Sinderella (9 page)

He thrust, mercilessly, and pulled my hair at the same time. I twitched and came all over his cock in a violent orgasm like I had never had.

He pounded into me, driving my orgasming cunny wild and slamming me against the bed. I was lost in the fervor of my body’s splendorous waves.

He pulled out and rounded the side of me again. His hand came down, vibrating my cunny with each strike. The vibration maintained my orgasm. I continued to cry out as he spanked.

Again, he got behind me, bouncing my ass off of the bed. The width of him was rocking me, building the fire up again. I didn’t think it was possible but I was going to orgasm again.

He pulled my hair, lifting my face and then he stopped. He pulled out and walked away. I was twitching with need as he walked from the room. I stood up, out of breath and confused. I wiped the sweat from my face and stared at the door. Did I have to finish myself off?

He came back moments later with a large stand-up mirror in his arms. He placed it against the wall, so I could see myself in it. He closed the door and walked back, his cock still fully erect.

He walked back behind me and wrapped his arms around. He pressed himself against me, rubbing slightly. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”

I shook my head. The girl didn’t even look like me. She was messy and flushed everywhere.

He ran his hands up and down my glossy torso, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck. His skin compared to mine was an intense contrast. He was golden and muscled. His dark hair and stern look were the opposite of mine.

He reached a large hand down between my legs, sliding a thick finger between my parted lips and rubbed in a circular motion. One hand cupped my breast, encompassing it completely. He kneaded my breast and pinched my nipples. “Do you see how you light up for me?”

I nodded against the stubble on his face. In the mirror I could see the heavy desire on both our faces.

He rubbed faster, staying in a rhythm that brought the fire back. My eyes narrowed but my gaze was locked on his moving hand, cupping my sex. He kissed my neck, biting slightly. I moaned into the kiss and the caress. The ache in my stomach twisted into an orgasm that shook all of me. My moans turned into cries. My eyes tried to close, but I forced myself to watch as I nearly collapsed from the pleasure.

I was still twitching when he kicked one of my legs open and slid his cock up inside of me. I leaned over a bit, gripping to the bed and looking forward at our reflection. His huge, taught body, glistening with sweat and passion, overshadowed mine. He thrust hard, pumping himself in and out. I was still gripping to his wide cock from my orgasm when he had his. Watching the sheer strength and beauty of him orgasming inside of me was breathtaking.

He cried out, gripping to me and then falling on top of me, taking me down to the bed with him.

He smiled and laughed, still out of breath. I turned to face him, feeling embarrassed by what I had just witnessed. I loved everything about his touch and hated that it was all I was ever going to get from him. I would never be his wife, just his toy.

His beauty softened the blow of his cruelty.

He looked into my eyes. “So that's the secret? You enjoy being abused. I suppose it is all you have ever known.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I will make it my undertaking to make you see how taking things slowly can be equally exciting.”

I cocked an eyebrow back. “Isn’t it a bit late to do it slowly?”

He smiled. “Never. I see now why Charmant wanted to give up his claim to the throne. I would give you mine.”

I winced. “I don't want anyone’s throne.”

“What do you want?”

I shook my head. “To be loved, like all girls.”

He furrowed his brow. “All girls are not like you.”

I shrugged.

He kissed my nose. “Girls like you don't make men love them. You make them senseless with desire and crave you. Isn’t that enough? I already feel that way.”

I shook my head again.

“Adoration and worship, psshhhh,” the king muttered from across the room.

The cardinal gave me a look. “Then she is filled with evil that must be purged from her. If she strays any of your devotion from God, she is a witch.”

The king smiled and gave me a wink. “I daresay she has bewitched my cock.”

My face flushed. The cardinal’s eyes narrowed. “This is no joking matter. Where is she? Is this she who has ignited your passion?”

The king glanced at me for a moment and then shook his head. “This beauty here? No. This is my plaything.” The king waved a hand at him. “I have never been this happy—is that not what you want for me?”

“Sire, you aught not to have women displayed so. It is not how God wished relations between a man and a woman to be.” The cardinal leaned in, trying to hush his voice from me. “Your Grace’s happiness is always my concern, but the devil disguises himself in many different forms.”

