Stolen Princess

by Lavender Sage

  Before I could get a word out, she bent down, her fingers expertly unbuttoning my pants. My cock sprang out of its confines, bringing me momentary relief.

  “Irene, we should…” My words were drowned as soon as her hand began moving up and down my pole. Her fingers were cold against my hot flesh as she pumped me hard. Getting onto her belly, she put her lips around my cock, taking it inside her warm, wet mouth. “God…Irene,” I bit out as my head swam with pleasure.

  Irene was relentless. She pushed me down on the bed and began sucking my cock hard. I groaned in response to her aggression but loved it at the same. All logical thoughts vanished from my head as sheer pleasure took over.

  The women who’d slept with me in the past would have been surprised to see me at my wit’s end. I wasn’t the kind of man who would let a woman take control, preferring to dominate my partner when it came to sex. But with Irene, it was different. My body was slave to her demands. While my cock commanded me to take her hard and swift, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t hurt in any way. This conflicting feeling of wanting to protect her and ravish her simultaneously was making me behave irresponsibly but at the moment I didn’t want to care.

  My body was tightening under Irene’s ministrations. I threw my head back, trying to hold on to the orgasm threatening to crack my balls. My hands gripped the sides of her head as she increased the pace of her sucking, bobbing her head up and down my erect shaft. She was quickly learning how to tame me. Clever girl, I smiled despite the pleasurable pain running through me.

  “Irene,” I gasped out as my control finally broke.

  My cum shot forward, filling her mouth to the brim. Some of the creamy seeds leaked out from the corner of her lips while my cock was still inside her. She moved away and my shaft came out dripping with ribbons of semen and saliva.

  Filling my lungs with air, I sat up and pulled Irene against me. I took her lips in a deep kiss, eager to taste my essence on her tongue. She kissed me back with equal fervor, her nails scratching along my arms.

  I groaned out, suddenly pulling away from her. With a sudden move, I flipped her around so that her back was facing me. My hands gripped her hips tightly, not allowing her to turn around. “You need to learn some manners, love,” I whispered in her ear. She moaned but cried out next moment when I bit down on the shell of her ear.

  One of my hands grabbed a breast roughly while the other snaked down her stomach to reach her pussy. Her back crashed against mine as I kissed the side of her neck while my hand cupped her sex in a strong, possessive grip. “There’s one thing you must know before we leave,” I growled in a low voice. “This,” I tightened the grasp on her pussy. “Belongs to me now.”

  “Yes,” she moaned out. “Yours.”

  I inserted a rough finger inside her folds. She was already dripping wet. My digit slid in easily and soon her walls were pulling it in and clenching hard. I squeezed her breast before pinching her hardened nipple. Irene cried out but next moment, I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb.

  “Oh, Killian,” she moaned, her head thrashing against my chest as my fingers continued to slide in and out of her. She writhed but this time, I was going to be relentless too. She had to learn not to tempt me so wantonly.

  Irene cried out, her body trembling hard as her juices gushed down my hand. Her breasts heaved as she leaned against my chest. She was about to move away but I pulled her back. “Not so fast, love.”

  I bent her down on the mattress. She put her ass high in the air, still naughtily tempting me. My cock was hard again. Taking the shaft in my hand, I stroked it until it thickened and lengthened. The pink lips of her pussy peaked between her legs. Rubbing the head at her swollen, moist lips, I thrust in.

  “Killian,” she gasped out as I slid inside her. She was still so tight, letting only half my length move in.

  Pulling out, I thrust in again only to pull out. I stabbed her dripping wet pussy several times before plunging in deep and burying myself to the hilt.

  “Oh yes,” whispered Irene, writhing against me. “You’re inside me, Killian. You fill me so completely.”

  My head swam with pleasure as her tight walls clenched onto my shaft. In my frenzy, I bit the side of her neck, making her gasp out. Her pussy pulsed against my throbbing cock.

