Royal Arrangement

IV

Annie

When we’re out of earshot I snatch my wrist from his grasp. “What’s your problem?”

He narrows his eyes, about to argue or tell me to keep my voice down, but he doesn’t. Instead, Daniel grabs my wrist again and shoves me into his chest before turning around and slamming my back against the wall. He leans down and captures my mouth with his own violently. His arms cage me on either side, trapping me as his lips ravage my own. ”Mine,” he growls. His lips move roughly against my own and he bites down against my lower lip. “You’re mine.” I can’t help the moan that escaped. I also can’t help that much to my dismay, my lips begin to move against his, matching his rhythm. Just as suddenly as he began, Daniel pulls his mouth away.

He stares down at me with lust and hunger in his eyes. His arms on either side of my head keep me firmly in place against the wall. I absentmindedly bring my hand up to my lips and stare up at him with what I assume must have been wide eyes. ”What the f**k?" I whisper to myself. The swear comes out of my mouth so fast that I barely register it until it’s too late. My eyes widen even more.

I had just broken a rule.

Daniel’s eyes darken as he stares down at me.

I bite my lip and shrink away from him, looking for an escape but his arms keep my pinned in place against the wall. “I... I’m sorry Daniel. I didn’t mean... I was just shocked...” My voice is smaller and more nervous than I would’ve liked. Then I find my confidence as rage surges through me. What right does he have to kiss me like that? This isn’t real and we aren’t pretending for an audience. He’s toying with me and I don’t like it. ”What the hell? Why did you do that?”

He still looks angry and he smiles darkly. I shiver. “Can’t I kiss my fiance?” He raises a brow as he stares down at me.

My nostrils flare and I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not your fiance!” I hiss quietly, making sure no one can hear me. He narrows his eyes and I narrow mine in response. “What crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been acting pissed off all night.”

Rules be damned. I’m pissed and I figure I already broke one already so why care?

He leans in closer until his lips are just inches from mine and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me again. “We will continue this conversation back in the suite.” With that, he wraps his arm around my waist and leads me down the hall. Whenever we pass nobles on the way he would pull me closer. Sometimes he would plant a kiss on my head or say something stupidly sweet like “I love you, baby” or “you’re my one and only”. When he said those things to me, even though I knew it wasn’t real, my heart fluttered in my chest. Damn him. These words weren’t real, he didn’t mean them, and I hated that a part of me secretly wished that he meant what he said. It was a small part, and the larger, more aware part of me knew that he was a sadistic asshole who was currently pissed at me.

I’ll admit that I crossed a line. Maybe provoking him wasn’t such a good idea. I’ve seen what happens when I make him angry. I’ve also seen what it does to my body. Everything he does confuses me. He’s infuriating and annoying and I need to keep reminding myself of that because if I don’t, I’ll be in trouble.

We make it to the suite. Daniel ushers me inside before telling the maid services and attendants to leave us be and that he doesn’t want to be disturbed. My heart rate quickens as he locks the door. I step back, desperate to put some space between me and the man who acted like a caveman when angry. “Daniel...”

He closes the gap between us and grabs my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He grins darkly. ”What crawled up my ass and died? Your mouth is foul.”

I stand tall and look into his eyes. “Maybe.”

"What’s my problem?" He repeats my earlier question. I stare at his face. The muscle in his jaw twitches.

“Yeah.”

Daniel reaches up and starts to pull the pins out of my hair. My golden locks, free of the complicated up do, fall in waves over my shoulders. “You’ve been tempting me all night, like a little minx.” He says as he strokes my hair and plays with it between his fingers. “And that foul mouth of yours needs to be trained.”

I straighten my spine and stare intensely into his eyes. “I haven’t been tempting you. I’m playing my part, remember?” I roll my eyes.

