ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (11 page)

Chapter 2

The Prime Minister's Request

King Henry sat in the large room that he had turned into a makeshift office. He was attending to a number of royal responsibilities, as they had piled up quite a bit during his diplomatic visit. He could, ostensibly, have his Prime Minister take care of most of these responsibilities, as his trip was done in service of his country rather than for leisure purposes. However, the King knew that certain tasks simply had to be done himself.

He was poring over a new tax proposed by parliament when there was a knock on his door. "You may enter," said the King in his deep voice. The door opened, and in stepped Winston Chamberlain, the Prime Minister of the King's parliament. "Sire, welcome back," said the Prime Minister.

“Thank you, Winston,” said the King.

“Back just a few hours ago and already at it?” said the Prime Minister, gesturing towards the enormous stacks of paper arrayed on the desk in front of the King.

“A country does not rule itself, Winston,” said King Henry, “That's why it has a King.”

“True,” said Winston with a smile, “Yet I wonder if you would be so eager to forego the comforts of your living quarters in favor of ruling the country if you had a wife awaiting your return.”

The King looked up from his papers. He never smiled. This was a fact almost universally noted by his subjects. His face was kind, he was gentle with children and with women, he was in truth a kind, gentle man, yet he never smiled. Most of the women in the country that had seen the King agreed that this only added to his mysterious allure.

“Not this again, Winston,” said the King.

“Yes, this again,” said Winston, with a stern look of fatherly admonishment. Ever since the King's father had died when the King had been fifteen, Winston Chamberlain had become a father figure of sorts to King Henry, advising him as best he could in times where advice was needed.

“You have no brothers,” said Winston, “Not even any sisters. A King without an heir, especially a King starting to push fifty, is a thing that makes most people in the country very uneasy.”

“I had a wife, Winston,” said the King, “She died in childbirth, remember? As did my child.”

“That was twenty years ago,” said Winston, “It's high time that you moved on. You need an heir. The country needs an heir!”

“What if I don't want to give the country an heir?” said the King, an undercurrent of anger hardening his voice, “I have given the country my life. I spend sleepless nights keeping this country safe, keeping its people happy. Is that not enough? Must I forego the one thing that made me happy? Must I forget my wife for the country as well?”

“Victoria died almost half your life ago,” said Winston, “She wouldn't have wanted you to wallow for so long. She would have wanted you to move on. And as for all you've given to the realm, do you know what will become of this country if you die without leaving an heir?”

King Henry was silent. He knew what Winston was about to say.

“War,” said Winston, “A civil war in which every man in your entire family, every second cousin thrice removed will soon wage war against his other cousins. What will become of the country then? What will become of the common folk that you have spent your entire life trying to protect when their entire country is waging war on itself?”

King Henry remained silent, but Winston pressed on. “It's time, Henry,” said Winston, using the King's name as he did when they were alone together, “I will find you a beautiful wife. Someone worthy of you. You won't even have to see her that often, just during public appearances and when you have to put an heir in her womb.”

“If I am to do this,” said the King, “I want to choose my own wife.”

Winston opened his mouth as if to argue, but then shut it when he realized that this was the best deal he was going to get.

Chapter 3

The Ball

It had been a month since the King and his Prime Minister had talked about finding him a Queen, and by now the entire realm knew about it, such was the power of the gossip chain.

As a result, every noble virgin, every beautiful widowed Lady, practically every woman of noble birth in the country made some sort of attempt to get a marriage proposal sent to the King. Even common women, peasants and the like, fantasized about marrying the handsome king!

King Henry found himself swamped with marriage proposals. Despite Winston mentioning quite clearly in the announcement he made regarding the King's search for a wife that King Henry wished to find a wife by himself, most women took this to mean that they had the chance to parade themselves in front of the King in the hopes that he would choose one of them as his new bride, and as a result make one of them the Queen of England.

Because of all of this unwanted attention, King Henry found himself groaning with exasperation one day when Winston proposed that he throw a ball in order to help the King find a bride.

“A ball?” said the King, “A ball is going to attract all of the women that I'm looking to avoid. I want to find a wife that I can treat as my companion, as my confidante. A woman that will provide me with relief, not one that will just become yet another burden that I have to bear on my already weary shoulders!”

