“You may,” I said warmly, standing up and offering her my arm to lean on while she pulled herself together. I reached out and helped her to pull on the bra and panties that I’d told her I wanted her to wear. When she was dressed in those for me, I picked her up and carried her to the door, where I carefully pulled the wrap dress that I had chosen for her up and over her shoulders. Subdued and satisfied, she allowed me to do as I wished with her and didn’t fight me, not even in the slightest. Wh
en she was fully clothed, I took her hand and carried the full bag of lingerie we’d picked out together. I led her back to the car, where a fresh mimosa had been poured and was waiting for her on ice.
I passed it to her, and she sipped at it gratefully.
“Now let me show you the rest of my kingdom,” I whispered, and she smiled widely.
We spent the next several hours together getting to know one another. I took her shopping at a number of places, one with chocolates, another with designer dresses, and another where she was given a fitting for a gown that I was having made for her to wear to court for me. I even brought her to my favorite jewelry store where I had a choker made for her out of platinum and a string of rubies, which was my favorite stone. She blushed when I placed it around her throat, clasping it into place. Her fingers tentatively touched the necklace and she quietly whispered that she had never had that much money on her skin before in her life.
I spoiled her, as much as I could simply because I wanted to, because she deserved it.
She glowed for me that day and I felt myself falling for the adorable dimples that I got to see each time she smiled for me. I especially enjoyed the musical sound of her laughter when I pointed out to her how the town square had a fountain with a sculpture in the center that was supposed to be a famous work of art but resembled something more like a penis instead.
I wanted to see her smile even more.
The kingdom of Savoy was a small, especially quaint town. It had handmade details that survived from centuries ago, from the elegant carvings engraved in the wooden doors that led into the churches and gathering places of old, to the ancient stones that made up the castle and the surrounding townhomes, to the cobblestone roads and fountains that had been built ages ago. It had remained here hidden in the mountains for a very long time and would remain that way during my reign and for the lives of many kings who ruled after I did. It was a little place that screamed of Italy throughout the ages and I cherished it every day, knowing that I was lucky to rule over such a beautiful kingdom.
I was proud of this place and it brought me great joy to show it off to Isabella with her at my side. The day was slowly coming to a close though, and I wanted to show her one last place that had offered me much pleasure throughout the years before I brought her back to the castle for the special evening that I had planned.
When the sun was beginning to set, I took her to a wildflower meadow on the outskirts of town to enjoy one of the natural wonders of this place. The look on her face as I led her into the field of flowers was precious to me and I vowed to remember it forever. I picked an especially beautiful purple one and tucked it behind her ear, cherishing the way she gazed back at me as I touched her gently.
She was happy. I’d made her that way.
I pulled her to me, and we watched the sun set behind the mountains, marveling as the sky ignited with reds, oranges, and purples in a fiery blaze that left us both speechless for a long while. When I was ready, I finally began to speak once more.
“This place is mine and has been in my family for nearly a millennium. It’s my duty to care for it and keep the people that live here safe. There’s only one way in and out of this place and few people know it,” I murmured.
“I’m glad I got to see it all with you,” she whispered.
“I am too,” I answered. I was quiet for a moment longer.
“I want you to know I lead a dangerous life. Being king here comes with its own set of perils. I meet with men who are known to lead lives of crime, who wouldn’t blink before they shot a bullet between my eyes. I have to order things that are sometimes unsavory and hazardous to my own safety, but I want you to know something. Being with me won’t be easy and if you ever fear for your safety, the way out follows the path of the setting sun. Know that, baby girl, but for as long as I breathe the air on this Earth, I will keep you safe.”
She was silent as she swayed in my arms.
“Why did you save me? Why bring me here?” she finally asked.
“Let us return to the castle for dinner. I will tell you everything you need to know over dinner tonight and you will understand,” I replied.
“Will there be more of that delicious wine from your vineyard? I especially enjoyed that,” she said.
“There will be as long as you don’t decide to throw it on me again, baby girl,” I warned her gently. I felt her shiver against me and there was no doubt in my mind that her little pussy clenched at the thought of her punishment yesterday for that very thing.
“No, Your Majesty. I learned my lesson,” she breathed, her voice heavy with arousal.
“Good girl. I’m happy to hear that,” I replied softly, and she relaxed against me. I brushed her hair aside and kissed the side of her neck. She arched back against me, the feisty vixen pressing her bottom against the hardness of my cock. She wiggled just the slightest bit, teasing me with her body. I gripped the fabric of her dress, lifting it until she was on display for the mountains and the setting sun. I slipped my fingers between her legs and touched her, finding her just as wet as she had been earlier for me today. I decided I very much liked her wearing panties that left her little pussy bare and was pleased for the fact that I’d chosen a number of other options like it for her to wear for me in the future.
“Careful, baby girl, you keep taunting me with that beautiful little bottom and that tight little virgin hole will end up getting fucked far sooner than I had planned,” I murmured. The sigh that escaped her lips was like music to my ears.
“You wouldn’t,” she breathed. Who was she kidding? She knew I would.
“Keep pushing, baby girl, and you’ll find out,” I replied gently, and she trembled against me. I circled her clit, finding it hard and needy. She moaned and there was no question in my mind that she would enjoy being taken there. It would simply depend if she was a good little girl, or a naughty one.
Time would tell.
I pulled away and let her dress fall. She sighed, sounding disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to come for me, and I smirked.
“I’ve worked up an appetite, baby girl. Let us head to dinner and maybe I’ll let you come for me before bed if you behave yourself,” I suggested, taking her hand in mine and pulling her back toward the car. She was quiet and I didn’t miss the soft blush on her cheeks at being left wet and wanting. She didn’t realize quite how much I enjoyed leaving her that way, at least for a little while.