MY TREASURED DESIRE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Greta Merkel’s Odious Job!

Sir Reinhard Merkel's Mansion.

I cherished the moments of how lovely it was to be in bed with the most eligible bachelor in Asia on the first day together, after 4 years of dreaming and wishing… As if it was a dream, a former crush became a bed mate… Now, gambling is no more the source of “my kick…”

The capable suitor I got is the in-thing, but how will I deal with my falling in the hands of the Mafia in the Casino? My college girlfriends have assured me that they would be the persons to contribute their $50,000= each, to pool funds together and pay the winner of the bet! How did I manage to land in the laps of a guttural voiced International Mafia Boss?

Now, what am I feeling about the Crown Prince? Love? Nay, I need him to help me out in this odious job...

My preoccupation - for now - is not "love". I only love the s*x acts: Yeah, I should… He’s so handsome, generous, and good in bed. He is any lady’s desire! I must find a way to see “my fiancé” again… I need his d**k: It is a part of the second part of the job… But that is enough for me to marry him: What else is in mutual affections?! Sex... And I will call him right away.

"Oh, mein Telefon hat getlingelt" (My phone has been ringing, I said in my paternal tongue) Who calls when I need to use my phone...?

“Hallo, Vielen Dank für den Anruf,” I deliberately spoke the German language. Then, I interpreted the second part of my statement “Thank you for calling.” I added politely: “May I know who this kind caller is, please?”

The guttural voice on the other side of my receiver began his reply with the first and the last sentences in the German Language, (the first) meaning: ‘Not to worry, I understand your language’ – and I opened my mouth to take in the surprise:

“Keine angst, ich verstehe deine sprache! It is high time you brought the package. You have less than 12hours. Your fiancé would assuredly be in the office, alone, free and relaxed between 10.00 Hours and 12.00 Hours tomorrow. The Secretary would leave the Office at 9:15 am and 12 Noon. Mark my words… You might need to make love to him to be able to take away the letter immediately he enters his office bathroom… Leave before the Secretary arrives… A Black Bentley would wait for you at the Queen’s Bend, Marina… in front of the entrance to Hotel Marina between 10:00 Hrs and 12:00 Hours… No avenue for failure. Hast du irgendwelche informationen für mich? (Do you have any information for me)?”

“Big Boss, this number could not be reached, as it was hidden. How could I reach you in case I need help on the mission?”

“Fret Not, Ms. G… only await a beep for your $500,000 in your account immediately you deliver. Any smart move, your video gets leaked… And we cannot guarantee your life when you become foolish! …Eins wort ist genug für die welsen - Good Luck!”

“Ummm.” Beep… Beep… Beep!

“The fu*kin’ bast*rd disconnected the call. I am now on my own. Sh*t!” What should I do now? The big boss just warned me that a word is enough for the wise! I think I must call Reynold as I had planned. But my phone rang immediately… Another Hidden Number: "That must be those Mafia guys," I thought. Still, I received the call... Oh, I felt so much peace as I found out that this voice on the receiver was Reynold’s voice, so I chose to flatter him. “How is the ‘Prince’ of my life who stole my heart away?”

“Hallo, Fräulein Deutschland,” the voice replied, with a weak German accent.

“Thank you for your attention to me on that day of love,” I responded.

“How are you, Greta? Are you planning to come and see me? Should I send a driver to pick you up? Where would you be?” He asked with a tinge of expectation.

“I will tell my dad that I will pass the night with you in the Palace. Pick me from Home. Would that be alright, My Prince?”

“The Cars will arrive in two hours,” The Phone got disconnected.

I did not need a change of clothes when I visit Reynold. He had assured me that I already have my wardrobe of classy negligees and women’s things in his home. I freshened up and took my time to look and smell “really” good! My maid came to inform me that three Rolls Royce limousine cars, with Four Stars at each of the plate numbers, have entered the vast compound of the Reinhard Merkel Mansion. I rose, therefore, to inform my dad that I was going to the Palace to attend a meeting alongside my fiancé. He put a call across to Reynold to confirm… He later asked me to go with the Convoy.

***

The Imperial Palace, Lagos, Achaia.

