Princely Submission by K.C. Wells

Chapter Fifteen

Stuart handed Carlos some folded bills. “Thanks for the smooth ride.”

Carlos let out a wry chuckle. “Glad you appreciated it.” They shook, and Carlos got back into the limo and pulled away from the curb. Jordan stood at the edge of the path that led to reception, almost bouncing from foot to foot.

It was so cute.

His phone vibrated, and Stuart peered at the screen. “I hate to spoil your plans, but your parents want to see us.”

Jordan froze. “You don’t think—”

“No,” Stuart interjected, walking over to join him. “I don’t think Carlos called them and told them we were having a really good time in the back of the limo, okay? So relax.” He shook his head. “Still can’t believe you did that.”

“But you didn’t mind?”

“Why the hell would I mind—” He leaned in close and whispered, “a gorgeous guy getting on his knees and blowing me?” He couldn’t miss Jordan’s erection, and nodded toward it. “But that will have to wait. Right now I’m more concerned that I’m about to see your parents.” He hoped his clean-up job had been thorough enough. The last thing he wanted was for King Ludomir to wrinkle his nose, and his eyebrows shoot up.

He glanced at the bag clutched in Jordan’s hand. “Although you might want to consider ditching that first—unless you want your mother to ask ‘what’s in the bag?’”

Jordan’s smothered gasp was even cuter than his agitated bouncing.

They hurried to Jordan’s suite, and while Jordan hid the bag in the bathroom, Stuart gave himself a quick squirt of cologne.

Better safe than sorry.

They went to the Presidential suite to find the king and queen in earnest conversation with Piotr.

King Ludomir smiled as they approached. “It was obviously an enjoyable ride.”

Jordan blinked. “Father?”

“You’re smiling. It’s good to see.” The king gestured to Piotr. “We’re sorting out the last-minute details for this evening’s banquet. Mr. Whitmore, you will join us at our table. The guests of honor will be senators and other politicians, and I don’t think Jordan will find political conversation particularly riveting. I’m sure he’d prefer conversing with you.”

Stuart gave a bow. “I’ll do my best to entertain him, Your Majesty.”

The queen gave Jordan an inquiring glance. “You hadn’t forgotten about the banquet, had you?”

“No, Mother,” Jordan replied with a straight face.

“Good, because we made sure your limousine ride would have you back here in time to change. You have one hour to get ready.”

“We’ll see you there.” King Ludomir turned back to Piotr.

Stuart tugged on Jordan’s sleeve. “Let’s go check on your tux.” As they exited the suite, he whispered, “You had forgotten, hadn’t you?” He leaned in closer. “That’s okay. I had too.”

“But why did it have to be tonight?” Jordan ground out as they headed for his suite. Stuart burst out laughing, and Jordan gave him a mock glare. “You think this is funny?”

“Oh, come on, of course it’s funny. We’ve bought enough condoms and lube to sink a royal yacht, and your mother just cock-blocked us.”

Jordan bit his lip. “That is a phrase I have never heard until now, but it needs no explanation.”

“At least neither of them asked if we had any plans for tonight.” Stuart grinned. “I’d have loved to see you keep a straight face replying to that.”

“But what about our… plans?”

They reached the suite, and Stuart let them in. Once inside, he gave Jordan a gentle push, until his back was against the door. Stuart cupped Jordan’s chin, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips.

“They’ll have to wait.” He grinned. “You want to know what’s really going to be funny? Getting through that banquet with a hard-on.”

“Who says I’ll have one?” Jordan retorted.

Stuart gave him another kiss, only more leisurely this time, pulling on Jordan’s bottom lip with his teeth. “Who said I was talking about you?” He shifted closer and gave a slow grind of his hips. “I’m already hard as a rock at the thought of what’s coming.” He wasn’t the only one. Stuart flashed him another grin. “Or should I say, who’s coming. Because that will be us, tonight.”

Jordan’s slow exhalation was extremely gratifying.

The server offered to pour Jordan another glass of wine, but he declined.

