ADY SONIA knew a lot about back stairways,. She led me to one that went down to the kitchens and servants’ areas for the ballroom and state rooms. Her eyes flashed as she told me, “Don’t ask me how I know it.”
She led me down the stairs and said, “If she’s serving, she’ll be in one of the preparation rooms down that corridor. Or, if she’s in the kitchens, they’re the other way.”
“She will be serving, I’m sure of it.” Lady Sonia pulled my sleeve as she rushed us toward the end of the corridor. Red faced she looked back at me. “Come along…” and then she stopped and looked behind me.
“You’re wrong. She’s in the kitchens.”
Annoyed I said, “What, are you psychic now?”
“No, I saw her. She went that way.”
Now I was angry, “How would you possibly recognize her?”
“I wouldn’t. But she recognized you and she started running, you idiot.” she pointed down the hallway. “Get after her.”
My boots pounded the stone floor of the hallway. She was here. Those hips, those spectacular curves. Just the thought of her thighs, sheathed as I remembered them in black nylon, topped with the short, tight skirt.
Knowing she was in the building and nearby sent my blood pumping. My throat was dry as I ran through the hallway and burst open every door on the way.
“No!” Lady Sonia shouted after me. “Go to the end and tun right!”
As I turned the corner I saw at the far and of that hallway, her fleeting foot vanishing down another turning. Four hundred and fifty rooms, I remembered, and three and a half miles of corridors. I ran faster.
As my feet hammered the floor, I heard the clip of her heels on the stone ahead. When I made the turn, the corridor was a dead end. I stopped.
“Come out.” I shouted. “You can’t escape now.” I used my best voice of royal command. Nothing moved. I thought about it. What I said was a bluff. The doors could all have led to rooms that led to other rooms. She could be a long way away. And commanding her hadn’t worked.
“Come out!” I shouted again. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Nothing. Maybe she really had vanished down a warren of rooms and out of earshot.
Silence. All the noise of clattering silver and crockery had stopped. There was nobody around, but my shouts had obviously found an audience. With difficulty, I waited. Standing my ground.
One more try. “At least come out and tell me to my face that you don’t love me!”
After a few moments, a door cracked open.
My heart banged when I saw her face. Her eyes were moist and her cheeks were red. “Leave me alone.” Her breasts heaved. “Don’t make me lose another job.” I strode to her. She stepped back. I followed. She took another step back. She was backing into the chefs’ kitchen library.
She held up both her hands. Her palms faced me. “Don’t make me lose another job. I can’t afford it.” Her voice trembled and her eyes widened as she backed toward the mahogany reading table, covered in books and scales and glass bowls.
“I searched everywhere for you.” I closed the door. She was still backing away.
“Not anywhere I was.”
“No. Everywhere else, I guess. But now I’ve found you.”
She couldn’t back away any farther. Her gorgeous ass was against the table. She leaned back as I came nearer. “Don’t.” She barely said the word.
“I should have carried you away that night in the club.”
“Maybe. But you didn’t.”
“I wasn’t sure that you wanted it.”
“Now it’s too late.”
“It can’t be.” I roared and sprang to her. Her hands were against my chest. The heat of her body was so close I could feel the contours of her swelling breasts. Her twitching hips.
Her pelvis against mine, my cock lengthened and fattened. Her breath came harder.
My voice lowered. “I am your prince.” Her lips parted. “I need you. I need you to be my princess.”
“It’s too late. I’m engaged to be married.”
“No!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I clasped at my hair. Tugged in it and shouted. “When?”
“Tomorrow.”
I stepped back, reeling. “Do you love him?”
“No. I despise him.”
“Then don’t do it.”
“But I’ve promised. But that’s not it. I have to marry him.”
“Why? For fuck’s sake, why?” I seized her shoulders.
“Because he can destroy my father. He holds debts against my father. Really huge debts. And he’ll do it if I back out.”
“But you don’t love him?”
Her face crumpled in pain. It tore me up inside as the rims of her eyes reddened. “I hate him.”
“Who is he?”
When she told me, I saw the start of a red mist come down. It happened in battle sometimes. It led to a raging fury that some men believed gave them super strength. I knew that it came with super-bad judgement and I’d taught myself to push back. It wasn’t easy when you had no time to think and you needed to act fast.
Doing that in combat seemed hard, but when the thing that made me mad was causing pain to the woman I wanted for my princess, the woman I wanted for my queen, it was nearly an impossible effort of sheer will.
Her eyelids fluttered. I gathered her in my arms and pulled her to me. Careful not to crush her with the emotion that welled and swirled inside me, I kissed her. She held me.
Her body responded like she’d been in need forever. Like I’d found her in captivity. This couldn’t be wrong. I couldn’t lose her again. I had to have her. Even as she tried to pull back, her leg curled around mine. The scent of her made me wild.
