Into the Azure: A Fantasy Bad Boy Romance (8 page)

“What’s my name?” He growled into my ear as he grabbed my hips so hard I was sure they were going to shatter underneath his grip. “W-W-What?!” I cried, not sure what he was talking about. He picked up his hand off my waist and brought it crashing down onto my ass, the slap sending an echo through the courtyard. I screamed in pain as I nearly fell to the bed. He grasped me by my hips and pulled me up, pressing the tip of his cock against my pussy, as if he was ready to break me at any second. “I said,” He pressed his tip inside of me, stretching me out and holding it there, right in my entrance, I let out a small cry. “What’s my name?” He Hissed again, his throbbing head pushing my hole apart. “M-m-Master??” I stuttered, not wanting to fall underneath the blow of his mighty hand again. He patted the back of my head with his hand, “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. He grabbed me by the hips and braced his legs behind me, I felt him pull back, and then with one mighty thrust he shoved his entire mass inside of me. I screamed as loud into the mattress, trying to muffle the sounds of my anguish. I was sure that he had broken me, had shattered my hips, broken my pelvis. I jumped up and down wildly trying to get away from him. His cock too large for me to handle all at once. I moaned and bucked up and down, trying to get at least an inch of space in between us, the fullness of his throbbing cock feeling like it was suffocating me. I grabbed at the mattress and tried pulling myself forward with all of my might, but he held on to my hips tenaciously.

“Oh my god!” I cried, “You’re too much, it’s too much!!” I heard him laughing behind me as he watched me struggle beneath him. He let my hips go for a brief moment and I pulled myself away from him, trying to ease myself off of him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He rasped and pulled me back onto him, smashing his waist up against my ass, filling me again and sending my head slamming into the mattress.

“Oh god!” I cried again.

He pulled himself back slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, I felt the release of pressure as he pulled back further and further. He stroked my ass with his hand, and slowly began pushing his cock back inside of me. This time it was feeling less painful, I felt my juices begin to pour out of me. He repeated the same motion over and over again, slowly, rocking himself back and forth, building up the pressure inside of me. Back and forth, slowly, I could feel his cock begin to twitch and throb and felt his knees begin to tremble. He began to move his hips faster and I felt my stomach begin to turn. I felt my body begin to shake as he quickened his pace, back and forth, letting me feel all off him. My clit began to throb as my body began to shake I felt my massive orgasm begin to overflow as my entire body shook. He thrust down hard onto me, sending me crashing into the bed, he pushed his entire cock inside of me and I felt him explode in a hot wave. I felt my entire body give out beneath him as I wracked with orgasm. I felt his warm cum spilling out of my hold, still pumping more and more as he slowed his thrust. I twitched and moaned as I laid on my stomach, both of our juices leaking out of me and onto the bed. He breathed heavily against me for a minute, his head in my hair. He remained inside of me until he caught his breath. He placed his hand on the side of the bed and slowly eased himself out of me, I moaned as I felt him exit.

I turned over to my side and held my aching pussy. He buttoned himself up and sat on the bed next to me, placing his arm on my hips, stroking my bare skin. I breathed heavily in and out, feeling his cum still seeping out of me.

He stood up from the bed and pulled on his tight, leather uniform, straightening it, making himself look professional. He reached over to me and took me by the arm, lifting me off of the bed. My knees were wobbly as I stood to my feet. I grasped onto his side so I didn’t fall to the ground. He took the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head, revealing my naked body. He braced me with his arm as he threw the black linen dress on the table.

“So beautiful,” He whispered as he looked over my body, still shaking from orgasm.

He took the top cover of the blankets and pulled them back, then slipped his arms around me, picked me up and placed me on the bed, which seemed much softer than I had expected. I placed my head on the pillow as he drew the covers up to my chin and padded them down around me, tucking me in tightly. He took his hand and stroked my hair for a moment, his eyes smiling. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

“Sleep now,” He muttered into my ear, “sleep now, I will come get you in the morning.”

I nodded my head and curled up deeper into the blankets. He stroked my head a few more times before he lifted himself from the bed and made his way to the door. He went for the doorknob but then noticed my dress laying on the table. He walked over and took the heavy linen cloth in his hands, folding the material gently, making sure every crease lined up.

