I felt like I was still buzzing when I got back to my room. Trip disappeared with his guards back to whatever he had been doing before, and I was left with this strange excitement jolting through me.

I couldn’t believe the way Trip took me like that. He put me up on that wall, high above anything else, and he made me feel incredible. His fingers, his tongue, everything about him jolted through me.

But something bad must have happened for the guards to come and interrupt us like that. I’d never seen them so much as speak out of turn before. Normally they were like invisible presences on the edges of things and never interrupted Trip without a very good reason.

That worried me. Trip was dealing with enough as it was. I didn’t know how he’d feel about adding something else on top of it. I didn’t want to distract him from what was happening in his country, and yet I really hadn’t wanted him to go.

I found a new pair of panties and pulled them on, smiling to myself, before sitting down on the couch with my laptop. I felt like most of my vacation had been spent researching Stehen and Starkland in general online, but I had no other way of learning. It wasn’t like I could just go out into the city on my own, since I didn’t know the language and not everyone spoke English.

I checked news sites but nothing new had cropped up. Whatever had happened wasn’t in the mainstream media yet, or at least in the English-speaking media.

That was frustrating. I crossed my legs and tried not to think too much about Trip’s hands on my body, his lips against my skin.

What the hell was happening to me? The guy was such an arrogant asshole, and yet I found myself wanting him the more I got to know him. He’d made it clear what kind of man he was from the start, or maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly.

A few hours passed that way until finally a new article popped up on Reuters. Apparently there had been another attack in Stehen, this time a shooting in the subway. Two people were confirmed dead so far and many were injured, but the Stehen police had subdued the attacker and taken him into custody before he could do serious damage.

I shook my head, shocked. I couldn’t believe that people who wanted democracy would resort to terrorism and would outright kill civilians. It was absolutely insane.

I got my phone and bit my lip. I typed a text to Trip. “Just read what happened. I’m so sorry. Anything I can do?”

I knew there was nothing really, but it was worth a shot anyway.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, I got a message back. “There is something, actually. Come to my apartment tonight.”

“I can do that.”

“Wear the outfit I just sent to you.”

I cocked my head. “What outfit?”

Just as I sent it, there was a knock at the door. I smiled and stood up. Outside was a box on the ground, just like the first box Trip had sent me.

I brought it inside and took the lid off. Inside was a beautiful dress, tight and simple, a dark green that matched my eyes.

“Got it,” I sent him. “But what about the panties?”

“Just the dress,” he said. “Don’t bother with panties. Come at eight.”

I felt a thrill run through me. “Okay,” I sent back.

The hours slipped by nervously. Around six, I showered and got dressed, admiring myself in the mirror. I had to admit, Trip had great taste, or at least someone who worked for Trip did. The dress complemented my body perfectly and made my eyes look beautiful. There was no tag on the dress, which I suspected meant that it was incredibly expensive. I didn’t want to know, not really.

After nervously pacing and getting ready, eight finally came. I left my room calmly and found a security man waiting for me out in the hall.

“Uh, hi,” I said to him.

“Miss, I’m assigned to protect you,” he said.

“Oh. Okay. What’s your name?”

“George.”

“Well, George, do I really need protecting?”

“Not up to me, miss.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I shouldn’t have been surprised. There were attacks happening in the capital, so I guessed the whole castle was on high alert right now. Trip wasn’t taking any chances, and I couldn’t blame him for that.

“Well, do you know how to get to Trip’s apartments at least?”

He nodded. “This way, miss. The king lives in the west wing.”

I followed George through the hallways. He seemed young but he didn’t smile, just like everyone else. I noticed that Starkish people tended to have dark hair, high cheekbones, and slim builds. Trip looked Starkish, but he was more muscular and taller than the average man. Trip was like the perfect Starkish man, handsome, muscular, tall, and with those incredible cheekbones and that perfect jawline.

I found myself daydreaming about him as we walked through the castle maze, heading back toward the west wing. I recognized certain paintings and statues, and I began to guess that maybe they had all those things out all over the place to help people guide themselves.

Eventually, George led me up to the same door I remembered from before. He stepped and gestured. “The king’s apartments,” he said.

“Thanks, George.”

He nodded and then fell back across the hall and away to a respectful distance.

I knocked on Trip’s door, feeling incredibly nervous suddenly. I had known what it meant when he sent me this dress, and what he wanted when he told me not to wear any panties. I’d obeyed, loving that he was giving me commands, but suddenly I was worried. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, so I had no clue what was expected of me or what was going to happen. He was the king after all. I realized that I wanted to please him, even though he was a total asshole.

Finally, Trip opened the door. He was in his usual outfit, though he looked incredible.

“Perfect,” he said, a big grin breaking across his face.

“What?” I asked, blushing.

“Give me a spin.”

I turned for him, looking over my shoulder.

“Perfect,” he said again. “Fuck, Bryce, that is perfect.”

