Royal Arrangement

XI

Annie

I'm not sure how it's possible, but his words equally excite and terrify me. I can feel my heart racing out of my chest. My face flames and I know I have no other choice. I must obey my royally sadistic Master. With shaky hands I reach behind me and spread myself open. Of course, it's not enough, and another sharp slap falls on the outside of my left hip.

"I am losing my patience." He warns over my squeal of surprise.

Knowing I have no choice, and completely enthralled by that fact, I pull my cheeks farther apart and kiss in a breath as the cold air hits my shamefully displayed lower half. Never have I felt more exposed and I feel blood rush to my face. I'm worried that the heat from my embarrassment will melt the comforter.

Daniel chuckles and once again strokes my back. "Good girl." He practically purrs and I find myself keening and leaning into his praising touch like a cat. "That's it, stay just like that."

I instantly know why he placed his hand on my back and it's not to reward me as I once thought. I try to shoot up when I feel his finger applying pressure to my pucker. "Um... Hey! What are you--" I exclaim and whip my head around to see him behind me smirking.

"Relax. It's just my finger." He pushes forward and I instinctively clench all my muscles. His hand comes down on the outside of my hip again and I squeak. "I said, relax."

I try. I really try, but his finger feels impossibly large, even as I know it's small. He breaches the outer ring of my muscle and I suck in a breath. I pray that he stops there, but Daniel's nothing if not persistent. He surges forward and I feel stuffed to the brim. It burns and aches and I find my grip on my cheeks slipping.

He doesn't like that. Daniel pumps his lubed finger in and out a few time, causing me so squeal and cry out. "Hold yourself open." He commands and I find myself doing as he asks.

His finger burns. "Please... Master... it hurts." I whimper.

"It's supposed to, but this is nothing compared to the plug you're about to take. I'm just getting you ready for it." His tone is final and right now Daniel is in every way the stern disciplinarian I fear.

I gulp and my eyes widen. Plug? He's going to put something bigger back there? I don't think I can take it!

I sigh out in relief when he removes his finger but it's short lived when I feel him spreading cool lubricant around my anus. He pushes some of it inside and is sure to coat the walls of my inner passage. His ministrations feel... good. Sinfully good and I find my hips pushing back against his touch.

The pressure builds in my lower body but just as I'm getting into it, he pulls his finger away. I'm shocked to realize I'm mourning the loss. I can't see him, but I can tell he grinning like a damn Cheshire cat.

Bastard.

I suck in a breath and try to shoot up when something colder and much larger presses against my back entrance. "Relax." He instructs again and this time I can't find myself to obey. This object is much wider and harder than his finger. He pushes forward and I whimper. "Easy. Breathe through it. I know you can do it."

His words of encouragement send a warm fuzzy feeling down in my lower belly and I take a deep breath. As I release it, he takes the opportunity to push the plug forward even more. I hiss at the burn as my muscle stretches wider and bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.

He takes my silence as acceptance, and it a way it is, and continues moving the plug further inside me.

"S-Sir... ah... ow..." I moan. It's an intoxicating mixture of forbidden pleasure and pain.

"You're doing so well. I'm proud of you, Little American. It's almost there."

My chest swells with pride. He's right. I can do this. It hurts, but it hurts so good and I feel my p***y dampen and clench. With one final burning push, my muscle stretches around the widest part of the plug and then it seats itself firmly at the flared base. I moan shamefully at the feeling of fullness.

Daniel rubs my back. "You can release your cheeks." I do as he asks and bring my hands under my chin, knowing I'll need to keep them out of the way for whatever comes next.

His hand trails from the base of my spine to the crease where he presses on the base of the plug, making me whimper. He takes it between two fingers and twists, causing me to squirm and grip the comforter tightly between my fists.

Daniel chuckles. "Such a good girl. You're taking this so well." I hear something shuffle and then his hand releases the plug. I sigh in relief. "Stay still. I'm going to give you twenty with the crop."

My eyes widen. "W-wait!" Twenty with a crop? No way. I can't handle that. "S-Sir... I-I don't think--"

"Would you rather I make it forty?"

I shake my head. "No, Sir."

"Then you will take twenty like a good girl and stay silent. You may cry but you may not say a word unless you are directly answering my questions or commands. Understand?"

I nod. "Yes, Sir."

I can do this. I can endure this. It won't be so bad.

"Good. Why am I about to punish you, Little one?" He asks and I can feel him running the crop over the cleft of my bottom.

"Because... Because I was disrespectful."

I yelp when he brings it down right in the center of my left cheek with a resounding whap. The area stings and burns and I have to squeeze the mattress to keep myself from reaching back and rubbing the sore area.

"And?"

"And... I swore."