“You’ve only had one glass,” Stuart said in a low voice beside him.

“I know, but I want to keep a clear head for… later.” Throughout the banquet and the speeches, Jordan had been focused on one thing—the man at his side. The sight of Stuart in a tux made him weak at the knees, and he had to fight the urge to close the gap between them.

I’ll be as close as a person can get soon enough.

He grew feverish at the thought of Stuart caressing him, being intimate with him. His heartbeat pounded, and his stomach quivered.

Then Stuart’s hand was beneath the tablecloth, resting on Jordan’s thigh, and the illicitness of the act sent a thrill through him. He hoped to God Stuart didn’t move his hand any higher. Jordan was so keyed up, he’d probably come in his pants.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to sit through our conversation, Your Highness.”

It took every ounce of effort Jordan possessed not to jump as he snapped back into the moment. He smiled at the senator. “Please, don’t apologize. You must have so many pressing matters to discuss with my father. We’re glad you were able to join us this evening.”

His father’s eyes sparkled, and the warmth of his gaze told Jordan he’d spoken well. “I think we’ve bored you enough for one evening, my son. If you and Mr. Whitmore wish, you may retire for the night. I feel certain the senator and I will be talking into the wee small hours.”

The senator laughed politely.

Jordan stood, closing his dinner jacket and fastening it. “Then I will bid you all a good night.” He kissed his mother on the cheek. “I will see you at breakfast.”

“If you want to go out, that’s fine, but don’t stay out so late that you’re tired tomorrow.” His mother glanced at Stuart. “I look to you to ensure my son is in bed at a reasonable hour.”

“I promise you, he’ll be in bed shortly.” Stuart gave a bow.

Jordan had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent the laughter that bubbled up inside him.

They walked to his suite at a brisk pace, and Jordan’s hand trembled as he applied his key card. When they were inside, Stuart closed the door. He took the card from Jordan and placed it in the holder by the door. Jordan’s heartbeat raced, and his breathing quickened.

Stuart faced him, his hands on Jordan’s shoulders. “Okay, ground rules.”

He stared at Stuart. “You want to talk? Now?”

Stuart nodded. “Just a couple of things I need you to be clear on. For the rest of tonight, you’re not a prince, okay? You’re mine, boy, and you’re going to do what I say. You got that?”

Heat flushed through him, and Jordan swallowed. “That’s what you said in the limo. You called me ‘beautiful boy’.” His pulse was so fast. “I… I liked it.” He’d loved it when Stuart had given instructions.

“Good. Because now it’s my job to make sure you feel good.” Stuart kissed him, a lingering kiss that sent yet more warmth trickling through him. “That we both feel good.” Then he took Jordan by the hand and led him into Jordan’s bedroom.

Oh Lord. This is really happening.

They came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Stuart arched his eyebrows. “Supplies?”

Jordan dashed into the bathroom to retrieve the condoms and lube. Stuart was waiting for him beside the bed when he returned. He nodded toward the nightstand. “Leave them there.” Stuart kicked off his shoes, and Jordan did likewise, bending down to remove his socks, and almost falling over in the process.

Stuart’s strong arms caught him. “Hey, calm down. I don’t want to be the one to explain to your mother how you came to cut your head open on the corner of the nightstand.”

“My heart is beating so fast.”

Stuart laid his hand against Jordan’s chest. “I can feel it.” He undid Jordan’s bow tie, tossing it onto the chair. “Take off your shirt.”

Jordan shuddered as he eased the buttons free. “This is so weird.”

Stuart kissed his neck, momentarily distracting him from his task. “What is?”

“Why is it, I hate it when my parents tell me what to do, but you say ‘Do this’, my heart starts pounding, and it feels so good?”

“It looks good too.” Stuart stood behind him and slipped Jordan’s arms free of the garment. He pointed to the mirror in front of them. “Look at yourself. That pretty flush on your chest, your neck…” Jordan stared, transfixed, as Stuart leaned in to kiss his neck, making him shiver. “How long have you dreamed of this?” Stuart murmured between kisses.