He reached for the lantern by the door and turned it down so that it was nothing but a flicker. I could barely make out his silhouette in the darkness. For a moment I let my eyes adjust and I could just see him in the moonlight that was pouring through the window. He stood there staring at me for a moment before opening the door.

“Goodnight,” He said stiffly. “Goodnight,” I whispered back. He stepped out of the house, the door creaking closed behind him. I watched through the window and could see him walking in the dark blue moonlight. His tall black shadow moving slowly and deliberately through the courtyard, his form casting shapes on the castle walls. I listened to the sounds of his footsteps as he disappeared out of my field of vision and out into the darkness. I listened until I heard his footsteps completely disappear, then I threw the blankets off of me and laid there, naked in my new bed with the moonlight dancing off of my body. Why had it felt so wrong to let the guard ravish me like that? I had enjoyed every second, even though he was a rough creature. Why did I have this almost magnetic draw towards the king. He was a brute; he had burned that poor girl’s face when all she wanted to do was get away from his kingdom. I wanted him wildly, more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything else in my entire life. I craved him the way failing actresses craved stardom, more than the castaway craves company. My want for him was a primal urge, something I was not in control of. I should have wanted my guard; I should have been worshiping him. He was the one that saved me, the one that pulled me away from the madness and carried me off to someplace safe. Not only someplace safe, but someplace where I was at least treated with a little bit of respect.

I shuddered thinking about what may have happened to the other passengers on that day. I rolled over onto my side and half covered myself with the blankets. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else but the king, but alas, I could not. I rolled over onto my back and looked out of the window and at the moonlight. I vowed in that second that I would do anything to have my King.

I gazed out of the carriage window as I watched the guards talk, as they spoke I was sure it was about me. They pointed at the window of the carriage and laughed, the inflection of their voices going up and down, as if they were doing some kind of impression.

“Assholes,” I muttered to myself, half embarrassed. I saw the carriage guard give the other guards what looked like an order with his hands and they saluted each other, then the two rushed off towards the castle. The carriage guard then turned to the cabin and stared at me through the windows.

I felt a shudder go straight through my body. He wouldn’t dare harm me, I told myself, the king would have him killed if he laid a hair on my head, or so I hoped. The carriage guard jumped up the steps of the cabin and flung open the door, making me curl up into a defensive ball, afraid of what he might do next. I laid there with my hands shielding my face and my knees pulled up to my chest, my body slightly exposed from the falling blanket. I shook and waited for what he was to do next.

I looked up at him, he stood there leaning into the cabin, his cold grey eyes staring at me steadily as the cold wind whipped through the cabin. He lifted up his hand and extended it towards me, almost in a helping manner. I hesitated for a second before I reached for my blanket, wrapped it around myself as if it were a towel and took his hand. He pulled me up from my seat and gently helped me down the cabin stairs. The cobblestone was cold and hard underneath my feet. My muscles felt weak from not having walked for two weeks and I struggled to hold myself up. The guard held me up against him as I steadied myself. He put his giant arm around my waist and began to lead me towards the castle. I held on to him, scared that my weak legs were going to give out from beneath me at any second. He pulled me up to his side, practically carried me into the castle. He held up his one arm and pushed open the massive wooden doors. I looked around, the ceiling above us must have been about 30 feet high, and had been painted not unlike the Sistine Chapel. How strange I thought as the guard held me and called down the long hallway that was illuminated by long, ivory colored candles that seemed to burn on endlessly.

Why on earth would they have the ceiling of their castle painted like this? I wondered to myself. I had been puzzled by their world around me the whole short time I had been in it. It did seem as though they had taken the most divine things from earth and moved them into their dimension. The colors of the hills, the luminescence of the sunrise and sunset, the tall perfect castles. Even the way the king looked was like something out of a fairy tale. Or the way the Prince had looked, so perfect, and then sad, and then crushed.

I felt my heart begin to sink when I thought of him. I wondered what had triggered his father to act in such a way, why he would do that to his own son. How had the prince disobeyed him? Was it something as punishable as taking the one he had “Chosen” away? I stared up at the ceiling and wondered if it had all just been for the best, if I were just better off being with the king and not some delinquent prince that was liable to get us both in hot water. I heard the sound of light feet trudging down the dark hallway. I peered ahead and saw 4 human girls come running up to the guard. They looked all about them, almost like frightened dog. The guard barked orders at them and they flinched at every inflection of his voice. They were clothed in ill-fitted dirty, cream colored linen dresses, their hair was tied up in messy buns and on their feet they wore what I could best describe as sacks. I looked through the darkness as they stood just far away from the guard and I so I could not get a proper look at them. They held their heads down and tried not to make eye contact with him or I.

