Chapter Three
I'd dozed off only an hour before my maidens came into the room to wake me up. I didn't even want to open my eyes and face the day. Marrying Damien meant my whole life was going to change, and I wasn't sure if that was for the best or worse.
I wanted to cry when I noticed one of the maidens was Susan. I watched her approach me cautiously, the way she would've, had she been dealing with the royals. I wasn't a royal. I was a maiden, but that didn't matter to her now. She was only doing her job and treating me as a queen-to-be.
"Your highness," she said, curtsying respectfully.
"Susan, call me by my name," I demanded of her, hating how I already sounded like a queen bossing around my maidens.
"Yes, your highness," Susan said, keeping her eyes lowered respectfully.
"Stop that," I demanded. "If I am to be your queen, you are to listen to me over the law. Call me by my name, and do not cast your eyes downward when talking to me. Understand?"
"Yes, your…" Susan glanced up at me, unsure of herself. "Ana."
"Nothing has changed."
"Everything has changed,"
"Not between us," I assured her.
"You're marrying the enemy. You will be my queen. If you think I could ever look at you the same way, you are wrong."
"I didn't ask for this," I argued.
"And yet, you have accepted it. You have made it your truth."
"What would you do, if you were in my situation, Susan? What would you do if you were faced with the option to run, or stay and try to change him?" Susan laughed at my statement.
"I get it. By marrying him, you hope to make him good and affect his choices. Do you really think you can tame him, Ana? Because if you do, you'll be the dumbest queen to have ever lived." Susan quickly met my eyes and then covered her mouth, as if regretting her words. "Forgive me if I've overstepped my boundaries."
"It's okay," I said quietly.
"We have two hours to prepare you for your wedding," the second maiden said, quickly moving toward my wardrobe. "He was very specific on your look and I'd hate to be even a fraction off. The Black King isn't one to disappoint."
"Right," Susan said, backing away from where I stood to join the second maiden. "Let's get this over with."
Two hours had passed by painfully slow as I tortured myself with wondering if I was wrong in going through with the marriage. What would happen if I opposed? Would he kill me? What good would that do to the kingdom, if the only person he trusted was dead? Susan couldn't see the whole picture. She'd never understand that amount of weight on my shoulders. My mother believed in me, she was the one who suggested I go through with it. My mother was never wrong about anything. There was also another fact. I'd seen how Damien changed in the last moments of sex. I saw the beast leave him; I'd seen the tenderness in his eyes. There was hope in bringing him back.
"Well?" Susan asked from behind me. I'd been standing in front of the walls length mirror, staring at myself without really seeing myself. I had been lost in my own thoughts, but Susan's voice pulled me back to reality. I took in the sight of a girl who wasn't quite me. She was beautiful and elegant. She looked as if she belonged in the stunning white gown encrusted in diamonds, with a tale longer than the dress itself. Her hair was pinned back, and on top of her head rested a beautiful silver crown, much like the one the previous queen wore, but more simple, more her.
In that moment, I felt strong and sure of myself. I wasn't going to be a frightened maiden any longer. That time had come and gone. I'd entered into a new era of my life, and I needed to embrace it with open arms. I smiled at myself in the mirror, feeling butterflies for the first time. It was my wedding day, and I was supposed to be happy. I would at least allow myself of day of happiness.
"You look stunning," the second maiden said, nodding approvingly. "Out of all the queens I'd seen in my lifetime, and that's four queens, I've never seen one as beautiful as you. You will be brave and you will be a queen to remember for generations to come."
Hers words touched my heart and before I knew it, I was pulling her in for a hug. I needed those words of encouragement. I needed to know someone else didn't see my decision as a weak choice.
My double doors pulled open as two guards, dressed in formal uniforms bowed and stood to the side, awaiting my exit. The music from the ballroom flooded my room and replaced all of the tension between Susan and I. The second maiden turned back to me and smiled, reassuringly.
"It is time."
Both of my maidens moved to the back of me and lifted up the back of my dress so that I'd be able to walk to the ballroom easier.
