Royal Seduction- A Dangerous Affair

03|| The Arrest.

03|| The Arrest.

I WAS TREMBLING, transfixed at the spot with a facial expression like one who had just seen a ghost. The room reeked of s*x and sweat, I stared at them. Zane Hockley, my boyfriend of two years and my fiancé of a year had his p***s in the shithole of my supposed best friend, Brooke Glover.

BDSM? If I can remember vividly, Zane expressed his hatred for those. He repeatedly made known his loathe anytime I suggested to kink up our s*x life. So why this? And this one is so extreme! Thigh slings, ball gags, whips? Again, what the actual f**k?

They hadn’t noticed my presence. No, they were far too engrossed in their pleasure to even notice the sky was falling down.

Moans.

Grunts.

Pleasure shrieks, mostly originating from Brooke. Who the hell screams like a wailing howler monkey during s*x?

Zane and Brooke, when did that even begin? If I remember quite vividly, Brooke has numerously, on so many occasions expressed her dislike for Zane. She has never for once complimented him for anything and always seemed to pick fault in anything he did or does for me. She never stopped encouraging me to break up with him over the slightest mistake. She said we weren’t compatible. She said so many mean things, f**k! I was blind the whole time. I couldn’t see that my best friend was only doing that to push me away from Zane so she could finally get him for herself. I see it now, I see it all clearly now.

She said she hated him! And here she is being painfully whipped all in the name of s*x.

And Zane? My cute little boyfriend who seemed so perfect. Who would’ve thought that he’d be sticking his p***s in places it wasn’t supposed to be. I was stupidly blinded, how could I not have noticed. He must’ve at least showed signs that he fancied her. Or maybe he hid it so damn well.

I sually dragged Brooke along with us on some our couple outings and ended up pitying her ‘thirdwheeling’ with us but now it seems like I was the one third wheeling all the while. Who knows how long this has been going on? The late night drinks with friends I’ve never seen? The suspicious late night texts? The one week ‘self appreciating vacation’ he had to take alone which coincidentally clicked with Brooke’s one week stay at her mother’s boss’ husband's friend’s great grandmother’s vintage hut in Oklahoma?

Oh I see it now. Damn it, I was so dumb.

Zane squeezed his shut eyelids more as he increased the pace of his thrust and the sound of the ass clapping became louder and faster, looks like he was going to orgasm soon. The whole scene have me with goosebumps and chills. It filled me with so much anger.

No doubt, Brooke had entered into cloud shsjdjddjdkdjfj and had sunken deep into whatever pleasure b**m s*x provided, is it the same as Vanilla s*x? I don’t really know.

Oh? Seems like she had suddenly awoken her byakugan as her eyeballs rolled back in ecstasy and she emitted her howler monkey screams and moans which came out muffled because of the ball gag, yet still surprisingly loud enough to cause a shock wave.

Zane stopped whipping and his hands grabbed her ass hungrily as he let out a loud, delightful groan and ejaculated. The pacing stopped. The two started panting heavily. It was over. Woah, s*x of a lifetime.

Zane’s eyes opened first and he let out a hysterical yell as he sighted me and he threw the whip away in fright. The whip, decorated with heavy metal studs went crashing through the window and broken glass splinters went everywhere. My window. I bought that.

Brooke’s eyes opened and the shock and surprise was so vivid on her face. No, take what I said earlier back, her face IS the face of one who had just seen a ghost. She started wailing uncontrollably and saying words the only came out blubbered because of the gear. Zane pulled out then threw his hands in the air frantically, as if pleading or telling me not to do something.

“Don’t do it Adira. I beg you.” Zane begged and I was puzzled.

Don’t do what? And why are they looking so scared and frightened? I’m supposed to be the one wailing and crying here. I confusedly started advancing towards them which only seemed to increase Zane’s profuse pleading and Brooke’s crying.

Zane feel on his knees and rubbed his hands together in plead “Adira, please. Yes, this is hard for you to take in, but can you just pause and have a rethink?” He begged and my gaze left his dangling p***s and fell on my right hand’s grip. Dang, the Knife!

Just then, the door swung open and armed police men soon filled my bedroom alongside Mr. Carl who was still in his tight shorts. I swear, I saw his face pump red when he caught a glimpse of naked Brooke.

Okay, this has to be said. WHO GAVE MR. CARL THE RIGHT TO WALTZ INTO MY PRIVATE BEDROOM (still wearing tight shorts) WITH COPS?

Mr. Carl looked so puzzled when he saw the scenario going on, wait did he call the cops on me?

I wanted to throw the knife away and run as fast as my legs could carry me out of this house, but I froze at the spot, my body began to tremble again, no, this wasn’t the one of incomprehensible surprise and shock, it was one of pure fear. Cops were in my room! They saw me with a knife and two naked people cowering in fear. What a compromising scene.

“Officers it’s not what you think. I-“

“Officers, thank goodness you’re here. Arrest her. She’s trying to kill us.” Zane quickly chipped in, interrupting me and Brooke vigorously nodded in agreement.

Yes. That was why they were so scared. It was either they thought I was going to kill them or cut of Zane’s dangling member. Whatever be the case, to them, I was some psycho who was going to make sure blood flowed.

I quickly turned to the officers to explain “I swear, it’s not what you think. I was only-“

“Ma’am.” One of the cops voiced out sternly and I quieted down my defense. “Drop your weapon.” He added with a menacing gaze and I gulped down nothing

“Officers, you’re making a mistake. I only-“

“Anything, you say or do now would be used against you in the court of law. Ma’am, you’re under arrest.” Another officer chipped in and I knew resistance was futile. My grip gently eased and the knife landed on the floor with a clang. The officer then stepped forward and handcuffed me.

It was all like a dream, a trance or maybe I was still trapped in that premonition but everything felt so real. I was pushed and dragged out of my own house in handcuffs like a common criminal but you know what was even more shameful and painful? Being cheated on with your best friend and oh, Mr. Carl and a troop of cops were there to witness the scene too

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SLAM!

I was given a hot slap across the face for resistance to enter into the holding cell and was then violently pushed into the cell and the gates were slammed shut. The pitch black darkness of the cell and the stench that came along with it hit me like an atomic bomb; the reeking of piss from all angles, faeces and smells I couldn’t even classify it’s origin.

Who would have thought? Adira Xarvedix, Princess of Brendemonia, in a cell.

I definitely did not belong here.