Chapter 4
Finn
We're staying in a hotel. It was expensive as fuck, but I wasn't about to let a princess stay in a run-down motel. The crappy room her fake mother had her set up in was bad enough. She only deserves the best.
But Sophie's starting to question her own identity. I'm not sure she believes me, so I need to solidify her trust in me. There's no way I'm letting her go.
At first, she was my ticket to freedom. If I kidnapped her, I would be maybe be pardoned. If not, I'd spend the rest of my life in hiding. I am an ex-convict after all, and I escaped. The penalty for that is death. I convinced myself if I got Sophie to safety, her parents would pardon me for bringing their long-lost daughter back to safety.
But the moment I laid eyes on her, my plan fell apart. Because Sophie is the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life breeding. There's no question about it - she's meant to be mine. Her parents are just going to have to accept it... or else.
"I'm hungry," Sophie whines, pulling on her dress.
"No, you're not," I growl, pushing her back on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking care of my princess."
"Finn, don't," she breathes.
"You're going to eat my cum, baby," I growl, my cock already throbbing.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Open up, princess."
"But, the food," she breathes. "I want to order some room service. And we already did this today... Twice."
She flushes as I laugh. "Spoiled, are we? Fine, we can get some room service. But your dessert is my dick."
She swallows thickly and nods, eyes wide. I make the call downstairs, a devious plan forming in my mind.
"The room service is on the way," I announce. "It'll be here in about ten minutes."
"Perfect," Sophie mutters, sitting up and reaching for her bag.
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom," she huffs. "To freshen up."
"Don't take too long," I warn.y
"Why not?"
"I can't be away from you for too long, princess."
"That's a little clingy," she sighs and I laugh. If she thinks I'm clingy, she's in for a nasty surprise. Once I put a ring on her finger, she's never leaving my side again.
"I'm a little possessive," I growl.
"I can tell."
"Get in the fucking shower," I hiss. "Be thorough. Your body needs to be nice and clean for when I fuck your asshole."
She freezes and blinks, her cheeks flushing pink.
"What?"
"You heard me," I mutter, pushing her toward the bathroom.
"No."
"Yes," I growl.
"But, Finn," she whines, her voice shaky.
"I can't resist your gorgeous little ass," I groan, grabbing her waist and grinding against her. "I have to fuck you there."
"But it's-"
"Tight," I finish for her. "I know."
"But-"
"Get in the shower, princess." I wink at her. "Your dinner is waiting."
I close the door to her shocked face. I instantly regret it, but if Sophie wants distance, I'll give her some. By the time she comes out, she'll be begging me for more. I bet she's thinking about me now as her fingers slip between her thighs, massaging that tight little cunt...
Someone knocks on the door, and I answer. The man hands me a tray of food, and I tip him extra.
"Have a good evening," he says, before walking away.
I place the tray on the table and pull out the syringe from my pocket. It's full of my load I spilled a few hours earlier. I was extra careful with it, putting it in the fridge to mess with Sophie later.
I lift the cloche off a plate of strawberries covered in chocolate and smirk to myself. It's a perfect vessel for my cum.
My cock hardens in my jeans, and I rub it. I'm getting hard at the thought of my cum seeping into Sophie's mouth and her tasting it, her sweet little face lighting up in surprise and excitement.
I decorate the strawberries carefully, drizzling them full before I put them in the fridge.
The door to the bathroom opens, and I look up to find Sophie emerging, glistening wet from her shower. Her eyes dart to mine. She's offended, probably because of my nice and clean comment about her ass. I'm just trying to take care of my sweet girl.
I motion to the food. "Hungry?"
She nods, eyes widening. I pretend I don't notice how fucking gorgeous her naked body looks as she sets up for dinner in bed. She's a spoiled princess, alright.
"You should try the strawberries," I say casually. "They're good."
"Thanks," she says, her tone cold.
She eats quickly, barely stopping for breath.
"Easy," I mutter, grabbing her wrist.
"What?"
"You're going to choke."
"I'm starving," she mumbles, eyes glaring.
"Save some room for me," I mutter.
She rolls her eyes and lies on her back. Her leg slip open and she absent-mindedly rubs her cunt while she stuffs her face full of French fries.
