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  “Good,” he says, standing up and walking away. “I want you to touch yourself while you wait for me.”

  I mutely obey, touching myself as I look over my shoulder to watch him open the box of sex toys he’d brought. He turns around with the gold dildo in his hands. “Have you used this on yourself yet, luv?”

  Arousal rushes through me at the sight of it. “No,” I answer honestly.

  “Did you think about it?”

  “Yes.” I thought about using it. I thought about pressing it against my entrance, thrusting it inside while picturing Albie’s cock inside me.

  That was before I’d had the real thing.

  “I want your ass, Belle,” he says, walking toward me. “Do you trust me completely?”

  “Yes.” The word comes out breathy as my fingers move more quickly over my clit.

  He presses the tip of the dildo against my pussy. “Do you know what’s special about this being gold, Belle?” he asks, as the head of the cock enters me.

  “No,” I moan. The initial shock of the cool metal against my skin gives way as he enters me, heat rushing through me.

  “Metal conducts heat,” he whispers, thrusting it inside me. He’s right. It warms almost immediately, the sensation different from anything I’ve ever felt before. "It vibrates, you know."

  “Oh my God,” I gasp, as he turns it on.

  “But you’re not going to come, luv,” he says. “You’re not going to come from that. Not until I say you can, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Not until I’m inside you completely,” he says, unwrapping a condom. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Reach between your legs, luv,” he says, and I replace my hand with his, holding the dildo in place. “I’m going to leave the piercing in.”

  “Oh fuck.” I don’t realize I’ve spoken the words aloud until I hear Albie chuckle, the sound low in his throat.

  “Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, as he applies a healthy amount of lube to his cock. Behind me, he caresses my ass, and my heart races in anticipation of what he’s going to do.

  “I trust you.” My breath hitches in my throat. We’ve done this before, but not with his piercing, and not like this – on my hands and knees, giving him even more control, the ability to fuck me as deep and as hard as he wants.

  “Good,” he says. The tip of his cock presses against my ass. I can still feel the piercing through the condom as he begins to enter me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Bend down, Belle. Keep fucking yourself, and raise your ass in the air for me.”

  The way he talks is so filthy.

  The things he does to me are so dirty.

  My fingers pressing the dildo into my pussy, I lower myself to the bed. My face presses against the sheets, my ass in the air. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt, the most naked. The most exposed.

  He talks to me as he enters me, his hands caressing the flesh of my ass as he works his cock gently inside me. I wince at the flash of pain that runs through me. The burning sensation that gives way almost immediately to pleasure.

  “Do you like this, Belle?” he asks. “Do you like giving yourself totally to me?”

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as he settles fully inside me, holding my hips tightly against him. I can feel his heavy balls pressed against me, and he’s pressed against me so hard that it holds the dildo in place, pushing it deep inside me.

  “That’s right,” he says, his voice gravely. “You’re mine, Belle. All of you belongs to me, my love.”

  I stroke my clit as he begins to move inside me, slowly and gently, taking his time with my ass, his hands gripping my waist as he holds me against him. The dildo slides in and out of me with every thrust of his into my ass, building up a steady rhythm as I adjust to him.

  It seems like he fucks me forever. I whimper, asking him if I can come, barely able to hang onto my sanity as he takes me in every way.

  “I’ll tell you when you can come, luv,” he whispers. “Not yet.”

  Not yet.

  Even when I’m on the edge, every cell in my body screaming for release. Even when I stroke my clit more furiously, knowing that I’m only bringing myself closer to the edge but denying myself the pleasure of crashing over it. Even as he talks to me, telling me how tight I am, how I squeeze his cock so very well.

  Even when I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, frustration at being so close. “Please, Albie,” I whine. “Make me come. I’m begging.”

  Then Albie cries out, without his usual warning, without the “come for me” I’m waiting for. He utters a long, loud, guttural cry from deep in his throat as he thrusts deeply into my waiting ass, his cock throbbing.

  Knowing he’s coming pushes me over the edge. I don’t hold back, and I don’t try to be quiet. I cry out his name as I come, wave after wave of sweet release washing over me, obliterating my awareness of anything else in the world.

  I’m not sure how long it is before either of us speak. I think I might have lost my ability to articulate anything. When I unclench my eyes, my pussy still throbbing. Albie is still inside me, holding me tightly against him. He reaches for me, drawing me up until my back is flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He nuzzles my neck with his lips pressed against my skin. “God, I love you.”

  I breathe in deeply, settling against him where I belong. “I love you too, Albie.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  Belle

  It’s been two days since everything happened. We made it two days in the hotel room in Budapest before King Leopold had Royal Intelligence round up all of us and escort us directly to the palace.

  Albie and I got a royal ass-chewing from his father. His father was more concerned with the fact that we ran off to Budapest accompanied by our bodyguards than with the fact that Albie and I were together. The royal PR team was more concerned with the fact that we basically issued a public statement un-vetted by anyone.

  In the past two days, videos of Albie and I at the restaurant have gone viral. One of them was viewed over eight million times.

  The cat is officially out of the bag.

  We’re supposed to do an interview on a television show tomorrow. And I should be terrified. The old Belle would be anxious and afraid. Except that I’m not. The way Albie stood in front of everyone that night, holding my hand as he told people how he felt about me – unrehearsed and speaking from the heart – gave me a confidence in us I didn’t know I could have.

  And it turns out that the video struck a chord with people. Most of the public response has been positive.

  My mother’s response, on the other hand…

  She stands in my room now with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for my explanation.

  But I’m not going to give her one.

  This time, I’m standing up to her.

  “This is going to happen, whether you like it or not,” I say, watching her expression harden. “And the thing is, it’s not that big of a deal after all. Ask your PR team. People just aren’t as scandalized as you think. I’m sorry about the timing. I’m sorry this happened before your wedding. But you brought that part on yourself.”

  Her jaw drops. “Isabella Kensington, how dare you suggest that I had anything to do with you and that boy sneaking around –“

  Suddenly Albie is that boy.

  “You invited Derek to the charity event!” I say, my voice rising. I’ve never dared to yell at her before, but suddenly I’ve found my voice. “You tried to get me to take back my cheating dirtbag ex-fiancé, but you balk at the idea of Albie and I – a man who loves me, completely and entirely – being together?”

  “It’s unseemly,” she says.

  I shrug, because I don’t care. “I guess you’d better get comfortable with a royal scandal, then,” I say. “Because you can either be okay with it or disown me. It’s really your choice.”

  “Isabella Kensington, if your father were alive to see –“