  I began moving inside her faster. My thrusts were short and powerful, stabbing deep into her pussy. I held her firmly as though I was making sure she couldn’t get away from me. My hips pistoned faster, my balls slapping against her ass. She felt good, her walls clamping tight around me.

  I wanted to make the moment last forever while desperately wanting to reach my climax. I wasn’t too far away. Everything inside me was coiling into that moment of pleasure, ready to explode.

  Irene was gasping and moaning, the sounds enough to make me lose control. “Fuck, Irene,” I grated out from my clenched teeth. Her pussy was tight and hot around my cock.

  “I can’t take it any longer,” she gasped. “Come with me, Killian.”

  As my balls hardened like rocks, I gave in. Holding her tight against me, I shattered, emptying myself inside her. Ribbons of cum exploded inside her as my eyes rolled in their sockets as she pulsed and rippled around me, her body shuddering. Her breaths came out ragged as she slumped against me.

  Keeping my grip on her pussy, I held her to me tightly but as my strength left me, I fell back to the bed, taking her with me. We hit the pillows but stayed connected. Gently, I pulled out of her, letting my seeds leak out of her in thick, creamy streams.

  Irene turned around to face me. Her face was flushed red, the color staining the sides of her neck. The green of her eyes looked clear and bright as she looked up at me.

  “You must always be with me, Killian,” she said, her hands coming to grasp mine. “I can’t be with another man except you.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. “It’s a promise, Irene. You’re mine.”

  6

  Irene

  I stretched luxuriously, the sheets tangling between my legs when I heard the shout coming from outside the room. Killian sat up immediately, looking alert. Without a word, he climbed out of bed and pulled on his trousers. Hurriedly donning his shirt, he hurried towards the door. Just as he was about to push it open, he glanced back at me.

  “Put some clothes on, Irene. Don’t delay.”

  Opening the door, he stepped out. My body felt sore after our recent lovemaking and I was yearning for a nap and some food. However, the urgency in Killian’s voice didn’t go unnoticed. Climbing out of bed, I headed towards the wooden cabinet that had all my clothes. I took out a pair of boots and a simple blue cotton dress.

  I’d just donned the dress when I heard Peckham’s urgent voice outside the door. Picking up the boots, I moved towards the threshold to hear what the matter was. Why was the man so scared? There was nothing frightening in the house to warrant such a sudden, fearful reaction.

  “What should we do, Boss?” Peckham kept asking. “We can’t get past them. Even you’re not strong to take them all.”

  “There’s got to be guns around here,” said Killian.

  “They will be alerted as soon as you shoot.”

  “Calm down, Tom. Let me think.”

  Pushing open the door, I stepped out in the door. Both Killian and Peckham looked at me with anxiety. “What is going on?” I asked, not liking how tensed Killian seemed.

  “Did Nicole keep weapons in the house?” Killian asked, stepping before me. “Did she have guns?”

  “She did. But why would do you need one?”

  “Come with me, Irene.” Taking me by the arm, he marched towards the casement set at the furthest wall in the corridor. When we reached it, he pointed a finger in the distance. “Do you see them? The men approaching the wall?”

  I focused in the direction he was pointing. At first, I didn’t see anything but soon my eyes detected movement among the green foliage. Several men were advancing through the small gate set
in the wall. They wore black outfits and looked tiny because of the distance.

  “Who are they?” I asked, looking up at him.

  “I don’t know but it’s got to be the people Nicole knew. They must’ve gotten the news of her death and have come for the same thing we did. You.”

  Fear sliced through me. “Do they want me to keep me confined here too?” I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat as I pushed against Killian’s chest. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

  His hands came to hold my shoulders. “Pull yourself together, Irene. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

  “But what do we do? Tom is right. There are too many of them.”

  “Show me where the guns are.”

  I shook my head. “It won’t be much help if we just have you shooting at them. You can’t stop all the men. There could be others behind them.”

  Killian’s face turned into stone. His grip on my shoulders tightened. “I have to do something,” he said through clenched teeth. “As long as I’m alive, no man will touch you.” His gray eyes blazed fiercely at me, making my heart pound hard.