"Maybe I'll get myself off today," she says innocently. "Your services might not be needed."
I snort. She has no idea how much I want her, how desperate I am to bury my dick in her and fill her with babies.
"Try me."
"Maybe I will," she smiles, licking her fingers clean.
"Don't do this," I mutter, crawling closer, my eyes locked on her pussy.
"It's the only way," she shrugs.
"You're such a fucking liar," I smirk.
"Maybe," she shrugs, a devious grin on her face. "Maybe I just want to annoy you because I think you're a liar."
"What?" I glare at her. "Why?"
"Let's just say I don't believe your whole story," she shakes her head, pulling her knees up and hugging them to her chest.
"I told you the truth," I hiss.
"But maybe not the whole truth?" Her eyes challenge me.
"What do you want to know?" I growl. "Maybe I haven't told you because you haven't asked, Sophie."
"Why did you go to jail?"
I groan.
"There's a wanted poster for you out there. It says you were convicted."
"I was," I nod.
"So what were you convicted of?"
"I killed a man," I hiss.
"I knew it."
"Why does it matter?"
"Because if you're telling the truth about everything, then why did you lie to me about that?"
"Because you're innocent."
"So what?" she hisses. "I deserve to know the truth. Ugh, I'm not hungry anymore."
"You barely ate," I mumble.
"I've been traumatized," she says, rolling her eyes. "What else did you expect?"
"You've been through a lot," I mutter, running my fingers over her calf.
"Stop it."
"Come here."
"No," she growls, her eyes flashing.
"Just sit down on the bed," I mutter, patting the mattress.
"Don't tell me what to do," she mutters, but her stance wavers.
"Fine," I say, taking a step back.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," I shrug, turning away from her.
"You're so annoying," she groans.
"I'm just trying to take care of my girl," I mutter.
"Yeah, yeah."
She turns away and walks back into the bathroom.
"Sophie," I growl, following her.
"Fuck off."
"Come here," I whisper, my voice low.
"I don't want to," she whines.
"But you need to," I hiss, stepping behind her, pressing her against the sink.
"Why?"
"Because," I murmur, stroking her neck.
"Tell me why."
"I'm going to make you feel better."
"You're not a shrink," she hisses.
"True," I say, my fingers brushing over her soft skin. "But I can heal you."
"You're crazy."
"So?"
I pull her up into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist on instinct. Carrying her back to the bed, I lay her down carefully and gently spread her shivering thighs open.
"This isn't going to change anything," she says, her voice wavering.
"I know," I mutter, pushing her thighs apart, my eyes drinking in the sight of her dripping cunt.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I need you," I hiss, burying my face between her thighs.
"You're a freak," she gasps, her hips rolling.
"You're fucking delicious," I growl, licking her wet folds. "I'm so fucking glad I found you, Sophie."
I pull back, forcing myself to rip my gaze away from her sinful little body. She shivers.
"Why?"
"You're so pure, princess," I mutter, kissing her thigh. "Are you ready for your dessert?"
"Okay," she whispers, sitting up in bed. "What's for dessert, Finn?"
I grin.
"Close your eyes."
She does, and I grab the plate of strawberries.
"Open your mouth, princess," I murmur.
"For what?"
"Trust me," I smirk, grabbing a strawberry and bringing it to her lips.
"Finn," she groans.
"Open up."
She does, her mouth opening obediently. My dick throbs as I press the chocolate-covered fruit between her lips. She moans, sucking the berry into her mouth, her eyes closed. Her tongue flicks out and she licks a thick droplet of my cum into her sweet little mouth.
"What is that?"
"My cum," I groan, watching her intently.
Her eyes fly open, and she spits the berry out.
"Finn!" she gasps, her eyes wild with shock and panic.
"Shh," I mutter.
"What did you just feed me?"
"Cum," I mutter.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes," I mutter, my cock aching for release.
"You're a fucking pervert," she hisses.
"And you spat it out," I hiss. "Like a bad girl. Now you're going to have to eat your food off the floor."
She glares as I place the plate of strawberries on the hardwood, motioning for her to kneel.