Jordan let out a shaky laugh. “Only every day for the last three or so years, give or take.” Stuart reached around him, his hands gentle as they stroked his belly and chest. Jordan watched as the flush on his skin deepened.

Stuart nuzzled his neck, and Jordan covered Stuart’s hand with his own, his staccato breathing the only sound in the room.

“You like it when I touch you?” Jordan turned his head, and Stuart kissed him, his tongue parting Jordan’s lips. Then Jordan stilled as Stuart slid his hands down Jordan’s torso to unfasten the button on his pants and lower the zipper. He shivered as Stuart slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs. Jordan couldn’t hold back a whimper as Stuart’s fingertips grazed his dick. Then all too soon Stuart pulled free and moved north, heading for his nipples.

“Watch.” Stuart brushed his fingers over them, and Jordan’s breathing became erratic. “What if I do this?” He tugged on them, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger, and Jordan swore every drop of blood in his body flowed into his cock. Stuart made a soft noise of appreciation, his eyes locking on Jordan’s in the mirror. “You like that. Look how beautiful you are when you just let yourself enjoy it.”

He turned Jordan in his arms, only now he eased his hands down the back of Jordan’s pants into his briefs, squeezing his ass cheeks. Jordan rocked against him, yearning to feel Stuart’s finger brush over his hole once more. He gripped Jordan’s cheeks a little harder, the sensation bordering on discomfort. “I know what you need,” he whispered, and Jordan shivered. “Face the mirror again.”

Jordan turned, sighing as Stuart grabbed his pecs and tugged on his nipples, giving them a little twist. He squirmed, his dick like a rock in his briefs.

“Take off your pants.”

Jordan complied, his fingers shaking as he shoved them to his ankles and stepped out of them. His briefs were still in place, and Stuart molded his hand around Jordan’s cotton-encased cock. “This is mine tonight. You got that?”

There was only one response that seemed appropriate. He stared straight ahead at Stuart’s reflection. “Yes, sir.”

Stuart’s eyes glittered. “Good boy.” Jordan’s heart raced as Stuart grasped his briefs and slowly eased them over his hips, past his knees, until they reached his ankles. Jordan removed them, then straightened.

His stiff dick left no doubt as to his arousal.

“I know what you need.” Stuart stretched toward the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He slicked his palm, then slid it over Jordan’s hard shaft. “Look at this beautiful cock.” His strong hand stroked with a firm upward motion, Jordan’s breathing harsh as Stuart smacked his dick against his belly. Jordan was mesmerized by the sight: the rise and fall of his chest; the quivering of his abs; the pre-cum glistening at his slit; the pebbled skin around his nipples; and the goosebumps that carpeted his entire body.

Stuart applied gentle pressure to Jordan’s dick, forcing it downward, before letting it spring up with a smack. He did it again, and again, and each time Jordan let out a tiny whimper. “I love the sounds you make,” Stuart murmured. Then he withdrew his hands, and gestured to his own clothing. “Take off my shirt,” he said, removing his bow tie and tossing it aside.

Jordan turned to face him. He unbuttoned Stuart’s shirt and pulled aside the fabric to reveal his broad chest, covered in a mat of hair.

“It’s okay, you can touch.”

Jordan stroked the slightly coarse layer, then leaned in to bury his face in Stuart’s chest, breathing him in. Stuart’s shudder told him his instincts were good.

“Touch my nipples.” Jordan did as instructed, noting the shiver that rippled through Stuart as his fingers brushed over the taut little nubs. “Squeeze them.” When Jordan did so, Stuart’s breathing hitched. “Oh, that’s good.”

Stuart might have been the one giving instructions, but Jordan had never felt so powerful.

“Undo my belt.”