Is this what I have been sent here to become? I asked myself.

What have they done to these poor girls to make them act like frightened animals? They cowered and shook, it was almost too painful to look at. I wanted to shove the guard to the ground as he held me and yelled at them. I wanted to push him down and stomp on his stupid masked face. I wanted to run up and embrace the poor girls, I wanted to tell them that it was all going to be OK, that I knew the king and I would take care of us no matter what. I wanted to tell them that they didn’t need to cower, they could stand up tall and look this veil creature in his cold, grey eyes. I wanted to tell them not to be frightened.

The guard yelled one last order at them and they all jumped, looking as if they all were going to have one collective heart attack. The guard the turned to me, putting both of his hands on my shoulders and looked at me, his eyes almost apologetic.

“Excuse me for my yelling, ma ’me, sometimes it is just the only way to get through to the slaves.” I could see him smiling through his mask.

“Now, if you just follow them, they will start a bath and you may wash and get dressed. The slave master will be with you shortly to give you further instructions, is this understood?”

I wanted to spit in his face, I wanted to scream, but all I did was smile weakly and nod.

“Very well then, enjoy your bath.” He said, patting me on the shoulder. He screamed one last order at the girls and they all jumped to work in unison. Two of them grabbed me by the arms and led me down the long, dark hallway, practically dragging me on my feet. “Excuse me,” I stared as they clenched my arms, “but what are your names?” In the darkness I could see all of the girls look at each other and then stare at the tallest one who walked a couple paces ahead of us. The tall one looked back and shook her head at them, as if to say “Do not speak to her, she is with them.”

I wanted to start explaining myself to them, to tell them that I was not dangerous and I had happened by here by chance, not by choice, but before I could even get the words out the tall girl produced a massive ring of keys from her pocket and flung open a small wooden door.

They all scampered inside, dragging me with them. The tall one gave me a small wooden chair and pushed me down into it. The other girls scampered behind many rows of velvet and I could hear the sound of running water. I looked around the room and noticed that there was much artwork hanging on the walls around me, some of the most popular pieces on earth; Da Vinci, Monet, Van Gogh, Escher. I looked at the floor and noticed that it was made from shiny black marble, unlike the rest of the castle. The room itself almost seemed like some kind of Roman Goddesses bathhouse. I tried to peer through the velvet curtains to see what the girls were up to. I tried to remember if I had seen them on the plane that day, but from the way that they had understood what the guard was say I was guessing that they had been here for much longer than that.

A thick smell of roses began to fill the air and I lifted my head and inhaled the sweet perfume. The room began to fog and cloud with steam as I could hear my bath becoming full. Whatever they were doing behind there seemed wonderful, and I felt entirely guilty for being so excited about my bath.

As I smelled the sweet air, two of the girls came running out from behind the drapes. They took me in either arm and brought me behind the curtain. The bathroom was even more luxurious than I had imagined; There were pots and vases filled with roses all over the room, and the bathtub was made of the same marble as the floor and resembled a small pool more than it did a bath. I felt one of the girls reach for the blanket I had wrapped myself in. I patted her on the back in a way that said I could do it myself, trying again to reassure them. I unwrapped the blanket from my body and turned to hand it to the girl next to me. I looked down at her face and almost jumped back when I saw the large scar that ran across her face and blinded her in one eye. I tried not to jump or look appalled, but the way she looked at the ground and shuffled away, her hair in her face trying to hide her deformity made me think that this had not been a wound that she had had for very long, this was something fresh and something she was ashamed of.