In fifty-five minutes, we were in the Palace. I was taken around the palace without any introduction to anyone in particular… The ‘Prince’ said that formal introductions are only made when the Engagement for Marriage had been concluded… I had not even met the King yet. He was only friends with my dad. Soon, my host and I were together alone in a magnificent suite; the room was designed with a golden theme… So beautiful to the sight. I noticed that sweet, soft music, which started filling the room immediately we settled in… It is no wonder, so, I quickly dashed forward to the wardrobes, which I identified by the life-sized Victorian Mirror attached to it. He further said, “…to the right-hand side of the mirror, please, Greta,”

What I saw in that wardrobe was simply marvellous! It will blow the mind of the wealthiest Queen… Sexy nightgowns of high grades and varying colours, ball dresses, designer wear, shoes, pieces of jewellery… My size, of course… I thought my family was rich, but this is real splendour! “WOW! Are these mine, My Prince?”

The ‘Prince’ replied with a smile, “If you would take me to the Erotic Island tonight.”

“Just tonight? Then, what happens to ‘forever’, My Charming Prince?” I asked as if reminding him that we are espoused to be married. The ‘Prince’ must choose a Princess or one of the daughters of the nobles of the land or Royalty from respected nations! Those are archaic rules, today… But Sir Reinhard Merkel has already convinced his friend, the King, to broker her business-based union with the King’s Son – and I like it. My father was trading his spoilt, gambler daughter for the prince of the land… for endless business and family prosperity. How smart? The prince’s voice broke into my distractions…

“Let us conclude about that after this night’s show,” he said with a smile.

In my mind, I think it does not sound like Reynold… He had told her that he would not make love with her for a while until he had “done something about the gambling habit” - that I had to bear with him… So, why is he demanding my s****l company now, as if he had been so starved? So, I asked: “Are you sure you do not have a twin brother. You don’t sound like Reynold… Even when I had been with him only for a moment!”

He laughed and said: “Not from my parents, but I have one from my dad’s elder brother…”

I took that as a joke, moved closer to him as I started a slow, sensual stripping off my clothes, and I said: “When I finish with you tonight, you will change your mind on what you said last time.” He ignored my word and fixed his gaze on my swinging body. I noticed that he was already naked under the expensive, pure, white duvet on the giant bed, for I could see his d**k rising and lifting the soft quilt filled with synthetic fibre that was used instead of an upper sheet and blankets, as his d**k twitched.

My blonde hair was so well dressed by my stylist, and its strands moved with the cool breeze from one side of the magnificent suite… I had removed my adorable white frock that had covered what would make men to start longing to have me as soon as they see my lovely stature… I now have a short golden body hug, that was barely covering my butts. I slowly lifted the golden dress and allowed my full, pointed boobs to jiggle free. I still had my golden, G-string panty on when I moved near him. I removed the duvet covering his nakedness… How beautiful can a man be… The six-packs of chest and torso muscles… but there was a scar… I had not noticed that at the last time we made love. I caressed it before eyeing that seriously twitching manhood. He even looked as if he had grown an inch longer… WOW.

I held his d**k gently but firmly and gave him a kiss there… he was so warm. It made him sensually touch my boobs to send a sensation to my brain. So, I moved his hands away from my boobs and continued kissing his d**k. I later started teasing his cap with my tongue. He moaned, then, I sucked the long cucumber until it almost touched my throat. I started moving my head up and down, tightening my lips and sucking him well whenever I get to the upper shaft, near his d**k’s cap… I noticed that he was just making efforts to control himself, so I lifted my head… I was seriously wet, and I don’t want him to c*m yet.

I stretched on his full body and held on tight to his scenting body. But his hands performed some magic on my butts, the middle of my backline and body that I shivered. He picked me up so easily and sat me up in a way that his d**k sneaked into my slippery love zone. I caught a cold, but made my love zone swallow up his d**k… My brain twirled a bit as I straightened my back to receive him inside my hot p***y… It was not like this at our first meeting. So different - but could not be compared - for the two shows were unique. He began to work the same magic on my very youthful boobs, and I had to respond to the emotions by moving up and down tightening my p***y to get him moaning. I f*cked him harder and harder until our bodies started quivering together… He was in such a mood, so I started twerking and moving the muscles of my love zone to get him crazy. I moved rhythmically on him, and he grabbed me passionately and kissed me… I turned it into a serious French kiss… My orgasm, O Gosh! Then, he started making some deep moaning and dipping his fat, long ‘thing’ deeper into my p***y… till I could not control my head. My nails stuck to his body as I screamed, but no one could save me… “Marry me now, will you?” I whispered sharply, without thinking, as I allowed myself to c*m…

“I don’t care about… anything, but the way… you are f*cking me!” He replied as he shot his white milk of life inside of me. My p***y must have drained each drop of his sperm! The digital watch by the bedpost shows we were 55 minutes done. So, we relaxed a bit… while he pressed a bell.

