Taken by Her Prince

He pressed himself deep inside of me and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

I moaned his name as he fucked me. He pinned me down and took me, like an animal claiming his prize. He spanked my ass so hard I knew there’d be bruises and palm prints, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him, every inch of him, every ripped muscle of him. He slammed his cock against me and I bucked my hips back, working my body, sweat dripping off my skin.

All my fear, all my anxiety, it dripped away in layers. None of it matters, none if it clung to me anymore. As he fucked me, as he took me, I felt like it all melted and fell from me.

I let it all go. I let my anger disappear, I let my fear and my desperation disappear.

There was only Steven.

He kissed me over my shoulder, cock buried deep between my legs. He gripped my ass and fucked me raw and right. I worked my hips and slid along his shaft, moans escaping my lips in a loud, staccato rhythm. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop it.

Pleasure bloomed all over my skin.

He thrust faster and let out a growl. His eyes were fire behind me when I looked back. He leaned forward, lips against my ear.

“Every inch of you,” he whispered.

“Steven,” I moaned. “Oh god. Every inch of me.”

“That’s right.” He thrust deep, filled me to the brim, held me there right on the precipice of pure pleasure. “All your agony and your pleasure, it’s all mine to do with what I will. You’ll give it to me, darling, I know you will, sure as you’re sweating there wrapped around my cock, sure as you’re moaning my name, sure as when this is through you’ll lie in my bed and dream about taking me again. Every, single, inch of you.”

I threw back my hair as he fucked me then, wild and without mercy. I couldn’t help the moans spilling from my lips. We worked together and the orgasm burst from between my legs in a massive spray of bliss as I took gasping, intense, gulping breaths to try and keep myself from passing out.

I fell forward, spent and overwhelmed.

But he wasn’t finished with me.

He turned me around, spread my legs, and took me more. He licked my nipples and palmed my breasts as he fucked me. He filled me, ripped into me, and I gasped his name again and again.

And just as I pressed my breasts together for him, he came deep inside my tight pussy. I felt him come, thick and heavy. I stared into his eyes and loved feeling him inside as he slowly slid himself out then collapsed onto the bed.

I snuggled up against him, and could still feel him between my legs.

He pulled me closer and held me tight. We stayed like that, quiet for a little while.

“You’ll stay tonight,” he said.

I nodded and kissed his chest. “Yeah,” I said. “I will.”

“Good.”

He kissed my lips and held me, and that night I fell asleep in his arms.23ColleenI woke up in Steven’s bed, stretched my legs, and rolled onto my side. I reached out to touch his chest with a little smile on my lips.

And found an empty bed.

I sat up, confused for a moment, then saw the clock. It was after nine in the morning, and I’d never seen him sleep past seven since I’d been living with him.

I got up and slipped downstairs in just my bra and underwear. The house was quiet as I tiptoed into my room and shut the door. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into some clean clothes before heading out and down the steps.

The living room and kitchen were empty. I took a deep breath and stood next to the kitchen table. There was a note right in the center, written in black pen in neat blocky letters.

Colleen, got some errands to run. Hope you slept well. You’ll need your stamina when I get home. - S

I smiled a little and touched the paper. The thought of him writing that for me gave my stomach strange butterflies. I felt like a teenager again, like I had the hottest guy in the school crushing after me.

But I had to get ahold of myself.

I took sharp breaths and headed into the kitchen. There was coffee already in the pot and a Post-It note on the counter.

Fresh as of 8:30am. - S

I laughed to myself and poured a tall mug. I could get used to this note thing.

I lingered in the kitchen for a long moment, looking at the scratches in the cabinets, at the marks on the tile floor. I wondered how much of it he’d done himself, or if he bought this place like that. So much of his house felt empty, like he barely spent any time inside of it, like he barely inhabited it. But I could see so much potential.