Jordan unfastened it and freed it from the belt loops, but before he could put it aside, Stuart took it from him. He hooked it around Jordan’s neck, drawing him into a kiss, and Jordan responded with a hunger verging on acute. Then Stuart folded the belt in two, and traced a line down Jordan’s spine with it, until he reached his ass. Stuart brought the leather down on his skin with a light smack, and Jordan shuddered.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Jordan whispered. Stuart did it again and again, and Jordan looped his arms around Stuart’s neck, holding onto him, his breath catching with each impact.

Stuart dropped the belt onto the bed. “Take my pants down.”

Jordan popped the waistband button free, then tugged the zipper lower. He pushed Stuart’s pants to the floor and helped him out of them. Stuart’s cock was a solid lump in his briefs, and for a moment Jordan shuddered to think of it stretching him, filling him.

Stuart’s hand was gentle on Jordan’s nape. “Play with it. Touch it.” Jordan sank to his knees and traced its stony length with a single finger, noting how it jerked at his touch. “Get your face in there.” Stuart placed both hands lightly on Jordan’s head, drawing him closer, and Jordan buried his nose in the warm cleft between thigh and sac, inhaling the musky aroma.

“You like how it smells?”

“‘Like’ isn’t strong enough.” Jordan turned his face up toward him. “Is it wrong that I love the way you smell here?”

Stuart smiled. “You get the best man-scents the body can concoct down there. Nothing wrong with getting a big whiff. Pits are the same. Don’t feel ashamed for liking it.” He gestured to his briefs. “Take them off.” Jordan inched them down over Stuart’s hips, and his thick cock sprang up, smacking against his belly.

He rubbed his face against it, the scent richer than ever. “It’s so warm.”

Stuart lifted Jordan’s chin with his fingertips. “You’re gonna service my dick. You’re going to get it nice and hard.” Stuart’s eyes sparkled. “You know what to do. Remember what I taught you.”

Jordan cupped his balls with one hand, and circled his cock with the other, then took the head into his mouth. He gave a tentative lick across the head, then took in more of it, loving Stuart’s low moan. Encouraged, Jordan took him deeper, feeling it swell in his mouth, warm and so alive.

“Such a soft mouth.” Stuart cupped his cheek, shivering. “Stop.”

Jordan pulled free and gazed up at him, his face hot, his breathing shallow. “Did I do something wrong?”

Stuart shook his head. “You’re getting me too close. I need to see that hole.” He got onto the bed and lay down, patting his chest. “Plant your ass here.” Jordan straddled him, moaning when Stuart rubbed his thumb over Jordan’s pucker. “You like me touching it?”

“Yes, sir.” The words shuddered out of him, and he rocked back, wanting that thumb inside him.

“You want me to put my tongue in there?”

“Ohh.” The soft moan fell from his lips, and his body was on fire.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stuart gripped both ass cheeks and stretched his hole wide. “Look at that beautiful hole.”

Jordan had never felt so vulnerable, so naked. Then a soft cry fell from his lips as Stuart’s warm tongue licked over his hole. “Oh yes,” he moaned. “Again.” Stuart repeated the action, and Jordan pushed back, wanting more. When Stuart insinuated the tip of his tongue inside, Jordan arched his back as pleasurable shudders tingled through him.

Stuart eased a slick thumb into him, then jiggled it. “Have you been a bad boy?”

Oh God. Jordan didn’t hesitate. “Yes, sir.” Then Stuart’s hand landed with a crack on his ass, and he winced. Don’t stop.

“Tell me how bad you’ve been.”

Jordan gulped. “Really bad.”

“Does my bad boy need a spanking?”

He ached to feel Stuart’s hand on him. “Yes, sir.” The words came out almost as a sob, but his reward followed swiftly and smack after smack landed, the sound so sharp in the stillness of Jordan’s bedroom. Then Stuart rubbed where the blows had fallen with a gentle hand, before settling into a rhythm. Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub.

“I’m going to take care of my bad boy.” Stuart tugged lightly on his balls. “They feel like they’re ready to pop.”

Jordan was more concerned they were about to explode.