"No," she shakes her head. "I'm not eating that. That's disgusting."
"Eat it, princess."
"No," she whimpers.
"Then I'll just have to force you," I hiss, grabbing her and lifting her out of the bed.
"Let go of me," she whines, kicking her feet.
"Open your fucking mouth, Sophie."
She struggles, trying to wriggle out of my grip, but I hold her tight.
"Please," she begs.
"Behave."
"Don't make me," she cries, her eyes wet with tears.
"You'll love it," I hiss, holding her tight.
"You're insane."
"And you're a bad girl."
"Fuck off," she groans.
"Eat it, princess."
"Never."
I push her onto her hands and knees and slap her ass.
"Finn!"
"Behave," I mutter, smacking her ass again. "Eat up."
Her lips embrace the strawberry on the floor. She licks and groans, then picks it up with her mouth.
"That's a good girl," I smirk.
"Shut up," she hisses.
"Finish your dinner, princess."
"I'm not eating any more," she protests.
"Yes, you are."
"No."
"Fine," I mutter as I wet my finger, then reaching down and pushing my thumb into her tight little asshole. She cries out, and her body trembles as I massage her insides.
"Good girl," I murmur, my finger probing her. "Now do you want another one?"
She whimpers and closes her eyes, her cheeks flushed.
"Please, Finn."
"Eat."
She grabs the next berry, her lips trembling, and swallows it down, licking the cum off the plate.
"Good girl."
"More," she whimpers, and I smile, my dick throbbing in my jeans.
"More, please," she begs, her hands shaking.
"You need me," I mutter, pushing another finger into her asshole. I can feel that hole stretching around my fingers, adjusting to my size. It'll take a while for me to be able to ram my dick in here, so I'll have to be patient. "Eat."
She eats and rides my fingers in her asshole, and I groan, feeling her getting wetter and wetter.
"Good girl," I groan. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," she cries. "Please, Finn."
"Beg."
"Please, I need you," she whimpers, her body shaking as my fingers probe deeper.
"I'll give it to you."
I slide the next strawberry into her mouth, and she groans, swallowing it whole.
"Fuck," I hiss, her body clamping down on my digits.
"Please," she whimpers, her body shaking.
"One more."
I shove the last strawberry between her lips and her eyes widen.
"Fuck, please," she moans.
"Don't swallow."
I slide my fingers out of her tight hole and she moans, her eyes closing.
"Open up," I growl, and she opens her mouth, exposing the strawberry and a huge mouthful of my cum.
"Don't swallow yet, princess. Let me add some."
I drop my pants and her eyes widen. She doesn't speak, and I spit on my hand and coat my dick in her slick juices.
"Open up."
She does, and I slide my dick between her lips.
"Now swallow," I moan, my cock throbbing.
She does and I thrust hard, my cock slamming deep into her throat.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands gripping her hair.
She mumbles something but I'm too far gone to listen.
"Swallow," I hiss, my cock pulsing. "Or try at least."
She swallows and her mouth opens, revealing her empty mouth as my dick pops free, her spit dribbling down to the floor.
"Such a good girl," I groan, my hands tangling in her hair. "Room for more?"
She nods, and I take it as an invitation. This time, I stick my dick all the way down her throat, until I can feel myself throbbing through my palms placed around her neck.
"Relax," I hiss. "Keep taking it, and relax your throat."
I feel her exhale somehow and then her throat clamps down around me, milking with her shallow breaths.
"Fuuuck," I hiss, pumping my hips.
She moans and gags, her face turning red, and I pull back.
"Don't," I hiss, holding her in place. "Take it."
She moans, and I pull back, her face turning purple.
"Good girl," I grunt.
Her throat is tight and I can feel my load coming fast.
"Here it comes," I growl, thrusting my dick between her lips, her teeth grazing the top of my shaft.
"Fuck," I groan, my seed spurting between her lips.
"Swallow."
She does, and I pull back, a thick string of cum and saliva still connecting us.
"Good girl," I grunt, watching her chest rise and fall. "You swallowed all of it, didn't you?"
She nods, and I smile. I wipe my hand over her lips, catching some of the cum and rubbing it into her skin.