CHAPTER TWELVE: Rebecca

Nick looked up at me with his big brown, puppy dog eyes. “What do you mean, does it have to be in that order?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say.

“I mean, for all practical purposes you’ve already kidnapped me,” I said, shrugging with my hands in the air. “I can’t go anywhere. The weather is holding me hostage, so technically we can call it a kidnapping. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He nodded and licked his lips. “Yes, I suppose that does qualify, technically.”

“So the question becomes, do we have to get married first or can we practice making babies now?”

I know, I couldn’t believe I said it either. I followed it up with this. “I have to be honest, our highness, I’m on the pill, so the chance of getting pregnant the first time would be a miracle. But I’m willing to try if you are.”

We both blinked at my words, as if our brains were mutually processing their meaning. It wasn’t an hour before that I was thinking that it would take a miracle to make me leave this place behind. Maybe Nick was right. Maybe this was fate.

“I believe tradition allows for some flexibility,” he said, getting to his feet and coming around the table. “We can practice making babies, then get married when we get to Kosnovia.”

I swallowed the lump that had been building in my throat. Get married. Move to Kosnovia. I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to commit to anything more than a night of passion, but the moisture that was seeping from between my legs was not going to let me back down now. Besides, I wasn’t entirely convinced that anything Nick said was true. Maybe it was just the best come-on line I’d ever heard. I’d worry about that in the morning. Tonight, we would pretend to make royal babies.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” I said.

“As you wish,” he said, offering his hand to me.

“In that case,” I said, putting my hand in his. “Consider me kidnapped.” He pulled me out of the chair and into his arms. “What happens next?”

“Next,” he said, brushing my lips with his. “I tie you up.”

* * *

I can’t tell you why, but I found myself completely trusting Nick as he pushed the robe off my shoulders and pressed his lips to my bare shoulder.

He moaned when he found that I was naked under the robe. He held me at arm’s length and took me in with his eyes. My lips longed to be kissed. My bulbous tits and hard nipples longed for his touch. My cunt ached to feel his fingers, his tongue, his long cock.

“You are beautiful,” he said, pushing me back onto the bed. His suitcase was on the floor. He unzipped it and reached inside. His hand came out holding four silk ties.

“Give me your hand,” he said. He looped one of the ties around the corner bed post and tied the other end around my wrist. With another tie, he bound my other wrist, then each of my ankles. I lay on the bed spread eagle, bound at the four corners by the silk ties.

“Now what?” I asked, watching as he went to the foot of the bed to gaze down at me. He tugged the shirt over his head and pushed the sweatpants down his long legs. His cock sprang forth, already stiff and hard and glistening at the tip.

“Now, I make you mine,” he said. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to slowly slide his hand back and forth. “I’m going fuck you long and hard with my royal cock, do you understand?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop. Do you understand?”

I felt the juices flowing from my pussy as I watched his hand slide back and forth over the shaft. The whole thing was so surreal. I heard my voice, but it was almost like it wasn’t coming from me.

“Yes, my prince, fuck me long and hard with your royal cock. Fuck me until I scream for you to stop.”

“I’m going to stick my cock into your pussy and into your mouth. I command you to take every drop from me. Do you understand?”

“Yes… every drop…”

My voice was barely a whisper now. I glanced down at my nipples. They were hard and long, aching to be kissed and touched. My eyes were drawn back to Nick’s hand on his cock. Each time the hand would squeeze from base to head, drops of love juice seeped from the tip. I couldn’t wait to taste them on my tongue.

“I want to suck your cock,” I sighed, licking my lips. “Please, my prince, I want you in my mouth.”

“As you wish, my princess,” Nick said with a smile. He climbed onto the bed so that his knees were on either side of me and his balls dangled above my tits. His cock curved out from his blonde pubes like a thick snake ready to strike. The tip glistened with his juices.

Nick reached around behind him and started twisting my nipples. The pain felt so good it made me moan.

“Suck my royal cock,” he said, leering down at me. I raised my head off the pillow and teased the tip with my tongue. His juices were warm and salty. I stuck out my tongue and he rested the head of his cock on it. I swirled my tongue around the underside of the head. Nick twitched and moaned.

I leaned my head forward and opened my mouth. Nick slid the head of his cock into my mouth. My lips closed around it. My tongue teased the tip as my lips slid back and forth over the shaft, taking him in an inch at a time until I felt the tip reach the back of my throat.

“That feels amazing,” he said. His right hand reached back and found my hot pussy, drenched in juice and ready to be fucked. He slid two fingers into my hole to wet them, then rubbed the juices around my clit until I felt like I was on fire. I moaned with his cock in my mouth.

Nick pulled his cock from my lips and moved down my body until his cock was between my tits. “I imagined tit-fucking you when I saw you in the kitchen,” he said. “I love your big milky tits.”

He put his hands on the sides of my breasts and pressed them around his cock, then started sliding his cock between my tits.

I leaned my head forward and each time the head of his cock appeared from my cleavage, I gave it a little tease with my tongue.

“God, you’re amazing,” Nick said, sliding his cock back and forth between my tits, leaving a trail of hot juices behind.

“So are you,” I said breathlessly. I wiggled beneath him. “My pussy longs for you, my prince. Please, untie me so I can touch you. And fuck me now.”