My correct answer is rewarded by his large palm smoothing away some of the sting. I know Daniel and I know he's admiring the pink mark that I'm sure has already appeared. "Correct. We begin now."

And begin he does. He alternates bringing the evil implement down on each globe of my ass with a loud crack that brings fourth a painful stinging sensation.

I gulp. This hurts far worse than his hand and even his belt and I find myself struggling to remain still, but I know I must. The crop is much like his belt, but every blow is concentrated on a small area. Every time it lands it feels like I'm being set ablaze and stung by a thousand bees all at once. I feel bad for horses. This cruel weapon shouldn't be used on anyone.

I suck my lower lip into my mouth to keep from pleading with him to stop. He said no words. Daniel said I was to keep quiet and I would be stupid to disobey when he's wielding that unpleasant object. I can't keep count, it hurts too much.

I feel tears streaming down my face from the combination of the plug's ache and the stinging lash from the crop and begin to really cry in earnest. I sit there, wringing my fingers through the comforter and sob.

I don't know how many I've taken, but he stops and I hear the crop clatter to the floor. He rubs circles into my back and strokes my hair and face all while telling me how proud he is at me for taking my punishment so well. He leans down and kisses my cheeks. I sigh under his touch and lean against him. My tears stop and I feel the loss of him deep inside me when he walks away to resume standing behind me. I hope he's going to remove the plug but I whip my head around to stare at him when I feel his hardness at the entrance to my p***y.

I see him smirk as he stands over me, like a god. "You took your punishment so well. Now it's time for your reward, wifey."

I'm not sure how much of a reward it is for me when he slams into me. His hips hit my punished flesh and I feel impossibly full with him and the plug inside me. It's a tighter fit and I hiss at the mix of confusing sensations.

He pushes back out only to slam into me again and my mouth opens in shock. I'm still for a moment, not quite sure how I'm supposed to feel. Despite the pain, everything feels good.

His c**k thrusts in and out of me with fervor and every time he stimulates that special spot along my inner walls. His thrusts push the plug deeper inside me and I find myself moaning wantonly. "Oh... God..."

Daniel chuckles. "Not, God. Master, is fine."

He pumps in and out of me without mercy and I don't want any. The sensations are almost overwhelming and push back, desperate for more of him. He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fists. Daniel tugs my head back and leans over, biting his teeth into that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

He lightly nibbles and licks at my neck and I'm sure there's going to be an obvious mark there tomorrow. It's a brand of his ownership and I moan against it.

"f**k. You should see yourself. You look so hot with my marks on your ass, the jeweled plug sticking out between your cheeks as I f**k you." He growls against my neck and I feel the vibration of it deep in my core.

Daniel f***s me with deep, punishing strokes that make me cry out like an animal.

The pressure builds. I'm climbing higher and higher. Everything is too much. "Master... please..." I feel it coming. I'm about to fly apart.

"Come for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."

It's all it takes. I break apart. I shatter into a thousand little pieces and with every stroke of his c**k into my core, I feel him build me back together into his own image. I cry, this time for a different reason. Tears fall from my eyes from the intensity of my orgasm. It's almost painful. He growls again and I feel him spill inside me before we both collapse together on the bed, him still inside me like it's where he's always belonged.

His arms wrap around me and I push myself against him instinctively. I'm so tired. I'm utterly exhausted and I feel my eyes flutter closed. Before I fall asleep, I swear I feel Daniel push my hair away from my face and plant a gentile kiss on the end of my nose, but I can't be sure because I was so out of it.

I feel like a wrung out rag. I'm empty and spent and I can't imagine moving ever again.

I hear Daniel's smooth, even breathing behind me and I know he must feel the same. He still feels hard inside me and the plug keeps me full, but I know in that moment that I wouldn't have it any other way.

I also know that as I'm laying in the embrace of this man that I should feel nothing but hatred for, I feel safe, cherished, and even loved.