We began to make our way down the hallway, and I felt nothing but butterflies and anticipation. As we neared the ballroom, I began seeing the guest as they entered through the castle door and curtsying as they saw me pass. I remembered to keep my head held high, and to walk with a certain type of grace I'd learned from watching the previous queen walk through the passageways. I could tell by the guest's approving nods that I was a sight to see.
We'd made it to the closed entryway, where two guards stood. I was told to wait patiently, as the ceremony was just about to begin. The music changed to the familiar wedding tune, and the double doors opened to the ballroom.
I was amazed to see the transformation of the ballroom into a beautiful, all white wedding ceremony only in just a day. I hadn't expected to see so many guests dressed in fancy gowns and suits, all standing to their feet in my honor. I began to walk down the aisle, nodding graciously at them the way a queen would do. I then focused ahead of me, and saw Damien, the only person dressed in all black, standing next to an older preacher. The sight of Damien staring intently at me as I made my way toward him caused my breath to quicken. I could see it in his eyes, the darkness that lay there, just waiting to officially claim me, and I knew as I reached his side and turned to face the preacher that I wouldn't be marrying Damien. I'd be marrying the Black King.
Two hours later, I stood in the middle Damien's layer, waiting for him to undress me. He took his time, manually locking the double doors and drawing each curtain closed. Eventually he turned toward me and watched me with low, calculating eyes. In that moment, I wished I knew what he was thinking.
"You are now my wife, my other half. How does that make you feel, my queen."
"It lets me know that you have the ability to love." I explained which caused Damien to laugh.
"I didn't marry you for love, Ana."
"Then why did you marry me?" I asked, watching him as he began to draw near.
"I've already told you why, sweet Ana," Damien said, coming up behind me and kissing my neck. "You're the only one I can trust, and I can't seem to get enough of you." His nose grazed my neck, making me shiver. "You smell so sweet. So naturally sweet and intoxicating. The more I turn you on, the stronger your smell gets. And down there…" Damien touched my vagina through my dress. "…smells the sweetest. I can play you like a fine tune. All I have to do is touch the right spot…" Damien lowered my strapless gown and pulled on my nipple, causing me to gasp. "…and you begin to make music."
He married me to control me, to have his way with me whenever he desired, and to keep someone close who he could actually trust. Damien was incapable of love, and I'd been all wrong. I wouldn't be able to control him through love, I could only control him by playing him at his own game and hopefully win. I spun around to face him and pushed him a few inches away. His eyesbrows shot up as a smirk played on his mouth. His amusement angered me even more. I hated dealing with the beast.
"I refuse to be your sex slave," I spat. "If I am your queen, I will be your equal."
"Is that so?" he asked me with a challenging smile on his face.
"Yes," I responded fiercely. Damien bit his lip and took a step toward me, closing the gap between us.
"Any other requests, my queen?"
"Not at the moment," I responded, with my head held high. Damien nodded as his face grew serious.
"I'll grant you those two wishes. And since you would like to be my equal, today I'm going to let you do all of the fucking while I sit back and enjoy your control."
I blinked in shock at his willingness to get me control but I wasn't going to question it. I had control, and the idea turned me on, and I wanted to show him just how fierce I could be.
I pushed Damien toward the bed and then began ripping off his jacket, shirt, and then tie. Once his chest was bare, I began running my hands up and down it, biting both nipples and making my way up to his neck, and sucking roughly. Damien gasped as his hands reached around my waist, pulling me close. I quickly removed his hands and backed away.
"You don't get to touch, your majesty," I told him, and picked his tie up from the ground. "Give me your hands." Damien's wicked grin drove me wild as he obeyed me and lifted both hands so that I could tie them up. I took the rest of the tie and tied it to the railing behind his head.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and I looked down at him with my own wicked smile.
"Taking control, and when I'm in control, you address me as your queen."
"Yes, my queen," Damien said, enjoying the way I was talking to him. I could tell by how husky his voice was getting.
The rope was tied as tight as I could manage, and knew, without a doubt, that he wouldn't be able to get loose, even if he pulled with all of his might. I sat back, staring at him tied to his bed, feeling victorious. He'd hate what I was about to do next, but he'd learn not to underestimate me.