“Stop,” I said, smiling despite myself. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“Yes,” he said, “but first. George?” he called. “You’re dismissed. Al and the others have a few hours off; you can join them.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” he said, and instantly left.

I laughed. “Is it weird that people actually listen to your commands?”

“Yes and no. You get used to it.” He stared down at me, his eyes full of something hungry. “But when people disobey, it only makes me want to command them that much more.”

I looked away. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

He grinned at me and turned, letting me in. He shut the door behind me.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

He poured two glasses and handed me one. “It’s a local wine,” he said. “We’re known more for beer, but we can make wine, too.”

I sipped it. The wine was thick and delicious. “It’s good.”

“It’s passable. Come.” He led me over to the couches and we sat down. “It’s been one fucking stressful day.”

“I’m sorry about the attacks,” I said.

“They aren’t your fault. Or are you a rebel spy?”

I laughed. “I’d be the greatest spy in the world if that were the case.”

“You have gotten very close to the king.”

“Not by choice.”

“I don’t know,” he said, sitting close to me. “Look at you. That dress is perfect, revealing just enough to entice me.”

“You picked the dress,” I pointed out.

“True,” he acknowledged, “but you’ve also played hard to get so wonderfully. Every time you push me away, it only makes me want you that much more.”

“That’s not by design,” I said, laughing. “I can’t help it if you want me to obey so badly.”

“I do,” he admitted. “Nothing makes me harder than you obeying my commands.”

“What do you want to command me to do?” I asked him, my heart beating fast in my chest.

“Stand,” he said simply.

I stood. He took my glass from my hand and set it down on the end table.

“Turn,” he said.

I turned around, looking over my shoulder at him.

He took my hips and pulled me closer to him. I felt his fingertips trail along my thighs, slowly pulling my dress up.

The fabric slipped over my ass. I bit my lip, looking back at him. He looked up at me, his eyes serious, and he grinned at me as he kissed my skin, his hands firm on my hips.

“What now?” I asked.

He slapped my ass lightly. “I didn’t command you to speak.”

I bit my lip.

“That’s better,” he said. “Spread your legs.”

I listened, spreading them apart.

“Very good,” he murmured. “God, I love this fucking ass.”

I gasped as he spread my legs farther. I felt his fingers press up along my skin and slowly find my dripping wet clit.

“Trip,” I gasped.

“Don’t move,” he said. “And don’t say a word. I just want a little taste.”

I groaned as I felt his tongue begin to explore my pussy from behind. He licked every inch of me, his tongue pressing deep inside my pussy, and I couldn’t believe how dirty he was. Trip didn’t seem to mind one bit as he licked my pussy from behind. His fingers worked my clit as he licked me, and I could barely stand straight.

“Delicious,” he said. “Exactly like I remembered.”

I let out a little whimper and he spun me around. He pulled me down onto him. I straddled his body as he kissed me, my dripping wet pussy pressing against his hard cock. I could feel him straining against his dress slacks, so I reached down and began to stroke his shaft.

The king was big. Very big. I was surprised at first, but I shouldn’t have been. Everything about Trip was big. His personality, his muscles, his castle, it was all huge. And now I got to work his big, thick cock.

I kissed him hard, our tongues working together, and I knew what I wanted. I knew I was finally getting what I needed, after all this time of going back and forth with him. This was what I wanted and what I really needed.

“Now,” he whispered in my ear, “I want you down on your knees in front of me.”

“You’re not my king,” I said. “I won’t kneel for you.”

“Your issues are duly noted,” he said.

I slowly slipped off the couch and knelt down in front of him. I worked his belt open and pulled his slacks off. He was wearing black briefs, and his cock was straining against the tight cotton. I pulled them off too, not wasting any time.

God, the king was so large. I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked him.

He put his hands in my hair and tipped my chin back. He leaned forward and kissed me as I slowly stroked his thick cock.

He released me, and I leaned forward, licking him base to tip. I pressed his cock between my lips and began to suck him hard, instantly loving his taste. He groaned, his hands on my head as I sucked him.

“Fuck, Bryce,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about my cock in your mouth all fucking day. You drive me fucking wild.”

I began to suck him faster, working his thick shaft with my other hand. I tried to take as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, but he was just too big. He groaned, pushing me down.

“Suck that fucking cock,” he commanded. I was dripping wet, wild with need for him. “Now rub your own wet little pussy while you take my cock.”

I obeyed, putting my left hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but it was driving me wild. I began to rub my own soaking wet clit as I sucked his cock and jerked him off with my right hand.

“That’s right. Moan while you suck this fucking cock,” he said. “Moan while you take my big cock into your throat, you dirty fucking girl.”

I worked him, losing myself, going wild. I rubbed my clit as I sucked him faster, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop sucking, because I loved it. I loved that he was commanding me, making me obey. I wanted to obey him, my king and his big cock.

“Yes,” he groaned, pushing me down. “Take my cock into your fucking throat.”