The king laughed. “I have searched every orifice of her, good man. She is pure of heart. She is not the devil. My living in sin with
her,
should bother no one but me. My life is my own, my kingdom is my own, and if I hear of this again, I will kill whoever speaks it. That includes you, my old friend. It is not up for discussion.
Nor my treatment of women.
I am not a married man. I shall act in MY home how I see fit. I am the lord of this home, and yours.”

The cardinal’s face turned crimson. He bowed. “As you wish it.” He turned and left the room, giving me the most horrid look ever.

I stood
there,
nearly naked in the sheer dress and holding the pose the king had asked me for. My arms were behind my back, resting on my butt. My breasts were pert and exposed, as was my sex. Everything could be seen through the silvery fabric. My only saving grace was the dark mask covering my whole face. No one knew me, not even me.

“Come here.”

I walked to him, having earned the right to walk upright. I no longer trembled at his side, but I was wise enough to know to obey and avoid his eyes. I stood at his side. He ran a hand over the front of my dress, lightly brushing against my breasts. My stomach tightened instantly.

“I think tomorrow we will have a picnic. What do you say to that?”

I nodded. “I think that would be wonderful, Sire.”

He pursed his lips and nodded at the girl next to us. “Lift her dress.”

I felt my breath hitch. The girl placed the wine down and walked to us. She was a little older than I, but very thin, almost no breasts at all. I had seen her several times, always wondering if she ate at all.

She dropped to her knee and lifted my dress to my belly.

He ran his hand down my torso. When his fingers brushed my lower hair, I spread my
legs
as I knew he wanted. He slipped a finger inside of me, slowly dragging it in and out. He had not done one violent act to me since he had sworn we would take everything slowly. It had me at a constant state of being carnally charged. I wanted a violent orgasm like the one I had had, but he refused me. I could have a dozen slow orgasms a day and none would satisfy me the way he had the first time.

It had become a form of torture, months of it.

I hated that I was being violated in front of the girl, but when a guard entered the room, I was devastated. He sped his thrusts up. “What is it?” His face stayed on the guard while I forced my eyes to not leave his face.

I wanted to turn my face in shame but I didn’t. I stayed there, looking on him as the guard fought not to look at my fingered cunny. Thankfully, in the mask I might have been any girl.

“There is a messenger here, from your cousin, the king. His son, the prince, is to be married in a fortnight. You have been invited to the wedding. What is the response you would like me to give?”

I looked away, at the wall behind us. The king stopped and removed his finger and looked down on the girl. “Take her to my room, stay there with her.”

I was trembling with tears when we reached the hallway. The girl and I clung to each other. I cried harder when I heard him say. “I will go, alone.”

I couldn’t believe he was to marry. I couldn’t believe he wanted it. My prince was mine and I was his.
It seemed no matter how hard we tried
,
we would never be together
.

When we got to the room, we sat on the bed next to each other. She looked scared. “Will he hurt you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. He isn’t usually mean. Quite the opposite actually.”

She sighed. “Oh, thank God. I was scared.” She just finished the sentence when the door opened. The king walked in. He looked angry but it made my stomach twinge in excitement. Finally, I might get the release I needed. I needed it even more now that my prince was to marry. My heart was breaking and I desperately needed a release.

He walked to me, offering me a hand. I took it. He pulled me to the wall where the drapes were drawn. He used the ties to bind my wrists. Every move was slow and methodical. I was spread, like a cross.

He walked away from me to the girl. He offered her a hand. She took
it,
he led her to the other side of the bed and sat down.

“Lift your dress and remove your knickers.”

She did it. I was confused. My heart started to race. What was he doing?”

She trembled when she lifted her dress, revealing her slim legs. He sighed and gave me a look. “You still love him then?”

I swallowed hard. The king’s had been the face I saw when I closed my eyes. It had always been his face, even before we had met. I nodded once, feeling the fear cross my face. My heart might have whispered for my prince, but I was as the cardinal had said. I was as wicked as the king and I deserved my fate.

He looked back at the girl. “Lie across my knees.”

She did it, looking like she might beg any second for her life. He gripped her hard but looked at me. “You wish to be with him still?”

I didn’t answer him. He brought his hand back and struck the bare cheeks of the girl’s behind. She screamed in pain. “Do you see the difference in you and her?”

My jaw trembled. The cruelty in his eyes was mesmerizing. I wanted it. I bit my lip. He brought his hand back and down again. The girl writhed and screamed. Her white cheeks flushed with welts.

“DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND HER?”

I nodded, wishing I were there instead of her. I wouldn’t be screaming and writhing for that reason. I struggled with the ropes on my wrists. “Please, Sire. Take me instead.”

He shook his head. “I want you to notice there is a distinct difference between you and her. My cousin couldn’t handle a woman like you. This would hurt him—he would be shocked and revolted. Is that what you want?” He lifted her tear-stained face. “Is this the face you would want to see on him?”

I shook my head.

He tossed her on the bed and pointed at the door “LEAVE!” She ran for her life, slamming the door.

He looked like a monster. I realized then and there, we matched.
The mad king and I.
He was crazed and violent and my body craved his cruelty. He was right.

He got up off of the bed and walked to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Don’t you see what this is? You are mine. You belong to me. I own you.”

He spread my cunny lips and buried his face. He sucked and licked, biting my nub gently. It might have been rough and violent, I wouldn’t have known. I loved it. I loved his touch. He thrust a finger inside of me and licked. The two movements matched perfectly. My whole body rang like a bell. He reached down and untied my feet, lifting my legs in the air. I gripped the ropes around my wrists and lifted myself to be high enough for his cock. He grabbed my arse and squeezed with all his might. I cried out, lifting my face. His lips landed on my throat, sucking at my tender skin. He buried his cock deep inside of me, pressing my back to the windows and slamming me into them. I griped the ropes and wrapped my legs around him.

The force of it, the sting of the ropes on my wrists and his cock deep in my belly made me cum instantly. The spasm inside of me gripped him. I milked his cock as we shared our most violent orgasm. It had been so sudden and explosive.

Sweat trickled down my back. My sheer gown was ripped from me at some point, as was his shirt from him. The sheen on both our bodies made it so we slipped against each other.

He breathed into my hair, gripping still to my ass with ferocity.

I nodded. “We match, Sire. I see it too.”

He kissed my throat again, grazing his teeth against my skin. “I love you, Ella. I love you in the exact way I am capable.”

I knew then what my destiny was.

The castle was silent and the king was sleeping so deeply, he didn’t move. I slipped from the bed and crept to the washroom. I pulled the letter I had drawn up and the sack I had put together and stashed in a cupboard. I picked Gus up from the box the king had had made for him and slipped from the room. In the doorway I looked back at him. He truly was the most beautiful man. The darkness in him matched mine. But it was like Abbi had told me when I was a girl—we have to choose the kind of person we want to be. We have control over who we are.

Being with the king meant I was always going to be his whore, and I was always going to feed the darkest part of myself. One day he would marry, and I would be left a shell of the woman I had once been.

I couldn’t live with that option.

I turned and ran, holding tightly to Gus as I had when I had run from my house. It had been months, though it felt like years.

I was different.

In some ways that difference was strength and love. I had a sick and twisted love for the king. He filled me up.

But in other ways I had lost the little bit of beauty I had once held. I had hardened in the arms of a harsh man.

Even in the dark I could see it, the void that had become my soul.

I ran down the servants’ stairs and out the back door. I ran into the woods and towards the mountain I had skirted to come there in the first place.

Hot, blinding tears filled my eyes. Every step away from the mad king, my mad king, burned inside of me. The depth of his impact on my heart wasn’t truly ever noticed until I was far enough away that I could breathe again, on my own. I dropped to my knees and sobbed in a puddle of riding skirts and a trembling mouse.

There was a steady type of fear lingering inside of me. One that whispered I might never be the girl I once was. I might never find love that was free of darkness or guilt.

I forced myself up and my feet to run the whole way back to the convent. And again I found myself clutching my friend and sitting on the stairs. I still didn’t have the heart to climb them. The lush forest surrounding me reminded me of the kingdom I had left.

I kissed Gus on the top of the head and stood, walking back the way I had come many months before.

My feet ached but nothing could top the ripping sensation I had in my chest.

I feared I had left my heart in the king’s bed.

I hadn’t imagined it there. We had made an agreement. There was never going to be any love, and yet, we might have both found some by accident.
Even if it was the wrong kind.

My pace slowed as I reached the road to the castle. My feet pulled at me, dragging me to the left. I ended up in the forest I had hidden in when I had left the prince.