Daniel doesn’t answer. He simply smiles. “I seem to remember a certain part of the agreement...” I blush and looked away at the wall to the right, not wanting to meet his eyes. “I also think you look rather uncomfortable in that dress...” I want to slap him across the face or storm out of the room. In fact, I should’ve done that a while ago, but I don’t. It’s completely messed up, but I want him. I want Daniel in every way. And I want this. Instead of mouthing off I simply nod. Daniel releases my chin and steps back. ”Strip."

His command sends shivers down my spine and I obey. I unzip the dress and let it fall to the ground, the blue silk pooling at my feet like waves in the ocean. I’m almost naked, standing before Daniel in only my black panty and bra set. My face and neck reddens in embarrassment. He raises a brow and I shakily reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. My larger breasts spring free and the bra falls to the floor. I hear Daniel suck in a breath and then I slowly inch my panties down my legs until they join the rest of my discarded clothing. I’m not trying to be a tease, my movements were just slow and unsure, but if that’s what it looked like to him then fine by me.

I let out a little shriek as Daniel grabs me by the waist and lifts me up on to the counter. I shiver when my bare ass makes contact with the cold marble and blush at the memory of signing the contract on this very counter. “Daniel, what are you—” The rest of my sentence catches in my throat as Daniel kneels below me and begins to push my thighs apart ”D-Daniel!"

He looks up at me through his dark lashes and smirks devilishly. “I am going to taste this sweet p***y of yours.” My face flames at his words and I struggle to breathe. “And you’re going to hold still, keep these American thighs spread,” He kneads my flesh with his large palms and spreads them wider. “And keep your hands on the counter. Don’t move them, Little American. Do you understand?”

All I could do was meekly nod, embarrassment taking over my emotions. The Prince is kneeling on the kitchen tiles, his head between my legs and he’s about to—oh god! I can’t help the loud moan that bursts from the back of my throat as I feel Daniel’s tongue lightly brush my c**t. He pulls away, his face still in between my thighs. The stubble on his chin brushes against me and I shiver. “Shh.. quiet, princess.”

I bite down on my lower lip and nod. He grins at my reaction and slowly runs his tongue from my c**t down to my opening and I bite into my lip harder to avoid crying out in a mixture of frustration and ecstasy. My knuckles turn white as I struggle to keep my hands on the edge of the counter as he instructed. I inwardly groan when his strokes become faster and more forceful. Like a starving man he laps at my juices and I feel myself climbing higher and higher. His mouth finds my little bud once more and he begins to suck on it. I curl my toes and swing my head back, about to go over the edge in a silent scream when he pulls his mouth away.

I look down at him with an expression I can only describe as pure need. “Please,” I beg. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. Please stop? Please go on? It doesn’t matter. I want to come. No, I need to come.

Daniel looks up at me and licks his lips. f**k that’s hot. He then smirks at me. I can feel his words vibrate between my legs as he speaks in a smooth voice. “Please what? What do you need, Little American?” He tilts his head to the side in mock confusion. “Tell me. Use your words.”

Oh I hate him. What an ass. What a complete bastard. “Please...” I bite my lip again. “Please m-make me come..” My voice sounds desperate, hungry, lustful even. I’ve never sounded that way.

Daniel licks his lips again and grins, showing his perfect white teeth. “Oh, you will come, little American. But first, I’m going to show you how I’ve felt all night.” With that, he returns his mouth to my mound. His soft tongue swirls my c**t gently, but not enough to get me off. I groan in frustration. Daniel alternates from nibbling softy on my pleasure bud to slowly licking it with only the tip of his tongue. I keep biting my lip in order to keep quiet. My belly feels hot and I feel my climbing orgasm approaching. With each stroke of his tongue, I’m climbing higher and higher, only to crash back down when he stops or deliberately changes his rhythm.

To my shame, I begin to rock my hips, desperate for release, desperate for more of anything. “Daniel...” I moan.

Wait.

This is a punishment.