A light shone in her eyes like the pleading sparkle of a young deer hunted into a clearing.
I whispered. “It’s going to be alright. You’re mine. You’re going to be my princess.”
Her face was agonized. She turned, trying to go. I held her tight.
Then, miraculously, she pressed back. I held her neck, kissed her throat. I squeezed her breasts. She jumped and squealed, thrilled when I reached into her shirt and cupped her breast. She moaned as I rolled the lengthening bud of her hot nipple and tweaked it with my thumb and finger.
Her wonderful ass ground against me. I will remember her trill squeak as she felt the enormous length of my fat, hard weapon. She rubbed the heavenly cleavage of her soft ass up and down the shaft of my desperate, hungry cock.
While I held and kneaded her breast in one hand, and I whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” softly on a warm breath into her ear, I pulled the length of my urgent snake, unsheathed it from the bondage of my pants.
I knew I would have to keep restraint. I had guessed her secret and I wouldn’t violate that. Not now. I was growing certain that my fate and hers would share that journey, that our lives would ride that road. But now was not the time.
But I had to feel her. Show her. Answer that call from her flower. Answer it with my hot hammer.
I pressed, riding at the tops of her milky thighs, against her mound, along her hot, wet pussy. My eager royal rod jumped when I felt how wet her panties were. How hot. I pushed up to feel the contours of her lips against the underside of my rod.
I sawed my hips and ground against her, through her skirt, teasing against her swelling bean. She dripped as she moaned. I kissed her hard. Deep. Wildly. As I stroked her soft stomach she rocked her hips, rubbing along the length of my cock and gripping it hard against her.
“I’m going to have you. You’re going to be mine,” I told her. “It’s all going to be alright. You’ll be with me. As my princess. My bride.”
Her head shook and her whole body vibrated. Her breaths faltered and jumped. I stroked her mouth with my thumb and she bit it. If there were any doubt, I think that’s the moment when I knew that I was in love.
Her hands grasped at my arms, dragging me closer, then pushed at my chest to keep me away. Then she gripped me ass and pulled me to her. I lifted her to the table. Hitched her skirt high.
“You mustn’t.” she whispered. Almost a breath. When my teeth ripped her tights, the scent of her swirled my head like a drug. I tore her panties aside.
Her voice was almost inaudible. She said, “You mustn’t.” But her fingers clasped in my hair. Her thighs clenched around my ears. Her hips rocked against my wide, flattened, tongue, pushing her petals into my mouth.
I held her ass and pulled her to me, lavished long licks along the length of her lips. My mouth buried into her delta and I suckled on her mound and her hood. Her hips jumped as my lips teased and pulled on her clit.
She held my head as she sat on the edge of the table. Her legs lifted over my shoulders. Hung down my back.
My lips pressed against hers, pressing and opening the thickening softness of her sweet, smooth petals to the laps of my tongue. My pulse beat harder, the more I tasted her. Her tremors on my tongue drove me on as I swirled and probed, higher and deeper.
As she shook and her fingers gripped in my hair, I lifted the length of my tongue harder and higher, stretching high in her folds inside. The tip of my tongue slipped and stroked nearer to her spot but I waited while she trembled. Waited for the next set of waves to start. I was going to time this perfectly for her.
I slid her ass forward to the edge of the table. Raised her thighs on my shoulders. Her heels dug into my back. The quiver in her inner thighs pressed tight against my head as I devoured her dark, tangy-sweet honey. Her body curled around me. She wrapped me in a ball. Then, shaking, with hard, halting breaths, she shook and stretched.
Little gasps and cries burst from her throat. Her hips jerked. Her legs held and squeezed the sides of my head. I curled my tongue, lengthened it far up inside her. And the tip found her spot. Flicking, pressing, trilling and shoving on it, I kept up relentlessly as she twisted.
Shaking she unbuttoned her shirt, unhooked the front of her bra. One hand grabbed at her breasts. The other arm went up, in front of her reddening face. Her eyes squeezed shut. Low gasps and muffled cries came from her lips. Her thighs slacked open and swung shut, slamming my ears.
Her back arced and her neck and chest were red as she groaned and gushed into my mouth.
Her pussy pressed and ground into my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of her ecstatic rocking on my lips and my tongue. She bent over me again. Put her lips to my head. Shouted and clawed in my hair.
I pulled her ass to me and licked, sucked and kissed her from her inner thighs all the way down and back to the cleavage of her ass while she trembled and spasmed.
She climbed off the table and pulled me up by my hair. “What are you doing to me? You can’t do this. Not any of it.”
My face was wet, as wet as the heat between her thighs. “I can do what I fucking like. I’m your Crown Prince.”
“You can’t.” she gasped. “I’m going to be married.”