As I watched the poor thing scamper through the curtains with my blanket I felt horrible. I looked down at the bathwater. It had fresh rose petals floating in the crystal clear water, vapors rising from the hot liquid. The tall girl came up to me and took me by the hand and lead me up the small marble stairs that led to the tub. I stepped gently onto them as the warmth burnt my tender feet. I dipped my one toe gently into the bathwater, then submerged my foot, taking all of the time in the world before I finally stepped in, biting my bottom lip as the hot water almost burnt my skin. I held onto the tall girls’ hand as I steadied myself into the tub. I eased myself down and let the soothing, rose scented water pour over my entire body. I let out a sigh as I sat down on the bottom of the marble tub, its stone warm against my bare skin. For a moment I became lost in the soothing feeling of the water. All I could think about was how good it felt, how magnificent it smelled, and how in that moment I was the luckiest girl in the wo-, well in the Azure.

I leaned my head back against the hard marble edge of the tub when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I looked up to see that it was the girl with the facial scars, I sat up wanting to ask her what it was that she wanted, but all she did was produce a soft, cotton, towel and placed it where my neck was. She took her filthy hand and leaned my head back against it. I felt my heart sink for her. She didn’t want my neck to be uncomfortable against the sharp edges of the marble.

Before she could get away I grabbed her hand. She jumped and looked terrified, her one good eye darting around the room wildly, as if she were in actual danger if I touched her.

“No, no..” I whispered to her in a soothing voice not wanting her to be scared. Her eye continued to dart around the room, I took my other hand and placed it on hers, rubbing them trying to calm her.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her, not wanting anyone to hear us.

The girl looked up at me and for a moment I could have sworn I almost saw a smile come across her face. I examined her features and could see that at one time she had been a great beauty. I tried to not look at her for too long for the fear of her getting self-conscious. I just rubbed her hands and said thank you one last time before the tall one came from behind the curtains and motioned her out of the room.

I eased myself back into the water and allowed myself to slip back into my own head. Back home I hadn’t even owned a bathtub, all I had was a stand-up shower and was happy enough to have that. The only time I had taken a bath was when I had visited my family at Christmas time every season, and even then it was a stressful bath. My father would eventually begin yelling about how I was going to run the house out of hot water, my mom would yell at him for being an ass, they would yell at each other for yelling at the one time of year when I was actually home. I would slide down under into the tub that had the signature yellow ring around it and throw a few more cheap, cinnamon smelling, plastic balls into the Luke warm water. I would sit in there until my fingers became pruned or the water became actually cold, whichever came first. I would towel off and hear one of my parents begin to sing some old Christmas tune, their singing voices flat and out of tune. I remembered how at those times I just wanted to go back to my apartment and be by myself, how I loathed the holidays and anything that involved family all together.

I would give up everything, and then some, just to hear them sing out of tune just one last time. I felt the tears begin to stream down my face and into the water as I reminisced about my life back on earth. My heart ached to go back, to see my parents and my coworkers. I sucked in deeply through my nostrils and drew in the thick rose fragrance. I pulled myself together and vowed to not ever cry about my life back on earth until I knew I had a way back, until then I was just going to have to learn how to adapt and try to find a way out, not waste my time on crying over something that might be impossible.

I leaned my head back and readjusted the towel behind my head when I heard the wooden door slam open. I heard all of the slave girls squeal and then the sound of a heavy metal pot being thrown around. I twisted my head back and tried to see what all of the commotion was, all I heard was a voice. “WHERE THE HELL ARE MY LINENS??!!!” The voice howled, its tone harsh and unkind. “WAS IT YOU THAT TOOK THEM?!!” I heard her screech again, something in my brain began to click. “WAS IT YOU THAT TOOK THEM FREAK SLAVE??!!” The voice bellowed. Through the bottom of the curtains I could see that the scared girl had been knocked to her knees and saw a heeled brown leather boot kick her straight in the stomach. The scared girl gaped trying to reclaim her breath as I saw the foot draw back for another blow. Without even thinking and using all of my might I pushed myself out of the tub and landed on the floor. “STOP IT!” I screamed to the unknown woman. I stumbled to my feet. “STOP IT RIGHT NOW OR I’LL TELL THE KING!!” I ran for the curtains and was about to grab at them when they were suddenly draw back. What I saw before me, nearly made me faint. “EVA???!!!” I screamed, my face only 10 inches from hers. “IZZY??!!” She bellowed.

I ran into her arms, naked and wet and embraced her as hard as I could. I felt her collapse to the ground, and I fell with her. Crying and sobbing we held each other on the marble floor, not an inch of space left between us. She held me and I held her, both of us looking into each other’s eyes, then shaking our head and embracing again. It was the happiest moment of my life.