I also know that's a dangerous thought to have.

~~~

Daniel

I wake some time in the morning, surrounded by the warmth of my wife whom I f****d so much that she completely passed out from exhaustion around two in the morning last night. I pull her close to my chest and she sighs in content but doesn't stir. I know she must be tired. I put her through a lot.

It was our wedding night after all.

And damn, what a wedding night it was.

Annie still bares the marks from my crop and the sapphire butt plug I bought especially to match her eyes still winks at me from between her reddened cheeks. I knew it would fit her perfectly, gold and outfitted with a real sapphire, it looks perfect sitting where it belongs inside her ass.

My c**k twitches. He wants to be inside her ass.

Soon. In due time. Annie isn't ready for that yet. I bought different sized plugs to prepare her to eventually take my c**k in her tight little ass. It's something I've been dreaming about since I first saw her when she barged in on me after my shower. It feels so long ago. It's amazing to realize that it was nothing but a week ago.

It seems like I've known My Little American forever.

I plant a kiss on her naked shoulder and rise from the bed. I don't want to, but I have things I must attend to. I quickly jump into the shower, regretfully washing her scent from my body, and go into my closet to dress myself in a plain white dress shirt and dark slacks. I comb my hair and scribble a quick note on a notepad to leave Annie in case she wakes before I come back and step out of our suite.

I greet the two guards at the end of the hall. I'm a little agitated to realize that they were so close to us but decide not to bring it up. I walk by them and give a small nod of acknowledgement. They bow and nod once as protocol says and I make my way to the large dining room where Annie and are soon to be expected to eat all of our meals alongside my family and the rest of the nobles. It's something I'm not looking forward to, but I've got no choice around it. It's tradition and something that must be done.

Before going to sit at the table I flag down one of the servers heading to the kitchen. "Please send a full breakfast tray to my wife in our suite. She wishes to sleep in this morning."

The male server blushes, an action I do not appreciate because it means he's imagining my wife doing scandalous things, and nods. "Yes, Your Highness." Before I can reprimand him he darts away into the kitchen. He must've seen my clenched jaw and bolted.

Smart man.

I make my way to seat beside my father on the right, my mother on the left of his place at the head, and take a seat. I fold the napkin over my lap, fully aware that everyone's watching my every move.

My mother smiles warmly. "Good morning."

I nod and return her sentiment. "Good morning, Mother."

"Where's Princess Annie, Your Highness?" I turn my head and hold back a full blown scowl at Lord Morburn. He's smiling at me, but I can tell it's fake. I don't like him and it's not just because he's obviously after my wife.

I smile at that. My wife. I like it, way too much. I never wanted a wife, but now I actually find myself taking a liking to calling Annie my wife.

I clear my throat and take a small sip of my water before turning toward the man who seems like snake. "My wife is resting. She had a long night, as you can all understand."

Various quiet laughter erupts around the table as we all dig in. The questions become few and far between and instead we all fall into polite conversation about everyone's plans. Now that the wedding is over, the nobles have no need to stay in the palace. Over the next few days, they'll head back to their respective homes and estates.

I can't wait.

Morburn coughs and sputters on his water before composing himself. "Well, no bother, I'm sure we'll see more of each other. Being bereft of her company this morning is a loss, but it isn't too great."

I can't help but narrow my eyes. "What do you mean?"

He doesn't get the chance to answer because my father clinks his fork against his glass. Immediately, the hall falls silent. All eyes turn to my father in anticipation of his words. "In light of recent events, I feel it is time for the inevitable." He grabs my mother's hand and gives it a squeeze. "I am not getting any younger. In fact, it is just the opposite. I love this country like it's one of my own children, but I'm afraid it's almost time for me to step down as Monarch of Verilia."

My eyes widen, alongside everyone else's at the table. All but my mother, who stares at me with a subtle smile on her face. What? Is he going to pass on The Crown to me? Just like that? Am I finally going to get what I want?

An image of Annie's face flashes in my mind but I push it away.

"I have immensely enjoyed ruling this prospering country, but I know now it will soon be time for a change. My sons, in their own ways, are both fit for The Crown."

Notice he doesn't mention my youngest brother, Stephan. He's been off, much like I was, touring the world. He's got the life: A different girl every night, a new country every morning. Last I heard, he was in Spain. He's living the life I always thought I wanted.

I picture Annie again. Now, I'm not so sure.

The Crown doesn't speak of him. Stephan's the prince on the run. My father's been looking for him for years but to no avail. He clearly wants to stay gone. Fine with me. Less competition.

But Michael, he's going to be a challenge with his little Verilian wife and rosy-cheeked children. He's the perfect choice, but he's younger than me and by law, not the rightful heir.

I am.

"Both of my sons would both make great kings in turn. They both have their strengths and flaws. I am announcing today, that I'm starting the process of choosing my successor."

With that, he is done with his speech. My father is starting the process. This means that he's beginning the month long procession of events that lead to him choosing the next king.

I'm anxious and I know I should be. These next few months have to be perfect. Annie and I must put our best face forward to the public and to my father. We have to sell, not only that we're in love, but that we're both meant to rule Verilia.