I desperately remember that he wants me to call him ‘sir’ when I’m being punished. “Please sir...” I feel the waves of my forbidden release approaching and I grip the counter tightly, my thighs beginning to shake with the pleasure and denial. Hopefully by calling him sir, he’ll allow my climax. God, I can’t believe what I’ve been reduced to. ”Please!"

"Are you going to tease me again?" He mumbles, his mouth still on my lower lips.

I rapidly shake my head. I don’t think I was teasing him at all. I was just playing the part, but I don’t care. At this moment, all I want to do is come. I know exactly what he wants to hear. “N-no sir!”

“Then come for me, My Little American. I want to hear you scream.” He continues to lick, and suck, and lap at me until I’m a sweating mess. I can barely think straight, barely form coherent thoughts. And I’m climbing again. Climbing higher and higher until I’m just at the peak of pleasure, ready to explode. I tilt my head back and shatter into a million pieces, my denied orgasm ripping through me. A scream comes out of my throat as the pleasure washes over my in waves. I feel dizzy. Never have I experienced anything like that before.

The pleasure ripping through me is white hot. I see stars when I close my eyes, my grip on the counter loosens. My thoughts are running wild. A thousand miles and hour. I can’t decipher any of them. They’re all bits and pieces of an orgasmic reaction that I don’t even try to put back together. I lean back on the counter and sigh.

When I finally open my eyes. Daniel is staring intensely at me, his eyes full of amusement and hunger. He wipes the moisture from my essence off his lips with the back of his hand and chuckles. As I climb down from my orgasmic high, I realize that it’s this bastard between my thighs that took me there. It’s this sadistic royal ass that ate me like a Christmas Ham and gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m dazed, but slowly coming back to reality. It isn’t a lover who did this to me, it’s my tormentor.

So why do I feel this way? Why do I want nothing more than to kiss his soft lips again, or snuggle up next to him on the couch? This isn’t a fantasy. This is just a man, who’s pretty much a stranger, who forced me into this situation for his own gain. He doesn’t love me and I sure as hell don’t love him.

I smirk to myself as I thought blows through my head.