“A ball will at least bring some women to the table,” said Winston, equally exasperated, “You haven't made a single proposal, found a single potential bride in the month since we spoke!”

“Fine!” said the King, wanting an end to this conversation, “Throw your ball. Have your fun. Just leave me alone right now, I have a lot of work to do.”

Within a week, Winston had made all of the arrangements for the ball. He invited practically every singly eligible woman in the country to the ball, and was hoping that someone, anyone, might click, and the realm would have itself a Queen and soon, if all went well, an heir that would take the throne after his father died.

On the day of the ball, the King dressed in his finest clothes. He wanted to appease his Prime Minister, if nothing else, since he was firm in his belief that he was not going to find a suitable wife at an event as vapid and superficial as a ball.

As he descended down the steps, he heard the sound of the laughter of what sounded like a thousand women and he cringed. It was going to be extremely difficult to avoid them all, and he was definitely dreading talking to these women who only wanted to be Queen.

As he entered the courtyard, a number of women that saw him, his magnificent beard, his broad shoulders, squealed with excitement and attempted to pull the King in their direction in order to talk to him as much as they could, hoping to take a shot at becoming Queen.

The King extricated himself from their collective grasp as politely as he could, and ventured to the side of the courtyard so that he might have a moment’s peace.

As he was standing, catching his breath, a servant girl who was taking dirty dishes to the kitchen presumably fell over in front of him. The King rushed forward to help her up.

“Th-thank you my Lord,” said the girl, and King Henry noticed that she was extremely beautiful. In fact, she might well be the most beautiful girl in the entire courtyard.

“My word…” said the King, “You're stunning!”

The girl blushed a deep red and attempted to mumble an appropriate response.

“Are you alright?” asked the King.

The girl nodded.

“What is your name?”

The girl opened her mouth and closed it several times before finally looking the King in the eye. He was startled by how beautiful her sea green eyes were.

“Elizabeth, my Lord,” she said.

Chapter 4

Elizabeth Comes to Visit

The King spent many hours talking to Elizabeth at the ball in favor of the ladies of noble birth, much to their surprise and chagrin. He found out that her mother was a seamstress and his father was the head cook in the kitchens. She was very lazy about her studies, and so her parents, in order to punish her, had told her that she had to help the lower servants clean up during the ball.

He offered to help her in her studies, to which Elizabeth gaped at him. He didn't realize the effect that such an offer from the King would have on any girl, even a girl that was well off and not exactly a peasant. Such an offer would have even the daughter of the richest Lord in the Kingdom lose the ability to speak coherently!

Elizabeth had agreed, and after that she opened up considerably to the King. He found that she could make him laugh. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to laugh, yet this girl was able to bring it out of him as though he had never even stopped.

When the ball was over, the King told her that she should come to his chambers in the morning and he would help her study. It would not be unfair to say that King Henry was really looking forward to having the girl over.

In the morning, King Henry dressed once more in his finest clothes, and rushed to his door when he heard a knock. He opened it to see Elizabeth standing there, her jet black her straight and shining, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. The King noticed, not for the first time, how incredibly buxom she was, her breasts almost bursting out of her corset, with her cleavage plainly visible through the low cut dress that was in fashion during this time.

“My King,” said Elizabeth with a curtsy.

“Elizabeth,” said the King with a smile, and stepped aside to let her in.

They attempted to study for a short time, before lapsing into conversation again. The King continued to smile as she spoke of all of the things that mattered to her, and began to feel a peculiar sensation in his groin.

All of a sudden, Elizabeth glanced at his crotch, gasped and covered her eyes.

The King looked down and saw that his cock was hard.

“Oh my, I am so very sorry!” said the King, embarrassed, “I don't know why that happened, I truly don't!”

“It's so big,” Elizabeth whispered, “I didn't know it could be so big.”

“Well,” said the King, sheepishly, “It is big, I admit. I'm afraid I can't do anything about that.”

Elizabeth uncovered her eyes and took a long look at the King's enormous member. “Did... did I do that?” she said.