  “There’s another way.”

  “What way?”

  “A long time ago, Nicole showed me a way out of this house. She made it herself, laboring over it for years. Those men won’t know about it.”

  “Are you talking about a tunnel she dug out?”

  I nodded.

  A light of hope lit up in his eyes. “That’s it! She must have made it as an emergency exit in case someone came to take you away from her.” He looked towards Peckham who was still standing near my bedroom. “Let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”

  I nodded, taking Killian’s big hand in mine. “Follow me.”

  “Come on, Tom. We’re leaving this place,” said Killian as we walked past him.

  “Won’t they attack us, Boss?”

  “Irene knows a different way.”

  Peckham gasped with relief and followed after us. Our footsteps echoed in the quiet house as we rushed down the stairs towards the pantry room.

  “How did you know they were coming, Tom?” I asked.

  “I woke up this morning and thought I’d look around. Taking the stairs, I followed it as high as it would go and reached the attic. I was looking out just to see the view from up there and that’s when I saw them. I ran down to tell Boss about it.”

  “Good job, Tom,” said Killian from beside me. “It’s lucky you saw them before they reached the house.”

  “They’ll here in a few minutes,” I whispered urgently, increasing my pace.

  Reaching the pantry door, I pushed it open. It was dark inside but I was able to find the matchsticks on one of the racks there. I struck a match, momentarily bathing the small room in flickering golden light, spotting the lantern on one of the shelves. Lighting another match, I lit the lamp.

  “This way,” I said, going in the corner of the room. Removing the piles of gunny bags and flattened boxes, I exposed the round trapdoor on the floor.

  “Wow,” whispered Peckham, bending down beside me.

  Curling my fingers around the handle, I pulled it up. It took another heave to lift it off completely. All three of us peered into the pitch blackness of the tunnel.

  “This place never stops creeping me out,” groaned Peckham.

  “Are there any more lamps?” asked Killian.

  I nodded. “In the kitchen.”

  “Get two more lamps, Irene.”

  Setting the lantern in my hand down on the floor, I hurried towards the kitchen to get two more. The tunnel was too dark to venture into without more light about us. As I moved out into the corridor, I heard the creak of the front door opening. “Oh no,” I moaned. “They are here.”

  Rushing into the kitchen with a pounding heart, I snatched two lanterns and ran back to the pantry room, shutting the door behind me. To keep them away, I began pushing boxes of cans against the door.

  “What are you doing, Irene?” asked Killian, coming to stand beside me.

  “They’re here,” I whispered. In the dim light of the flame, Killian’s face paled.

  “Hurry. We must go. Now!” Turning towards, Peckham, he gestured for him to climb through the round hole in the floor. The man looked scared but obeyed, lowering himself through the trapdoor.

  Killian handed him a lantern. “It’s not too high,” he said, turning to face me. “You go next.” Keeping his hands on my waist, he helped to lower me down. Handing me the two lanterns, Killian jumped after me. “Let’s cover it up so they never know where to look for us.”

  In the light of the lamps, the walls of the underground passageway looked gray. After a minute, I realized the low roof and sides were made of gray stone slabs.

  “It’s been built well,” commented Peckham.

  “Yes. Nicole did well,” said Killian, glancing at us both. “I can’t even imagine how she managed do it singlehandedly.”

  “She spent years down here,” I said. “Apart from making occasional trips outside, this is where she spent all her time.”

  “We must move now,” said Killian, leading the way forward.

  With only the glow of the lanterns lighting our path, we followed the tunnel. Darkness seemed to gather around our bubble of light both in front and behind us.

  “It seems to be going towards the west,” said Killian.

  “Yes, Boss. The same way we came in.”

  It was quite some time before we came to a stop. We must’ve walked a few kilometers at least by then when we hit a dead end.

  “What now?” asked Killian, looking at me.

  “There’s a similar opening on the roof,” I said. “The last time I was here, Nicole showed it to me but didn’t allow me to go out.”