I pressed my fingers inside myself as I took him into my mouth.

He released me, and I gasped, staring up at him, my mouth hanging open.

“Stand,” he ordered.

We stood together and he grabbed me, sweeping me off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but yelp, surprised.

“Trip!” I said.

“No time to waste,” he said, grinning. He carried me like that down the back hallway and kicked open his bedroom door.

His room was simple, just like his main apartment. He threw me down onto the bed, and I giggled as he unbuttoned his shirt. I went to take off my dress, but he shook his head.

“Leave it,” he said. “I went to tear it off you.”

“You can’t. You’ll ruin it.”

“Good. I have plenty of clothes you can wear.”

“Trip,” I said, but it was too late. He’d already pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredibly gorgeous torso.

I stared at his tattoos. “Do kings usually have so much ink?” I asked him.

“No,” he said. “Rarely. But I’m not a normal king.” He got onto the bed and came toward me, pressing me down against the mattress. He took my hands and raised them up above my head, lightly holding them there. “I’m a very special king.”

His free hand went between my legs, his fingers pressing deep inside me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me like that. He held my hands down as he fucked my pussy, and desire flooded my body, insatiable and intense.

He finally released me and opened a drawer on his nightstand. He took out a condom and tore open the wrapper.

I watched him roll it over his thick cock. When he was finished, he took my legs, spreading them wide.

He slowly pressed his cock against me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward and he was inside me.

I kissed him, my hands digging into his hair. He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to his impressive size and thickness. I took him though, loving his thick cock, loving the way he felt deep inside me.

He began to fuck me. He reached down to the hem of my dress and tore it with one fluid motion.

“Trip!” I gasped.

“I told you. I want to tear this dress from your fucking body.” He tore it higher up, making a slit up my side. He pressed it open and his hands found my breasts. He teased my nipples as he continued to fuck me, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, our bodies working and sweating together.

Pleasure rocketed through me. This was what I wanted. Trip was taking me, controlling me. I was his to command for the night, and I was going to do whatever he wanted.

He took my hands and pressed them above my head again, fucking me harder. I took his thick cock deep inside me, letting him slam his impressive cock deep into my soaking pussy. I was so slick and ready for him, I took him so easily, and I could tell I was losing my mind for him.

He pulled back and then grabbed my hips. He pulled me up and turned me effortlessly. He took my hands and put them on the top of the metal headboard and then spread my legs wide. He finished tearing my dress up the side and then pressed his cock deep between my legs.

I moaned, throwing my head back.

“That’s right,” he said. “Take my fucking cock. Are you mine to do whatever I want with?”

“Yes,” I groaned as he slowly fucked my tight pussy from behind.

“There’s nothing I love more than seeing this fucking ass take my thick cock,” he said as he fucked my pussy. I moaned as he finished tearing the dress off my body and tossed it aside.

I had no clue how much money he had just casually tossed aside like that, but it only made me want it more. I bucked my hips back, riding along his thick cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, slamming back inside me, making me take him.

He reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “You want me to fuck you rough, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes, please. Fuck me, Trip. Fuck me. I’m so fucking close.”

His hand reached around my hips and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I gripped the headboard tighter, rocking my hips back against him.

“That’s right. Ride my fucking cock,’ he said. I obeyed, slamming my hips back, feeling him sliding deep in and out.

He slapped my ass hard and I moaned. He slapped it again, and it only made me ride him harder. He grabbed my hips and pushed back. Then he pressed me forward. I took my hands off the headboard as he pressed my face into a pillow. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard, mercilessly and savagely. I took his thick cock, completely out of myself.

“Take your king’s cock,” he commanded.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Your Majesty,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Trip.”

“Tell me I’m your fucking king,” he commanded.

“Trip,” I groaned, bucking back against him, so close, so desperate for him. “You’re my king. Command me. Do what you want with me.”

He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder, and I knew I was going to come. I was moaning with wild abandon, saying his name over and over, telling him that he was my king.

Then the orgasm washed over me. It took me from head to toe like a wave. I could barely control my body as it exploded through me, leaving my toes numb and curling. Trip continued to fuck me, not holding back.

As I came, I heard him grunting his pleasure. His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt him come, his cock coming deep inside my pussy.

Our bodies worked together like that, sweating and intense. I had no clue how much time passed, but I was outside time at that point. Finally, we collapsed side by side on the bed, wet and panting.

“That was perfect,” he said to me. “Fuck, Bryce. You’re perfect.”

I laughed and kissed his lips. “You’re just saying that.”

“No. I mean it. You’re perfect.”

I shook my head, smiling. I felt too good, too calm. I’d never felt this way before, not with anyone else. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms in this bed.

It was right. I had been so afraid of this moment, so afraid of giving myself to him despite wanting it so badly. But this was right, and I couldn’t deny it.

He wasn’t really my king, not exactly. But when I was in his bed, I’d let him command me, because that was exactly what I needed.