I walked the outskirts of the castle until I reached the cottage.

It startled me at first. I didn’t know what to think or say. It was beautiful in a way that only rustic objects could be. I walked slowly to the door and pressed my cold hand against the rough wood. I pushed on the door and slipped inside. The memories the place held
secret,
flooded me. I gasped when I saw them all. It jolted inside of me.

I walked to the bed, sitting very carefully.

It still smelled like him.

“Ella!”

I turned to see his face.

My prince, he stood in the doorway.

He looked different, older maybe. I wondered if I did too.

My lower lip trembled. There were acts I wanted to confess. Words I wanted to say to unburden my heart.

But I just stared into his dark-blue eyes.

“Are you really here?”

I nodded slowly.

“You are not a spirit here to tempt me?”

“With what would I tempt you?”

“Your love.” His lips pressed into a tight line. “You never married him then?”

I scowled. “Who?”

“My cousin?” His eyes were angry and filled with hurt.

“Of course not. Is that what he told you?” I lowered Gus in the sack gently and placed it on the chair. I walked to my prince and took his hand in mine. I kissed his hand softly and closed my eyes. The feel of his warmth was like coming home, though I didn’t have one. He was the closest thing.

“Yes. When I came to take you home, he told me he had married you. I couldn't have you.” He squeezed my hand and wrapped his other arm around me. I started to cry. It was like telling him the thousand horrors I had stored inside of me, but without hurting him with truths he never needed to see.

He wrapped around me, cradling me to him. I could hear his inhales in my hair and his lips on my head.

“Please tell me, you are really here and I have not inexplicably died and this is the last feeling my body will ever have.”

I looked up into his glistening eyes. “I am really here and you are alive.”

He dropped to his knees, pressing his head between my breasts. He took a deep breath. “If he didn't marry you, why didn’t you come sooner?”

“I knew you couldn’t be with me. Your cousin told me that you had tried to give up your kingdom for me—I couldn’t let you. I only came now because I know you are to marry and your kingdom is safe.”

He looked up at me. He shook his head. “My father loved your father. He had to verify the information that you were indeed the long thought dead daughter of Lord Angleton. By the time we learned it was true, you were married to my cousin, the king. My father loves him dearly. He was excited for you.”

“Your father thought I was dead?”

He nodded. “Drusilla has been placed in the dungeon with her children. She lied and told my father you had died many years ago. He was unaware of your life. He agreed we could marry. He knows you are a lady and now that you are not married, we can be.”

My stomach clenched. The king had lied. Of course he had. My mouth dropped open in shock. His face distorted in the tears still lingering in my eyes. I shook my head. “But he said . . . he said. Oh God, I have been such a fool.”

He scooped me up into his arms. “You will marry me then?”

I scowled. “What? What about your bride-to-be?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “My younger brother is to be wed, in a few days. I have no bride. I told my father I would marry only you. I came to this cottage just now to say goodbye to the memories here, in case I died rescuing you. My brother invited our cousin, the king, to his wedding, so I might sneak there and rescue you. And yet, here you are, rescuing yourself.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing with all the might I had. “I will marry you. I will marry you tonight, if I can.”

He kissed my cheek and carried me from the cottage. I shook my head. “Gus. I need Gus.”

He looked confused. I climbed out of his arms and ran for the sack. I picked it up carefully and walked back to him. I pulled Gus out. He gave me a terrified look.

The prince laughed. “This rat is yours?”

I scowled. “He is a mouse and yes, he is mine and I am his. He is the only family I have left.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and looked down on Gus. “He is a fat little mouse.”

I smiled down on Gus. “He is hand fed. He would never make it in the real world.”

We walked into the castle that was filled with people staring at me. I gave my prince a look. “Bethany, my sister, she is not bad. Angelique and their mother are evil, but Bethany is a sweet girl.”

He nodded. “I will have her released.” He walked me to the king who was pouring over maps in the throne room with a group of men. His face lifted. He had a thick, white mustache and red cheeks. His bright-blue eyes lit up when he saw me. “My dear sweet girl, you have found your way home.” He hurried to me and welcomed me into his chubby arms. “I am so sorry, Ella. I had no idea that wretched woman had done that to you. Forgive me.”

I shook my head. “There is nothing to forgive, Your Highness.”

