was back in control.

  And Ivy began to feel an erotic rush as a result.

  “If we do this, we have to do this my way,” he said in a voice so low that she had to strain her ears to hear him.

  Ivy gulped because she couldn’t even imagine what he could be talking about. She had no experience, no way of knowing what she liked or disliked. But it would result in the same thing—her losing her virginity to him. She nodded her head and Travis clenched his jaw again.

  They were staring at each other and Ivy was counting the seconds in her head, it was like time had stood still. Like she couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t smell anything. Like nothing else existed except him.

  Travis placed his hands on the sides of her knees and before Ivy even had the chance to react to the sensation of his hand on her, he pulled her. It was a swift, smooth tug and she felt her butt sliding on the car seat as he had pulled her to himself. His hands traveled up from her knees to her waist and he pulled her in closer so that she was now leaning on him, her breasts pressing into his chest.

  Travis’ breath fell on her hair and he hooked a finger into the bun she had tied. Her strawberry blond locks came tumbling down her back and he grabbed the side of her neck, clutching it tightly in his hand.

  His lips met hers with a fury like he had been trying to control himself forever. Just like she had. Their lips had only touched before he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Ivy moaned and gasped as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth. He had complete control over her, angling her face in a position that made it easier for him to dive further into her mouth. He nibbled on her bottom lip when he pulled away slightly for air, and then his tongue was inside her mouth again.

  This wasn’t any ordinary kiss, for he was thrusting his tongue down her throat in a rhythmic sexual motion. Giving her a taste of what was to come when his cock would be inside her. Ivy couldn’t help imagining it, especially since the wetness between her legs was spreading now. Seeping through her panties as he kissed her furiously.

  No kiss had been like this before. This animalistic, this wild. She had never felt dominated like this either. Travis had absolute power over her, and she felt helpless in his arms as he kissed her furiously and his hands traveled over her body.

  He cupped her breasts, flicking her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. He curved his hands over the shape of her butt, trailed his fingers down her legs, the insides of her thighs, pulling her skirt upwards. His fingers were light and tender on her skin, on her thighs…unlike the fury of his mouth on her and this contrasting pressure was driving her body insane. She could feel the fire building up inside her, an uncontrollable urge to make contact with his cock.

  Ivy thrust her hips towards him, feeling the sharpness of his hip bones as he pushed himself into her too. They were fused at the hips, their mouths locked together as well. Ivy knew she wasn’t breathing. She didn’t want to breathe. All she wanted was to have Travis inside her and now she did.

  He pulled away, to nibble on her neck and she threw her head back, enjoying the wet trail he was leaving on her skin with his tongue. Travis stopped suddenly, lifting his face up to stare into her eyes again.

  “Do you want to change your mind about this?” he asked, with their bodies still pressed together, their breaths heavy and panting.

  Ivy shook her head because she didn’t think she could get any words out. She would quit her job, she’d say no to the interview, she’d do whatever it took to have this moment.

  He turned and knocked twice on the glass divider and the chauffeur didn’t have to ask. The car started and they were on their way.

  “Where are we going?” Ivy asked him as he settled back into the seat.

  “My house,” he said, in an angered voice and he refused to look at her.

  He was staring out of the window now as Ivy sat at a distance from him, her clothes crumbled, her hair ruffled and in a mess. She didn’t know what to think. She had no clue what he wanted or what he planned for her. All she knew was that she wanted him to be the one. If she wasn’t convinced enough before, that kiss definitely proved it. She had never felt this instinctual urge to have someone inside her before.

  Travis looked at her suddenly and Ivy stared back.

  “Do you always get your way, Ivy Zimmerman?” he asked like he was rebuking a naughty child and she bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the smile that was creeping up on her face.

  I do now, Travis.

  When Travis and Ivy arrived at Travis’ place, the billionaire opened the door for the barista and guided her upstairs without a word. Ivy barely had time to register more of the artwork and decor of the house, for he had his hand on her and did not let go as he led her up the stairs.

  A couple of turns later, Ivy gasped.

  “Is this your bedroom?” Ivy asked when she stepped into the room.

  It was as gorgeously decorated as the living room she had seen earlier. It was dark, with walls in a pastel green shade with several lamps on the floor and on tables as the only source of light.

  Once again, Ivy felt like she had been transported to an old 18th Century home. She walked around the room, running her fingers over the wooden paneling. Ornately framed oil paintings hung on the wall, and in the center of the room stood an enormous four poster bed.

  It had a wooden canopy, polished and glistening with a thick rich red curtain hanging from it in luxurious waves. The room had a fireplace that wasn’t lit and a scented candle was burning on the mantle. Ivy walked to it and breathed in, her nostrils tingled with the musky woody scent it emanated, much like Travis’ cologne.