But I sure as hell love his mouth.

~~~

Daniel

I watch, amused as my little American stares at the ceiling, her lips forming a sexy ‘O’ shape and her thighs lightly shaking as the orgasm rips through her body. I didn’t originally plan to let her find release. I wanted to watch her wriggle and struggle under my tongue as I brought her closer and closer to the edge, but never letting her jump off just as I felt, but in that moment I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted watch her come and I wanted to feel it on my tongue. My c**k stiffens in my pants as I watch her tilt her head back and cry out. It’s so loud, so primal, so f*****g perfect. She’s f*****g perfect.

As she comes down from her high, I notice the wheels in her brain turning. She’s clearly in deep thought, staring at the ceiling, refusing to look at me. Her chest and face are a pretty shade of pink and her breasts rise and fall as she takes deep breaths.

So.

Fucking.

Perfect.

And all mine. Annie is mine to tease, mine to pleasure, mine to punish. I continue to stare at her until she locks eyes with me, her face flushed and panting lightly. I can’t help but laugh quietly. She’s a sight to behold. Just like the feisty little minx she is, Annie slightly narrows her eyes. “Wha... what are you looking at?”

“You.”

She rolls her eyes. A sign of disrespect. I bring my hand down on the flesh of her inner thigh and she gaps. “What was that for!” She demands.

“Disrespect.” I say simply, admiring the pink hand print that my hand left in its wake. I wait for her next action as I rub the spot where my hand made contact. I smirk when there’s no insult or swear hurled in my direction. Good girl.

Annie gasps again as I wrap one arm under knees and the other around her waist and lift her into my chest. “What are you—” she interrupts herself as her eyes lock on to the bed. I feel her heart begin to race and her breathing quicken with need. I toss her on to the bed and she bounces as she hit the mattress with a squeal. f**k. I love that sound. So delicious. I can’t wait to hear what other noises come out of her mouth when I f**k her.

Keeping my eyes on her, I begin to remove my clothes. Her chest rises and falls nervously and her pink n*****s pebble like rocks, hard and ready. I remove my tie and jacket and then start to undo the buttons from my shirt all while my Little American stares up at me with lust and longing. I discard the shirt and move down to my belt. I unbuckle it and slides it from it loops slowly. I double it over in my hand. Annie instinctively moves away from me with wide eyes and I chuckle.

“As much as I’d love to paint your ass red, we aren’t doing that...tonight.” I hear an audible sigh of relief pass through her lips when I let the belt drop to the floor with a clink. ”Tonight, I’m going to f**k you.”

I remove my pants and then my shoes and socks and finally my boxers. My erection springs free and she gasps. I grin and climb on the bed, pinning her beneath me. I need to taste her skin, I need to taste every inch of her. I begin to nibble and lick her sensitive pale neck. She moans and brings her hands up in my hair. I feel my lips quirk into her skin.

“Tsk...tsk... no touching, Little American.” She whimpers in frustration as I gather up her wrists and hold them above her head, leaving her body completely at my mercy. She moans quietly as I start to trail my kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and at the swell of her breasts. She sucks in a breath when I take her right n****e between her teeth and begin to suck and nibble.

She cries out when I bite down harder and I chuckle into her skin. This is what I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on her in my suite. I wanted her naked, writhing and moaning beneath me in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as her body is mine to please, mine to torment, mine to taste. “Daniel...” She moans as I take her greedy pink bud between my lips and suck.

I release her wrists and remove my mouth from her breasts. “Keep these here, don’t move them.” I watch as she grabs the headboard and holds on tightly. “Good girl,” I praise, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Now, if you move them from that spot, I won’t let you come.”

Her blue eyes widen. f**k. I love that color. I honestly think it’s my new favorite color.

I’m lost in the pale ocean of her eyes and claim her mouth with my own, this time, more hungrily. I bite her lip and explore her mouth with my tongue. She moans on my lips and I watch her struggle to keep her hands above her head. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. I long to feel her heat. To hear her scream as I impale her on my length. I find her mound, her desire soaking her thighs, and position myself. I stare down at her. Her blue eyes darken with desire and longing. She needs this as much as I do. I can’t hold back. “I can’t be gentle,” I warn her. “That’s not who I am.”

She nods and her lips part. “I don’t want gentle,” she says on a breath.

Fuck. This woman is perfect. I thrust inside her with one violent motion and she cries out, spreading her legs to feel more of me. Her wet heat squeezes my c**k. She’s so tight, so perfect. Her p***y feels like liquid heaven as I begin to thrust in and out, sheathing myself completely in her heat. She moans and squirms and rises her hips to meet the movement of my own. Her thighs shake and her knuckles are white as she struggles to keep her fingers wrapped around the headboard. I prayed she wouldn’t let go. I want to feel her fall apart on my c**k as I spill my seed into her womb.