“Yes... I believe you did,” said the King, desire starting to seep into his voice. He saw Elizabeth's chest heaving as she breathed, saw her breasts moving up and down, and felt his cock grow harder still.

This made Elizabeth gasp again, but this time she did not look away. Emboldened by her interest, the King approached her, held her hand and placed it on his cock. Elizabeth's eyes were half closed now, her breathing shallow. She ran her delicate fingers along the length of the King's cock, savoring its hardness.

“May I…” said Elizabeth shyly, “May I taste it, my King?”

King Henry undid the drawstrings of his pants and his cock burst forth, hitting Elizabeth on the face. Elizabeth then opened her mouth tentatively and began to place his cock inside her mouth.

The King groaned with pleasure, and Elizabeth did the same as she felt his cock barely fitting into her mouth, stretching the sides out as it went in. The King was well and truly aroused now. He held Elizabeth's hair and began to thrust his enormous cock into and out of her mouth. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy this a lot.

The King then picked the girl up, strong as he was, and took her to his bed. He lay her down on the bed and began to undo the lace of her dress at her back. He buried his face in her cleavage and bit her right breasts, making her moan in pleasure.

Chapter 5

Things Get Heated

The King took off Elizabeth's dress, revealing the corset underneath. At the sight of this beautiful girl panting, her breasts heaving with each breath, the single mole upon her right breast that stood as a single spot of darkness upon a sea of pale, he was no longer able to control himself.

The King tore Elizabeth's corset off, making her gasp at her sudden nudity. He then began to squeeze both her breasts at the same time, relishing the feel of their soft flesh in his hands. It had been far too long since he had felt the warmth of a woman's flesh against his own.

The King squeezed Elizabeth's breasts hard, causing her to gasp and say, “My King! Please be gentle!”

King Henry, realizing that in his overzealousness he might hurt the poor girl, began to ease up. He brought his lips to hers, kissing her gently there, relishing the taste of her sweet lips upon his own.

“My King, I'm sorry,” said Elizabeth, “It's just that... I'm a virgin.”

The King was surprised, but at the same time he wasn't. The girl was only eighteen after all.

“I will be gentle, Elizabeth,” said the King, and he descended to her crotch to pleasure as all women deserve to be pleasured. He gently pulled her soft, white thighs apart and kissed her gently upon her vagina. Elizabeth gave a trembling moan. This was the first time that any man had touched her in any way down there, let alone a man as skilled and as noble as her King.

The king licked the nub of her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure up Elizabeth's legs. He was truly a skilled lover, and Elizabeth though of what a shame it was that his abilities had been locked away for so long since he had no one to use them on.

The king began to circle Elizabeth's clitoris with his tongue. His cock ached for a taste of what lay inside her, but he wanted to fully satisfy her first so that he may pleasure himself with her body in any way he pleased afterwards.

As he licked Elizabeth's clitoris in a circle, her legs spasmed with the pleasure he was giving her. He wrapped her legs around his head, saying “Shut your legs tight around my head, sweet girl,” never stopping, even for a moment, not giving her a single second's respite.

Elizabeth was breathing in short, sharp gasps now. She was barely exhaling. Her climax was clearly building up inside her, and noticing this the King began to lick her clitoris more fervently, kissing the nub of her vagina as he brought her ever closer to an Earth shaking orgasm.

Suddenly, Elizabeth's legs shut tight around the King's head, and he knew that the orgasm was upon her now. He got up, laid down on top of her, pulled her arms and legs apart and held them that way. She was shaking underneath him like a leaf, beads of sweat blooming upon her entire body, her buxom breasts jiggling from the force of the shaking of her body that was being caused by the orgasm that was ripping through her, tearing her apart.

The King could not bear it anymore, but he decided to wait until her orgasm was finished before he took her and truly made her his.

When it was done, Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked at her King shyly. He looked back at her, a gentle smile upon his face, and kissed her, first on her brow and then on her lips.

“I think it's my turn now,” said the King, with a hint of mischief in his voice. He spread Elizabeth's legs apart and said, “I think it's time your King made you a true woman. Time that I made you truly mine, from inside and out.”

“Yes, my King!” said Elizabeth, “Take me! Make me a true woman! Make me yours my king!”