  “No, it isn’t my bedroom.”

  When Ivy turned in shock, she found him loosening his tie and proceeding to take off his cuff links.

  She stood at the end of the bed, with her hands clasped together in front of her, at a loss of what to do next. Once Travis had taken off his cuffs, he threw his tie to the floor and then took off his suit jacket.

  He was watching her with narrowed eyes, as though assessing her for size, coming up with a plan in his head. Ivy wished she could dive into his mind and know what was rummaging through his mind, but in some ways, it was more fun not to know. She would wait to
have it unfold before her.

  “This is going to be a new experience for you, Ivy, and I want you to have a safe word,” he said.

  “Safe word?” she asked and Travis thrust his hands into the pockets of his pants. What did I sign up for?

  “Yes, to use if you think I’ve taken it too far. You don’t know what your limitations are, and I don’t want to do something to you that you don’t enjoy,” he said.

  Ivy felt the knots in her belly tighten.

  The word enjoy had done it for her. She had spent so many years fretting over her first time, worrying if she’ll be any good at it, that she’d never considered enjoying it.

  “How about coffee?” she asked, trying to smile.

  Even though Travis didn’t seem to be pleased with it, he nodded his head slowly.

  “That’ll do for now,” he said and then his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Take your clothes off, Ivy.”

  With a gulp, she started unbuttoning her shirt. She slid it over her shoulders and watched as he looked at her breasts. Then she started sliding her skirt down till it collected in a heap at her ankles. She stepped out of it and her skin was covered in goosebumps. He had yet to make a move towards her.

  She unhooked her bra and then slid down her panties, which were dripping wet already.

  For the first time, Ivy was standing completely naked in front of a man. She had fantasized about it many times before, and now standing in front of Travis like this… it made her feel strong.

  Travis took in a deep breath, his eyes drinking in the shape of her breasts, her erect rosy nipples, the light dusting of hair between her legs. Her instinct was to cover herself, to cup her breasts and her pussy, but she forced herself to remain standing in front of him, with her arms on her sides. Stand strong. Show him you’re ready for this.

  “Lie down on your back, Ivy,” he said, still standing with his hands in his pockets.

  She stepped backward, her breathing growing heavier by the minute. She wanted to see him naked too, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to take his clothes off. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she toppled backward, bouncing lightly on the mattress as she did.

  Travis walked towards her finally, slowly and stealthily and instead of touching her, which she was desperate for, he slid open a drawer in the bedside table next to her. She watched, her pupils reflecting the burning candle on the mantelpiece…as he pulled out two pairs of velvet handcuffs. He placed it on the bed beside her, and then took out a black satin handkerchief. She gulped and trembled.

  “Does this scare you?” Travis asked, turning to her, almost like he wanted her to say yes.

  If she’d responded immediately, she would have said yes.

  But she trusted Travis. The points he’d earned this morning had given him that right. So she paused for a second and said the real truth.

  “No,” Ivy said, licking her lips in anticipation.

  Her body was bare, covered in goosebumps, and there was a fire burning in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t stop. Every nerve in her body was screaming for him to take her. Do it any way he wanted, but just take her.

  With a knee on the bed, Travis lifted her right wrist and clapped the velvet handcuff on her and then tugged to clap the other part to the wooden column in the headrest. Ivy gasped as she felt the smooth texture of the handcuff on her skin. He loomed over her, as he reached across for her left wrist and did the same. Ivy felt a tug as her arms stretched out over her, chained to the headrest now over her head. She could feel her breasts stretching, her muscles tightening and she wriggled her hips in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Her natural instincts told her to resist.

  “Just relax, Ivy. Let your senses take over,” Travis said as he picked up the silk handkerchief.

  She was breathing hard as he came closer and placed it over her eyes, lifting her head gently to tie it to the back of her head. She was in pitch darkness now, couldn’t see a thing, and she felt her mouth partially open. What was going on?

  It was a strange feeling, new and alien to her. She had never felt this helpless before, and even though her legs were free she couldn’t really do anything. But she didn’t ask him to stop because she was even more curious now. She was helpless only by herself—but with Travis, she felt as strong as ever.

  “Travis…” she said.

  She felt his finger being placed on her lips gently but pressing firmly.

  “In this room, you will call me Master,” he said.

  She gasped. The fact that she couldn’t see, only hear and smell…the fact that his voice sounded so commanding and dangerous now…was putting her in a lulling trance.