I begin to thrust faster, harder, and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, blending with her sweet moans and gasps. She squeezes her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensation. “Keep your eyes open.” I command. I want to see her expression. I want to watch as she found her pleasure. Her blue eyes snap open. They’re dazed, unfocused, swirling in lust and ecstasy.

“Oh god... Daniel.” She moans and writhes, lifting her hips and spreading her legs wider to accommodate my girth. Her arms shake as she struggles to hold on. “I... I can’t..” she pleads, for what, I have no idea.

I thrust up inside her, her tight, wet, heat, opening wider and welcoming my c**k. She feels like heaven. She feels like nothing I’ve felt before. “You will... you will take everything I give you.” I growl.

I push the rough pad of my thumb over her c**t which is now red and swollen with need and begin to rub it hard and fast. Her breathing quickens and she moans loudly. “Oh god! D-Daniel!” I love it when she moans my name. It’s so primal, so raw.

I feel my own release climbing and I begin to rub her c**t harder and faster. I want her to come with me. I want to feel her come on my c**k. Her knuckles are white and her lips are in that sexy ‘O’ shape and I knew she was nearing her orgasm. “Come for me.” At the sound of my command, she breaks apart and screams in ecstasy. I feel the walls of her p***y spasm and trigger my own release. c*m gushes out and bathes her inner walls as her p***y milks my c**k. I thrust inside her once again, wanting her to get every lash drop. She moans, her face flushed as I stare down into those beautiful, dazed, eyes. My c**k twitches as it fills her womb with my seed. When I’m satisfied, I pull out of her and watch as my seed leeks out of her p***y and on to the sheets below.

It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And like a good girl, Annie’s hands still cling tightly to the headboard. I grab them and bring them down to her sides. I shut the light off and curl up behind her, pulling her naked body close to my chest as my half erect c**k pokes into her backside. She tenses, but then relaxes when I brush some of her beautiful blonde hair off her sweat soaked face.

I’m not even tired, I can lay like this forever, just watching the outline of her face. To my surprise, she snuggles into chest. The feeling of her heated skin on my own is like nothing I’d ever felt before. I don’t do this. I don’t let a woman curl up next to me in bed. So why am I not only letting Annie, but welcoming her warmth?

“Daniel?” Her small voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, my Little American?”

She pauses for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “About tonight...” she trails off.

I raise a brow, honestly curious as to what she’s about to see. “What about it?”

I thought t she was going to talk about the s*x we just had. Maybe say something cliche like ‘that was wonderful’ or ‘wow’, but what she says nearly makes me fall off the bed. ”Well... I almost got into a fight with one of the noblewomen.”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from my throat. My Little American never ceases to amaze me. I never expected her to say she almost fought one of the women at the party. “What?”

“Well... she was being a real b***h—Ow!" I bring my hand down against her backside and she gasps. She knows she not supposed to swear. “—I mean... a nasty woman, and she provoked me. Thankfully I walked away.”

I laugh again. ”Thankfully, because getting into a fight with a noblewoman is a punishable offense.” I smooth the flesh on her backside where I just struck it and she tenses up. I can tell she isn’t quite used to my touch, but that will change. “Who was this noblewoman?”

“Her name was Vanessa.” I clench my jaw and stop rubbing her ass. Vanessa. What a b***h. I can’t believe she’s here. Why didn’t my mother tell me? Is that why she asked me how she was doing? Was she trying to gauge my reactions? I hadn’t thought about her in years. Not since she dragged my name through the tabloids. “Daniel? Are you alright?”

“Fine.” I say through gritted teeth, my hand still on her ass, unmoving. Now I’m in a bad mood.

"Are you sure? Because—”

I squeeze the flesh on her ass in a warning. “Drop it, Annie.” I growl. “I mean it.” I’m angry and if she knew what was good for her, then she’d shut her mouth on the subject. But I suspect she wouldn’t. My Little American is curious, and curiosity killed the cat.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t ask. She doesn’t try to pry or pull information out of me and that gets me suspicious. It isn’t in her nature to drop anything. ”Okay... well. You know you can talk to me, right?” She mumbles, almost as if she’s unsure of her words. “I mean, I’m going to be your wife, albeit fake wife, but still.” She turns into me and snuggles into my chest. “You’re a bastard, but we are in this together.” I bring my hand down on her ass again in a resounding slap that echoes throughout the room. She giggles. “It was worth it.” She smirks up at me and I feel a strange constriction in my chest as she looks up at me with those wide blue eyes.

I want to fall asleep staring into her eyes every night, and hold her close to me, listening to the soft sounds she makes in her sleep. I haven’t heard them yet, but I imagine they’re adorable. I pull her close and smile darkly, grabbing her bare ass and squeezing so hard she gasps. “You’re right,” I growl. “I am a bastard, and you’ll do right to remember that.”