Sinderella (8 page)

I sat there numb. I had no other alternative. I was being given one choice, but it wasn’t mine. I was being given the option of all or nothing and nothing meant death, I was certain of that.

But could I? Could I let a man with everything have me, body but not soul? It would be like being given a cup, but no wine to drink. I was sure I couldn’t do it, but the images of my life flitted about behind my eyes.

I had already had years of nothing.
Years of abuse, mistreatment and suffering.
I had been humiliated, and for what?
Because I was an orphan?

After a life like that, could I not enjoy a life like this?

I ran my fingers over the rose petals in the bath and made a decision. If my prince wasn’t ever going to be mine, this was a close second. This was protection and a bedroom and food and blankets. It was already far more than I had ever had.

But who was he?

He knew my father, he seemed familiar, and yet, I didn't know him. I recalled almost nothing of the time around my father’s death. I wouldn't have remembered him there at the funeral.

I forced myself to agree, forcing my brain to take my memories of my prince and stash them somewhere I couldn’t look at them every day. It wasn’t going to help me, suffering with those images playing about in my brain.

I climbed from the tub and dried myself with the strange, lush bath sheet. I wrapped it around myself and padded along the marble floors to the huge bed. The sun was setting over the mountains and vineyards the land was known for. The grounds were stunning and the town was picturesque.

From the window I could see commotion in the courtyard. I caught a glimpse of a face I knew. He grabbed a man and shook him, tossing him to the ground. I opened the window, with a great deal of effort, and listened.

It was my prince. He shouted at the guard. “YOU BRING HER TO ME!”

My heart leapt. I shouted. “MY LOVE!”

He turned to see me. I waved. He had come!

“YOU’RE SAFE?”

I nodded. “I am, my lord. Very safe.”

He smiled. “I am here to take you home.”

Happy tears claimed my face. “I am coming. Wait for me there.”

I turned and ran from the room, my feet slapping against the cold stone. I ran for the main room, clutching the bath sheet to my body. He had come! He had defied his father and come for me! He loved me. I was so excited, tears slipped from my eyes, blurring my vision. I wiped them away.

When I reached the main hall, the king turned to see me. He gave me a look. It was the same one I had seen on his face when I had arrived. It was cold and detached.

He snapped his fingers. Two men grabbed me and dragged me back down the hallway. I opened my mouth to scream but a huge hand covered my mouth. I couldn’t get air. My vision blurred and the last image I saw was the door to the room I had been in before, the king’s mistress’s room.

When I woke, my mouth was dry and my eyes burned. I blinked until my vision cleared. I could see candlelight flickering in the room. I was on the bed in the room I had bathed in. I tried to move my hands but they were bound to the bedposts with scarves. My feet were also.

I cried out into the ceiling where the candlelight danced. “HELP!”

I looked around, frantically until I saw him. HIM. Not my prince but the man who would have me against my will.

He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. One leg was resting on the other and his riding boot was twitching. I could almost see his eyes glowing in the dim light.

I coughed with a hoarse voice. “Please, Your Highness. My prince came for me. I saw him in the yard. Please, he has come for me. I am to marry him.”

He sighed and stood, taking only a couple steps, and yet crossing the huge room. He reached down and pulled the bath sheet from my naked body. He stared for a moment at my exposed sex. He gripped the sheet for a moment and then dropped it.

Then, like he had come out of his trance, he smiled grimly. “My foolish cousin was willing to sacrifice his crown for you. I told him it was an imprudent endeavor, and as his cousin I would not allow it. He has seen the error of his ways and left for home again. My uncle is grateful for my efforts on his son’s behalf and you are my prize.”

I shook my head. I could feel the weight of hopelessness. “No. No. He’s still here. Please. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, just let me see him.”

He started to chuckle. “You think he wants you now? Now that he knows I’ve had you for days. He knows how specific my tastes are. He’s no longer interested. Trust me. His father has him settled in with a nice girl, a proper lady.”