"Lesson one," I said, getting off of the bed while leaving him lying there. "When I'm in control, I'm in control." I began walking toward his double doors to leave, laughing softly.
"What?" Damien asked, his voice going high. "Where are you going? You're going to leave me like this?"
"For as long as it takes to make you take me seriously," I told him, and shut the double doors quietly behind me. I greeted the guards and quickly made my way just a few steps down the hall, to my own room.
I shut my doors behind me, laughing wildly, and turned around, bumping right in to Damien. The sight of him made me jump away, but he quickly grabbed me, pulling me deeper into my room. I could see the wildness in his eyes, wilder than I'd ever seen them. I knew he was going to take me how he wanted me, and it would be unlike anything I'd experienced so far.
"Even when you think you're controlling a situation with me, you aren't. I'm always in control, my sweet Ana. That's just the way it is, so you better get used to it. I am your king. Now get on your knees."
I did as he asked, and getting down on my knees and staring up at him, watching as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his long, hard cock.
"Suck it," he demanded.
"What?"
"Make your king happy and suck his cock," Damien repeated, pushing my face toward his cock. I grabbed a hold of it, and placed the tip in it in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, as I'd never done it before, but I started to suck on it, looking up at his expression for approval. Damien began moving my head back and forth over his cock as I continued to suck. He then pushed it down my throat, causing me to gag. I tried to push away, but he was too strong. He pushed it down my throat an inch deeper before pulling it all the way out and repeating.
He finally let go of my head, and I pulled away, coughing and gasping for air, hoping he wouldn't do it again. I didn't like the feel of his cock down my throat. Damien laughed at me and then picked me up from the floor, carrying me over to my bed and standing me on my feet. He unzipped my dress and pulled it off of me in less than a second. He then unsnapped my strapless bra and tossed it to the side.
"Get on your knees and bend over," he demanded. When I didn't move quickly enough, he pushed me onto the bed and I naturally fell into his desired position. He grabbed a hold of my hips and pushed his cock inside of me with no mercy. I screamed out in shock, still sore from losing my virginity, and gripped on to my comforter for support. Damien grabbed my pinned up hair and pulled my head back, fucking me fiercely. With his other hand, he began rubbing on my clit.
I could do nothing but scream as my orgasm built up deep inside of me, threatening to be just as strong as my last one had been. Damien wouldn't let up, pounding into me relentlessly and wildly, fucking me like our lives depended on it.
"My queen," he said in a grunt, and those two words threw me over the edge. My body collapsed onto the bed, mid-orgasm, but Damien quickly pushed his way back inside of me, riding out the rest of my contractions as I cried out in pleasure. The orgasm was so strong that I was literally crying and shaking uncontrollably.
"Oh fuck," Damien whispered as he turned my limp and recovering body over. He spread my legs and gently reentered my vagina, fucking me softly, while kissing my neck.
"Breathe, Ana," he said softly as he kissed away my tears and rubbed my hair. I obeyed and took my first breath since my life-shattering orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw my Damien sweetly staring down at me, and I knew that in that moment, I had managed to tame the beast.
Damien wrapped his arms around me, and held me close as he kissed me. I moaned as he continued to fuck me with slow and calculated strokes. He then began to move in a circular motion, hitting every inch of my walls as I cried out again. It felt so good, so right.
"Right there, your majesty," I said, hoping he wouldn't stop, and he didn't. He kept pushing inside of me in a circular motion, and I felt another orgasm instantly rip through my body. This orgasm was less intense but just as pleasurable. "I'm coming again," I moaned into his ear, causing him to growl and speed up. Eventually, his own body began to shake, and he grabbed ahold of my face, staring me deeply in my eyes, unlike any other time he'd fucked me. And then he came, wildly. Each vulnerable moan was like music.
For the first time, I felt as if we were one soul, one body, moving together in a passionate dance. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me as he emptied himself inside of me in five short strokes. He then collapsed on top of me, and in that position, we both feel asleep as husband and wife…king and queen…beauty and beast.