  “Let’s hurry and find it.” Bending down, Killian grabbed me around the knees and lifted me high enough so that the top of head brushed against the low ceiling. “Look for the way out.”

  With Killian holding me steady, I felt around the ceiling with my hands, looking for a raised circular edge. It took a few minutes to find it and my heart pounded with every ticking second. My ears were pricked for any sound down the direction we came from.

  With a low noise, the trapdoor lifted off when I added pressure. Fresh, cool air blew through the gaps and shafts of clear sunlight fell inside the dark underground passage. Roots of grass clung to the metal trapdoor but adding more force helped me to pull it away completely.

  “Well done, Irene,” said Killian in a fiercely proud voice. A smile blossomed on my lips as I smiled down at him. “Go on up,” he said, lifting me higher so I could scramble through the circular hole.

  Fresh air blew all around me and I inhaled deeply. It was a clear day with a bright blue sky overhead. As I looked around, there was nothing but the woods around me. There was no sign of the house or the stone walls that surrounded it. For the first time in my life, I was free.

  Peckham came out of the hole, scrambling and clawing at the grass. He was panting and gasping but was able to pull himself to his feet.

  “Pull me up now.” Killian’s voice came from down the passageway. I rushed towards the opening to look down at him, still standing in the glow of the lanterns. For a moment, it felt like we were in two different worlds.

  “Hurry up, Tom,” I said, desperate for Killian to join us under the sunlight with the cool breeze blowing all around us.

  Peckham grabbed both of Killian’s hands and hauled him up a few feet but his wheezy breaths and panting gasps told me he didn’t have enough strength. Reaching down, I grasped the collar of Killian’s shirt and pulled. With our combined strengths, we were able to haul him up in the next few minutes.

  The three of us fell back on the grass and gasped for breath. My heart was still racing from all the fear and excitement. My limbs shook from the adrenaline still coursing through my blood.

  “I am free,” I whispered, a rough laugh escaping my throat.

  Killian’s hand came to hold
mine but he didn’t say anything. I laughed some more, feeling mad with joy. We remained in that position for only a few minutes though. As soon as Killian caught his breath, he sat up to look around him.

  “We have been here before,” he said.

  “It’s the same place where we parked our car,” said Peckham, getting to his feet. “Over there, Boss,” he shouted suddenly. “Near that grove of trees.” I followed the direction he was pointing at and saw a cluster of birch trees. Through the gaps in the trunk, I spotted a car.

  “There’s a car. I see it.”

  “We’re getting out of here,” said Killian, rising to his full height. “Come on.”

  Tom and I followed after him, lightly jogging to keep up with his long strides. It was the first time I was looking at a car that wasn’t just a photograph in a magazine. Killian took the wheels while Peckham opened the backseat door for me. Once we were all in, Killian started the car.

  I’d expected to feel an ache when I eventually left the place but none of it came. I was looking straight ahead, eager to see the world beyond those woods. My heart beat with excitement instead of fear. I was with Killian and as long as he was with me, nothing seemed too daunting.

  7

  Killian

  I watched Irene over the rearview mirror. There was a mixture of emotion swirling in her face as her hands patted the leather seats. She wasn’t even minding the way the jeep was trundling through the rough terrain. I could’ve gone slower but with the men sent by Nicole’s mafia boyfriend were still a threat to us until we left those godforsaken woods.

  On my side, Tom sat like a stone statue, his eyes too wide for my liking. This whole incident may have scarred him for life but I would keep my word of increasing his pay. So far, he’d stayed loyal and was the sole reason I was notified of the men approaching the manor at the break of day.

  Both Tom and I released a long breath once we left the woods behind and entered the highway. The sight of a few cars passing by seemed to breathe new life into my own veins. The manor and the forest surrounding it had been too isolated to feel like it was part of this world. The whole thing would have been a nightmare if it wasn’t for Irene. Only her presence made it feel like a fairy tale instead of a horror movie.