A knock came on the door, and I covered us with a quilt… He took a remote control and pointed it at the door to let in a very beautiful maid… She brought milk and some light aphrodisiac meal and fruits, decorating her trolley with it, and rolling the delicacies to the foot of our bed without speaking a word… The Prince used the remote control to lock the door as the maid swung her hips as if she was sending a message to him that she was available… I almost got jealous!

I served him a big glass of milk and asked if he would also like to eat. He shook his head to say ‘No’… I chose to take fruits while admiring the handsome Prince beside me. For the first time, I noticed his eyes… green and beautiful… Then, something struck me… I never saw his eyes last time!

Thirty minutes later curiosity brought a question: “Do you use a contact lens, My Prince?”

He smiled and said: “Maybe you are not looking well enough.” Then, he lifted me up and fondly carried me in his arms… He moved into the bathroom with me and fixed the jacuzzi before caringly putting me down. I smiled, and thought: ‘What a crazy guy… He is always the same. But I was having a doubt – How could an emperor be so unconventional.’ Then, he joined me in the jacuzzi, and he started another romance of washing me up. I washed him too and his p*nis had become so hard. He changed the water until we were sparkling clean. He made love to me right in the tub! It was another unforgettable experience. He was so, so good! We fondly washed one another again!

I curled myself on his chest, as he carried me in his arms, and told him that we have a bit to discuss, and he said in a different voice: “I know!” I quickly looked at his eyes again, and he smiled.

We moved nakedly to the bed and entered the duvet. I broke the silence:

“Will you still like me again if I expose what had been going on with me?”

“About your gambling?” He asked without any emotion.

“Yes…” I told him about everything that happened from the day he came to meet me at my Father’s House till I came with him to this place… And he simply replied:

“And the Casino Cartel will now give you how much, for you to bring the Espionage File to the Hotel Marina tomorrow?” He asked with a straight face.

And I answered: “$ 500,000=” …before I realized that I never knew who or what Casino Cartel is, neither did I report to him about the Espionage File nor where I should send it to…

“Don’t worry your beautiful head… I would not allow a future member of the Royal Family to go unprotected. We are not going to allow them to put your life in danger… Tomorrow morning, we shall go to the office, and you will do what they wanted.”

I sprang up from the bed: I was totally disturbed by the unfolding scenario… Am I a stooge being used for an experiment by the Imperial Government of Achaia? I was getting worked up. I thought I was the one “using” the future emperor to make some fast cash. But, what now? Then, I voiced it out with concern: “What is going on?”

“Lay your head peacefully on my chest, Greta,” he said with a surprising assurance, and continued, stroking my blonde hair romantically: “Your gambling spirit got you into this mess… Or will you blame us for protecting you? If I were you, I will hate gambling from this moment, and take life a little bit more seriously.” That statement got me arrested, miraculously. I felt really ashamed of myself as I apologized, holding him warm and tight while shedding tears… then, I heard him say: “Relax, I had promised that I will give you everything in that wardrobe if you make love to me tonight… I will keep my word.”

I felt that something was wrong with that statement. But I remembered that he promised to conclude the matter after tonight’s lovemaking if that is what he really meant! I concluded in my heart to satisfy him so well so that I won’t have to lose him. So, I said: “Are you so hard and we are still talking? You have saved my life and I am yours… What do you think, Hero?”

“So, quit talking and…” I plugged my lips on his own, cutting off his sentence and caused a kind of kiss that gave me a kind of emotion that made me so wet and sexy. He responded immediately and rolled himself on top of me after about 10 minutes of amorous romance that loosened the two of us into a season of ecstasy… He inserted his hands into my ready p***y and went gently for my c******s for few minutes, and slowly – like an eternity – inserted himself inside of me… “Oh, so desirable – the sensation… of being so warm… inside your smooth, slick and wet depth… Flesh to flesh…”

I put a finger on his lips as I whispered: “You are …already doing the job. My heart keeps skipping a bit… at each of your… deep thrusts. Love me… deeper, Honey!” He fondled my breast and kept me quiet by intuition. We were so much into lovemaking… This is hearty s*x… We were either moaning or screaming. He would marry me for this! At 3 o'clock in the morning, we both came… together. Thank God for the bullet-proof and soundproof room, or the whole palace would have heard about us tonight.