My heart broke. I started to cry again. “Just let me go.”

He turned and walked from the room. “No. The next time I see you, you will be begging me for something else.” He closed the door and left me to sob, alone in the dark.

I closed my eyes and begged for God to end it.

But he didn't.

I woke to the light of day and a sore body. When I looked across the room, he was there again. He was sitting in the chair leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked different¸ relaxed. He was in casual dress and his dark hair was messy. He gave me a shadowy stare from under his brow. “Good morning.” He looked out the window as he stood. “I guess good afternoon would have been a better sentiment.”

I tugged at my wrists. I spoke with a hoarse whisper, “Please, Your Grace.” My shoulders were in a spasm and my throat was dry. My hips ached, and I hungered in a way I didn’t know I could.

He sat on the bed next to me and ran his fingers along my wrist. “I will untie you when you agree to my bargain and beg me to fuck you.”

I wanted to shake my head but I didn't. I nodded, unable to stop myself. I wanted water and my limbs to have blood in them again.

“Say it.”

I winced. “Please fuck me, my lord. I am yours.” I could taste the rusty blood of my cracking lips in my mouth. It added to the bad flavor of the words.

He smiled, and for the first time I could see true happiness on his face.

He really was a monster.

He untied my wrist.
My arm was limp
,
I couldn't move it
. He lifted it for me. I cried out as he laid it across my bare chest. He got up and untied my foot. Instantly, I moved the limp limb, releasing the pain in my hip. He came around to my arm before he did my last foot. When he untied my wrist, again I moaned in pain. My hands were numb and my fingers tingled. He pulled me up to sitting and walked around the room. He grabbed a glass of something and brought it to me. He lifted it to my lips, placing a hand delicately at the base of my head. I drank slowly.

“You are a stubborn girl, but you can’t think that a man should give up his kingdom for a girl. You can’t be that selfish.”

I swallowed and pushed the glass away with my weakened hand. “I’m not. I don't think he should give it up.” The words hurt as much as my throat did. Everything inside of me ached. But he was right.

The water in the glass tasted funny. It had a fruity taste to it. He wiped my face and gave me a hard look. “You will promise to be a good girl, no more issues?”

I wiped my mouth and nodded. He moved my hair from my face and gave me a long stare. The look in his eyes was eerie. He was plotting something. He got a wicked smile. “Are you hungry?”

I nodded again.

He left the room. I untied my foot and when he came back in with a plate of food, I had wrapped myself in the linens on the bed.

He carried the plate of food to a table and sat at the beautiful chair next to it. He patted his knee, “Come to me.”

I frowned but climbed off of the bed, to walk to him. He shook his head. “On your hands and knees. You must earn the right to walk in this castle. Leave your sheet there on the bed.”

I paused, about to protest but my stomach ached. I unwrapped my body and left the sheet there. On shaky limbs, I lowered to the floor and sat back on my knees. He picked a piece of succulent-looking meat from the plate and ate it. Watching him chew made me delirious. I placed my hands on the floor and crawled like a dog, to where he was. I didn't know what to say to him or to do. He offered a piece of meat with his fingers. I grimaced but ate from his hands, like I was Gus.

The thought of Gus startled me. I looked at him sharply. “My mouse, Gus! Where is he? He was in a sack.”

“He is fine. Trust me. He is a fat little mouse.” He laughed and offered me a piece of fruit with it. I closed my eyes and ate from his hands until I was nearly sickened.

“You’re a very good girl.” He held a glass of the fruity water for me but then poured it into a bowl and placed it on the floor next to him.

I sucked up the last of my pride and lowered my face to the bowl. He got up and walked around the back of me. Being bent over the bowl I felt how exposed I was to him, but I couldn’t stop lapping at the water.

He got down on the floor behind me, running his hands over my back. “You have flawless skin.
So pale, even after years of working as a servant.
How remarkable. You are bred perfectly, as a lady should be, and yet broken already. What a prize. No wonder my poor cousin is half mad.”

