Kidnapping the King

The Library

"What is this?" Emilia said.

"William couldn't make it." He grinned.

"I'm going to the gardens, good night Grant!" She said, spinning on her heel.

"He won't be there, but you can try." He laughed.

She turned back around. "Why is that?"

"I put him on night patrol this evening." He cackled.

"What? He never told me he was cancelling." She said, growing impatient.

"Yeah, about that." He said holding the rose out to her. "I intercepted his message."

She ignored the rose. "What have I said about trying to control me?"

He set the rose on a nearby table and looked at her darkly. 

"And what have I said about showing you what it really feels like?" He said.

"No Grant not again." She said, reaching for the door and opening it.

But he was there in an instant behind her, slamming the door shut and promptly locking it. He reached his arms around to the front of her and cupped her breast.

"Undress immediately." He whispered.

"Or what?" She said, her voice hoarse.

"Or I will be forced to tie you down." He grunted. He spun her around and slung her over his shoulder, making her yelp.

"You know." He said. "I had planned something romantic. The lanterns. The rose. I even have a dinner on it's way."

Emilia landed with a soft thud on a plush red coach. She tried to get up but he pushed her back down and slid on top of her again.

He shook his head. "But no, you had to do this. Had to make it difficult."

The dark look in his eyes made Emilia grow moist. She had seen those eyes before and knew exactly what he wanted. She laid for a moment, instead of resisting, curiosity coursing through her. He remained straddled on top of her but reached beneath the couch. He pulled a chain from the ground that was connected to the leg of the couch.

"Don't you dare Grant!" She yelled and tried to sit up. He pushed her back down and shook his head.

"Naughty girl. Listen to your King." He said sternly. 

"I told you to stop with the controlling thing." She said, trying to sit up again.

"You like it." He smiled and spun her around so her face was pushed into the couch. He slipped his hand under her skirt and felt her opening. "You're soaking wet."

He pulled her skirts up to reveal her bare ass. His groin tightened at the sight of it. He swung his hand back and it landed against her skin with a loud whack. Emilia yelped and he leaned down to her ear.

"Will you listen to me now naughty girl?" He said. He nibbled on her ear.

"Make me." She said, her voice husky.

He spun her around and reached down for the chains. He clipped them onto her hands and feet. She pulled against them and could feel them pulling against her skin. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

"You are perfection." He whispered.

He kissed along her neck and then leaned back. 

"No need for this." He said motioning to her dress. "Don't move." He pulled a dagger from his sheath and immediately cut along the length of her dress. Emilia squealed in shock and then he ran the knife along her chemise. Grant stood and pulled on the material, leaving her completely naked. Then he stripped down naked and stood before her, his erection at it's peak. He looked like a God to her with his lean muscles and flawless skin.