  “And you will do nothing without my permission,” she heard him say as he dragged his finger away from her lips. “Don’t make a move unless I tell you to, don’t say anything without my permission unless it’s the safe word, and most definitely don’t come till I allow you to. Do you understand?”

  She could sense him moving around the room, opening drawers and his voice boomed loud in her ears.

  “Yes,” she replied, her breasts shuddering.

  “Yes, what?” Travis said.

  The submission was intoxicating.

  “Yes, Master,” Ivy replied, feeling dizzy with an overwhelming desire for him.

  He knew just how to wrap her around his finger, to have her entirely in his control.

  She wasn’t expecting it, and Travis grabbed her ankles lightly, pulling her legs apart. Her skin grazed against the smooth silk of the bedsheets and it sent a rapturous shiver down her spine. He had parted her thighs, positioning her like a spread eagle. She could sense his warmth close by. The longer she spent in absolute blindness, the stronger her sense of smell and touch were becoming.

  “You have to be ready for me before I possess you,” she heard him say and then a soft feathery material brushed against the sensitive folds of her pussy.

  Ivy gasped and her back arched upwards. The very next second, she felt Travis’ fingers on her left nipple, pinching it tightly and she gasped again.

  “I told you not to move without permission. Every time you do something you’re not supposed to, there will be a punishment,” he growled and Ivy slunk her body back down to the bed.

  He released her nipple and she felt it throb with pleasure and pain. Ivy tried to control her breathing, to even out the pace, but the feather brushed against her clit again and she bit down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

  “Good girl.”

  She felt that familiar thrill again. She was desperate to please him, desperate for his approval.

  He began flicking the feather quicker now, sliding it along the slit of her pussy, teasing her clit as Ivy tried her best to not moan and gasp. She tried to remain completely still, but it was the most difficult thing she had ever done in her life. Her body was spasming, she could feel her juices rolling out of her.

  “Good girl,” Travis said again.

  Then she felt his finger slowly slide into her. Ivy couldn’t control herself and this time she cried out. In the next second, Travis had slapped her breast. It was a tight slap that stung her skin and Ivy screamed out again.

  “I’m sorry Master,” she said, her voice dripping with desire and pleasure.

  She had never thought that a slap could feel this good.

  His finger slid further into her and Ivy tried to hold still. The feather was teasing her clit and his finger began sliding in and out of her. She could hear the pumping sound it made as Travis drilled into her, soon joining two fingers together so that her folds stretched even more. Ivy bit down on her lip, hard enough for her to worry that she was going to draw blood, but she didn’t make a sound. She didn’t move, only breathed hard.

  “Good girl,” he said as she felt his fingers slipping in her juices.

  She was ready for him, more ready than she had ever been before. When Travis pulled his fingers out of her, Ivy gasped again, afraid that he was going to stop.
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  “You’re doing good, Ivy. You’re being a very good girl.”

  She felt the mattress creak as he stepped up. Then came the sound of foil being torn and the snap of latex. He was putting a condom on. She hadn’t even seen him naked, hadn’t yet seen his cock! She wriggled, tugging at the handcuffs. Travis’ fingers were clamping her nipples again.

  “What did I tell you about moving?” he hissed in her ear and she stopped herself, controlling the urge to scream as he tightened his grip on her nipples.

  When he released them, she let out a moan because of how much they stung.

  Then she felt the soft wet lick of his tongue. Ivy felt dizzy, in a head-rush as Travis’ mouth closed over one of her nipples. He was sucking on it, slowly lapping at her breast and it was the most soothing balm she could have asked for.

  She was still dripping wet, her belly aching with desire now as she sensed him positioning himself over her. She was desperate for free hands, desperate to reach out and touch him. Feel the texture of his skin under her fingertips, to trace the carving of his abs which she knew were hidden under his shirt all this time.

  “Remember the rules, Ivy. You’re not allowed to come till I tell you to,” he said and she felt his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly to keep her in position.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied meekly.

  There was no turning back now. She was going to give herself to him and he would forever be the man who had taken her virginity. No one I’d rather lose it to.

  Ivy held her breath as she sensed his cock growing closer to her. Her breasts rose and fell and then she felt the tip of his cock on the folds of her wet pussy. Ivy bit on her lip to stop from screaming. Travis was sliding himself into her, slowly and inch by inch, stretching her folds, grazing against the walls of her vagina till he had buried himself deep into her.

  Ivy didn’t think she had the strength in her to not cry out, but she did. It was a few seconds of pain while he stretched her with his cock. When she could feel his length inside her, the knots in her belly started to unravel.

  “So tight,” she heard him growl under his breath and he moved his hands to keep her thighs apart.