He pressed something hard against my backside. I suspected what it was when he took deep breaths of my skin, rubbing his face against me. I paused, hovering over the bowl. He rubbed his hands over my back and then slid them around the front, cupping my breasts. He rolled both my nipples, pinching slightly.

My parted lips sucked my breath.

I didn't mean to give him a reaction but there was no way to prevent it. He chuckled softly into my ear, covering my whole body with his. He rubbed himself against me in a steady rhythm, breathing hard and muttering. “Oh yes, you are a good girl. You will call me Sire, in all our undertakings. Do you understand?” He rubbed himself faster against me, pinching my nipples faster too.

“Yes, Sire.”

He stood up abruptly and lifted me from the floor. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back. He leaned over
me,
there was rage on his face almost. He looked wild. He dragged his hands down the sheets before dropping to his knees in front of me. He was completely undone by me, or his passion.

His hands gripped my knees, pulling them apart in one savage tug.

He leaned forward, hovering his face above my parted lips. “You smell like honey. Do you taste that way?”

“I don’t know, Sire.”

He gripped my thighs but never lowered his face. I opened my lips when I could feel his breath upon me. Somehow I had gotten wet and the moisture tickled from his hot breath.

He ran his fingers lightly down my thighs, the grip gone completely and replaced with a gentle caress. They kissed like a feather might on my trembling skin. My eyes closed and my breath hitched, but he never touched the place I wanted him to. He had done it. He had made me want him to touch me.

“Shall I lick you, Ella?”

I nodded, pressing my eyes shut. “Please, Sire.” I was a bad person. Desire was my weakness and he could see it. I forced a deep breath and caught myself again. There was no fighting him or myself. I was far too weak and hungry.

“What is the carnal act you like the most, Ella? Do you like to be taken roughly, like an animal might? Do you like to be savored slowly, delicately? Do you like to be licked and sucked? Open your eyes and look at me.”

I almost had to pry my eyes open. He hovered over my stomach, giving me that same wicked smile again.
The one that made my blood boil.
“What do you like the best from a man?”

I glanced at his hand on my thigh but forced a twitch of a no. “I do not know, Sire.”

He shook his head. “You are lying. I know you have a favorite. I will do it if you tell me, beg me.”

I shook my head. He placed a kiss on my stomach, a moist kiss. I gasped. He placed a hand on my belly, just above the rise of my pubic line. He placed his other hand inside of my thigh, running his fingertips down my leg until one was suddenly at the entrance to my cunny.

I was trembling with need when he slipped a finger into me. He pressed down on my belly lightly and plunged the finger in deep.

“Your eyes stay on mine.”

I nodded, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes. His finger slid in and out, but the pace was off. He was purposely not letting me get the build up I desired. His thumb rubbed my nub. I started to move with him. He stopped. “I don't think that is your niche.”

I nodded. “It is, Sire.”

He chuckled. “No. It’s not.” He lowered his face and flicked my nub once with his tongue, “All women like this.” I swallowed hard but he shook his head. “But I can tell it’s not your favorite.”

He lowered his hand, pressing a wet finger against my anus. My mouth opened to protest but he pressed the finger into me. I cried out. He laughed. “You have never been taken this way. It might be the manner to make you lose control.”

I winced, prepared to beg, but he pulled the finger from me. He got up and walked to the washbasin. He cleaned his hands and grabbed a drink. “I think we will try something else.”

I lay there, terrified he was more like the duke than I would have imagined.

He placed the cup on the table and walked back over to me, undoing his trousers. “Come here, kneel for me.”

I covered my breasts and climbed off of the bed. I knelt in front of him.

“Take out my cock.”

My hand reached into his trousers before I really gave it any thought. My hand couldn't wrap all the way around it. It wasn't quite as long as the prince’s, but it was fatter. It made me nervous to imagine it inside of me.