He pulled me back. “No. Your father was my very best friend when I was a lad. I owed him and you far more than that.”

I glanced back at my prince. “I think we are even, Sire.”

He chuckled. “I am just grateful he isn’t mad. We were all a bit worried.”

The prince offered me his hand. “Come. I will show you your quarters. You will stay until we can arrange our wedding.”

I shook my head. “I need to see to my farm, if it’s all the same to you. I have servants there who need to be cared for.”

The king nodded. “I assumed you would want them taken care of. We have been providing them with aid to get it back to the way it was when you were a girl.”

I smiled at him. “I am grateful.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his chubby cheek. He blushed. “Oh now. Go on then.”

The prince and I hurried out to the carriage and rode to my house. I jumped out and ran for the back door. Abbi opened the door, jumping into my arms. We hugged and sobbed. The Middletons ran in from the fields and Gregor hurried to our embrace. We all hugged and sobbed.

Abbi gripped to me so tightly I had to move so Gus didn’t get squished. “You’re alive, mistress.”

I
paused,
no one had called me that ever. I was the mistress of the house. It was my house. The king recognized me as the heir to the house and the lands. The house looked remarkable, like it had when I was a child.

Abbi wiped her eyes. “Did you sort out Miss Bethany?”

I looked back at the prince. He nodded. “She is being delivered back here tonight. When my father was hugging you, I spoke to the head of the guards.”

“Thank you.”

I glanced back at the prince. “I need to go and thank Father John.”

He nodded. “I will wait here for you. I want to see the house.”

Abbi took his arm. “I will show you.”

He nodded and they went into the house together. I grabbed a horse from the barn and jumped on his back. I rode to the small church.

When I got there, Father John was watering a garden to the right of the old building. I jumped down and led my horse to him. “Father!”

He waved when he saw me. “My child, you are well. Look at the blush upon your cheeks and meat on your bones. You have been cared for. I can see it. Like when you were a child.”

I looked down at myself and smiled. For all the cruelties we might have done to each other, the king and I did care. It could never be said we didn't love each other, even in our odd way. I nodded. “I have had an interesting six months.”

“I will not ask. Only be grateful you are well.” He chuckled but then grew very serious. “Did you hear of the great fire at Grey Castle then?”

My jaw dropped. “No.”

He sighed and shook his head, “No survivors.”

I winced. “They died in a fire?”

“I imagine they are both still enduring a fire of sorts. I do not like to speak ill of the dead but they were wicked. I assumed it was the prince or one of his men. The servants said of a man—a dark knight who rode up on a horse, got everyone to leave, apart from the lord and lady of the house. When the servants had fled for the woods, the fire was started. The knight rode off.”

I looked back towards my house and shook my head. “I have not heard, though I am sorry they have died in such a terrible manner. No one deserves such a foul death.”

The priest smiled at me again. “You are a sweet girl, Ella. Don't ever let anyone convince you that you are not.”

I hugged him—it was inappropriate but I had to. “Thank you for my life, Father. You saved me.”

He shook his head. “I did what any man would have done.
A man of God or no.
No one would see someone as lovely as you abused so.”

I climbed back onto my horse. “Thank you again.”

He waved me off.

I rode back to the
house,
curious if the prince knew of the treacherous acts the duke had done to me.

When I got there, he was in the yard again, laughing with Abbi and Gregor. I jumped down and handed the reins to Gregor.

“How is the good Father?”

I gave the prince a deep look. “He has shared something with me, I didn't know. That Grey Castle was burned. Lord and Lady Grey are both dead.”

The prince lowered his head. “Yes, bad news. I had heard.” He didn't look remorseful or mischievous. “But what can you do? At least they weren’t young. Bethany should be here shortly.”

I looked back at Abbi. “Between you two, this place should run fairly smoothly.”

Abbi scoffed. “What—you think the lady of the house doesn’t lift a finger?”

I blushed and looked back at my prince. Abbi’s jaw dropped. “You and he?”

I nudged the prince. “Me and him.”

He smiled wide, his eyes sparkling. He dropped to one knee and held a sparkling red ring out. “Marry me.”

I lifted my dirty hand apologetically. “Sorry.”

He laughed. “We shall have to see that you have more baths.”

I shook my head. “I just need less walking about.”

“And I just need you.” He slid the ring on my finger and everything felt like it fit together.