Michael has a leg up on me. He's been married and 'stable' longer and already has multiple heirs.

I really need to get Annie pregnant. The media loves one thing more than a royal wedding: A royal baby.

"Daniel, may I have a word with you after breakfast?" My mother asks after the background conversations resume. Everyone is giddy and excited to find out who the new king is going to be.

I nod and smile at her. "Of course, Mother."

Breakfast passes smoothly. A few nobles ask me how Annie is adjusting, being a new princess, and my wife. Most of the questions are about Annie and that swells my chest with pride. Everyone loves her, just like I knew they would. They've taken to her faster than I thought, though.

After the meal, the royals are dismissed first. The King leads followed by The Queen, me, Michael, and finally his family. I follow my mother to an empty sitting room and wait for her to take a seat before I do the same. She crosses her legs elegantly at the ankles and I make a mental note to teach Annie that little trick. As always, her posture is perfect and she sits straight up in her seat. "Daniel, how are things?" She asks in her soft but powerful voice.

My mother is the poster for the ideal Royal woman.

I nod in acknowledgement of her question. "Things are going well."

She brushes something off her blue skirt and folds her hands gracefully in her lap. "I'm glad. Don't go scaring that girl away. I like her."

I can't help but grin. My mother has no idea. "Don't worry, Mother, I can assure you she's perfectly happy. I check my watch on my wrist: Eight o'clock in the morning. "In fact, my wife should still be blissfully asleep as we speak."

She smiles warmly. "I don't know how you did it, Lord I hope it was legal, but she's a gem. The country has already taken to her, and as have your father and I. You have chosen wisely."

I shake my head and chuckle. "Don't worry, it was all legal." Sort of. "Annie and I are very much in love."

My mother scoffs. "I am not an i***t. We have a conversation about you getting a wife and then the next day you're engaged?" She raises a brow. I open my mouth to respond but she holds up her hand, silencing me. "I don't care how it happened. All I know is that she's a lovable character and I can see you're happy with her."

I pause for a moment. She's right. I am happy. Annie makes me happy. I nod. "I am."

My mother smiles warmly. "Good. Keep her around and don't mess this up."

We talk a little longer about different things from the crown to the other nobles. The topic of Lord Morburn comes up and she narrows her eyes. "Keep an eye out for that Morburn fellow. I don't trust him."

My sentiments exactly. I'm glad it isn't just me who feels this way. I know that he's been acting strange around Annie and he's clearly after something. "I know, don't worry."

She stands up, dismissing me, and leans up to wrap her arms around my neck. "I'm so proud of you, son. There are good things coming in your future."

I leave the sitting room. I have another thing on my mind. I walk up to two of the best guards who are my personal assigned detail. "I'm heading into town to pick up something. I'm taking my own car so follow behind me."

They nod. "Yes, Your Highness."

I get into my sportscar and head into town. I drive past shops and little storefronts until I make it to where I'm going. I spent time last night looking up the best places and this was the one that stood out the most. It's a little family owned pet store. I know they just had a litter become available so I know they're going to have what I want. I adjust my hat and sunglasses before getting out of my car and pocketing my phone. I walk up to the store with the two guards behind me and open it. The store is small and the sounds of barks and yips fills my ears. I scan the store before taking off my sunglasses and placing them in the pocket of my shirt.

A teenage girl sits at the desk, chewing on a piece of pink bubble gum and reading a magazine with the picture of Annie and I on the front from our trip downtown. I smile at that and walk up to the counter. I clear my throat and the teen's eyes widen in shock.

"Good morning. I'm looking for a puppy for my wife."

She stutters out noises that I think are supposed to be words before turning to the back. "Mom! Dad! Get out here!"

A plump middle aged couple emerge from curtains from the back and freeze when they see me. "I- Your Highness." The man struggles to bow.

I raise my hand a chuckle. "None of that. It's lovely to meet you, I'm looking for a puppy for my wife and I heard you had the best in Verilia."

The woman nods and steps forward before walking over to a few cages. "That's so sweet! Isn't that the sweetest, honey?" She's recovered first and shoots her husband a look. "Do you have a certain breed in mind?" She beams at me warmly.

I've been smiling a lot today and I find I can't stop myself from smiling back at her. "As a matter of fact, my wife has a soft spot for corgis."

She chuckles. "Of course. This way, Your Highness." She leads me to a pen near the window where six pairs of eyes stare up at me.

"These are all the little ones we have. They're very friendly and would all make excellent pets. This is Molly's third litter and they're all healthy with proof of shots." She leans down and pets one on it's furry head. It yips and licks her fingers. He picks the little dog up and holds it in her arm. It attacks her face with little licks and nibbles. The woman laughs again and pulls it away from her face. "As you can see, they're very lovable."

She practically pushes the puppy into my arms and it proceeds to attack my face. "This one's Baxter. He's very friendly."

I hold Baxter away from my face and he stares back at me with dark eyes filled with playfulness. His light brown fur is so fluffy, he just looks like a giant shapeless ball. Baxter sticks his pink tongue out and strives to lick me and I know that he's the one I'm going to take home to Annie.

I turn to the woman. "This one. I want this one."

She cheers and claps her hands together. "Wonderful! May I just say congratulations on your wedding! Her Royal Highness is going to love him."

Still looking at the puppy, I smile and nod. "Thank you. She is."

Time to go wake up my wife.