I stroked it, caressing the softness and yet strength. His body was beautiful. Without him asking, I leaned forward and parted my lips, taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue, and stroked the base. In my delirious stupor, I reached my other hand around, gripping his butt and squeezing. He thrust into my mouth, running his hands into my hair. I accidentally moaned as he reached around the base and tugged at my hair.

He chuckled, pulling harder. I moaned louder.

I sucked, wrapping my teeth with my lips, imagining that might have pained him, had I dragged them. He moaned almost instantly, digging his fingers into my hair and lightly thrusting into my face. I sucked and swirled my tongue the way the duke had done to my nub. The king cried out, and I felt his body tense but his hand lowered to my armpits. He lifted me from my knees and his cock and laid me back on the bed.

“You are skilled.”

I shook my head. “No. I have seen it done once.”

He smiled. “Tell me what you saw.” He lowered himself to his knees and bent between my parted thighs, planting a kiss on my stomach. “Tell me what you saw and I will relieve your misery.”

I closed my eyes as his kisses went farther south on my torso. “Gregor, a boy from my estate, he had a fondness for a dairymaid. I knew it. I had seen them kissing. I followed them sometimes. Once I saw them go into the barn, looking very suspicious. She dropped to her knees and pulled out his . . . you know.”

“Mmmmm. Say it if you want me to go lower.” He kissed at the top of my mound.

I moaned and fought my shallow breaths. “Cock. She took out his cock and put her mouth on it. She could fit the whole . . . thing in her mouth like a small baguette. She sucked and then she got on all fours like a beast, and lifted her skirts. He came from behind and mounted her.”

He trailed his tongue along my thigh. I didn't even realize what I was doing or saying. I wanted him so badly. I’d have done anything to have him.

“What then?”

I shook my head. “I left. I didn't finish watching.”

“Did it make you wet to watch them?”

I froze.

I waited before I lifted my head and looked up at him, bent over my cunny. He lifted his face, “Did you like watching them?”

I nodded, ashamed, and yet I was bared to him, so what did it matter?

He smiled. “I like to watch too.” He lowered his face and licked the entire length of my slit. I cried out. His fingers swirled in the moisture as he slid one inside of me. I cried out harder, almost in pain from the width of them, but his tongue circled my nub, distracting me. It brought heat in waves. His other fingers crawled up my torso to my nipple. He flicked and pinched, making me cry out for more. He pinched in a rhythm, similar to the sucking and swirling of his mouth against my sex. My orgasm was almost instant. I was filled with heat and lightning. My body twitched and pulled at his finger and mouth, grinding and begging for more.

He chuckled. “You cum so easily.”

I barely caught his words. “Is that wrong?” I asked breathlessly. I knew it was the result of having practiced hundreds of times. I would spend the rest of my life imagining his face was the one making me cum. He was exactly the naughty man I had imagined in my dreams, the one with his face between my legs.

He laughed harder. “No. You
’re made to be fucked and loved and
sucked, every day. Your body is the kind that men dream about. I could have you a thousand ways for a thousand days and never tire of you. You’re wet and tight and hot, in all the right places.”

He picked me up and tossed me back onto the bed, face down and jerked my legs to the floor. He grabbed a handful of hair with one hand, as the other came down on my ass making a loud slapping noise. “But at least now I know what your favorite is.”

He spanked again. I cried out. He tugged and spanked in a way my body craved, enjoying every tug and vibration.

He moaned with me, rubbing his body against mine as he spanked. His words were fevered and impassioned. “So you are a depraved girl? Only very special girls are like this. Finding one is harder than finding a real unicorn. I should have known. What would drive the future ruler of a kingdom to renounce his reign but a wicked girl like you?” He spanked harder, rubbing his bared cock against my body.

He came around the back of me, pushing his cock into me roughly, maintaining the pull he had on my hair. It was wider than I had felt before, I cried out.