Stuart stroked his ass cheek. “You make the sweetest little whimpers.” He gave Jordan’s sac another tug, his other hand wrapped around Jordan’s cock. “When I do that, you get even harder.”

Jordan’s only response was another whimper.

Stuart released him. “On your back, and bring your legs up to your chest and hold them there.”

Jordan scrambled off him, flipping over to lie on the bed, wincing a little as his ass came into contact with the comforter. He hooked his arms under his knees and drew them higher.

Stuart knelt at his ass. “Such a pretty little hole.” He rubbed his thumb over it, and Jordan shuddered. Then he smacked it lightly with his fingertips, and the taps reverberated through him. He grasped Jordan’s balls in his hand, holding them tight, then bent over to lick across the shiny taut skin.

Oh dear God. Please don’t let me come now.

Stuart gave his balls several light smacks with his fingertips, and Jordan feared he was too close. He heaved a sigh of relief when Stuart let go, then groaned when Stuart slid a slick finger into his hole.

Stuart nodded, his gaze locked on Jordan. “Have to get you ready.” He moved gently in and out, his eyes focused on Jordan’s face. Then he paused to trickle more lube over Jordan’s hole. “Breathe. I need you to open up for me. Let’s see you take two fingers.”

Jordan did his best to relax, making a soft sound as Stuart stretched him a little wider. “Oh, you’re soft as silk in there. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

His words ignited Jordan’s need, a hot ache building inside him. It wasn’t long before he was riding Stuart’s fingers, writhing on them.

Stuart removed them, then brought the head of his cock to Jordan’s hole and rubbed it over his pucker in a slow pass. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” Jordan said with a gasp.

“How badly do you want it?”

“So badly that if you don’t put it in me soon, I may have to have you killed.”

Stuart laughed softly. “Message received.” He stroked Jordan’s belly, pausing to give his dick several leisurely tugs. Then he reached over to the nightstand, took a condom from the box, and tore open the foil wrapper.

Jordan swallowed. “How do you want me?”

“On your hands and knees.” When Jordan complied, Stuart moved his hands up and down Jordan’s back in gentle strokes. “Now you get to watch.”

Jordan stared at their reflection, catching his breath at the sight of Stuart kneeling behind him, his hands on Jordan’s hips.

“We’re gonna do this nice and slow.” Stuart brought his gloved cock to Jordan’s hole. “You feel that?” Warmth pressed against his pucker. “I’m going to keep still. I want you to back onto it at your own pace. Take your time.”

Jordan inched back a tiny amount, and groaned as the head of Stuart’s dick stretched him wide. “Oh God. So big.”

“Go slow. We have all night.”

Jordan took several deep breaths, then eased back a little farther, feeling the burn as Stuart’s cock inched its way into him. He stared at Stuart in the mirror.

His hand was gentle on Jordan’s back. “You okay?”

Jordan nodded.

“Keep going, you’re not there yet.”

Jordan gaped. “It feels huge.”

“You think you can take this big cock?”

Jordan shivered as more of Stuart’s shaft slid into him. “Yes,” he said with a groan. “Oh, so good.”

“Your tight little hole is gonna feel so good wrapped around my dick.” Stuart reached under to curl his hand around Jordan’s rigid shaft. “So hard,” he whispered. Jordan eased back a little more, and Stuart moaned. “You’re squeezing it so tightly.” He shuddered. “That’s it. I’m all the way in.” He laid one hand on Jordan’s shoulder, the other on his hip. “I’m not gonna move. Rock back slowly. We’re not gonna do anything until you feel ready for more.”

Jordan focused on Stuart’s face, rocking gently, willing himself to relax, and as the minutes passed, the burn and discomfort morphed into something more pleasurable, until he realized Stuart’s cock felt amazing inside him.

“Your hole feels so good.” Then Stuart smacked him, and Jordan discovered that being spanked with a dick filling his ass produced a whole different set of sensations.

“Again,” he begged.

Stuart did as asked, alternating between cheeks, and each blow sent a trickle of electricity all the way through him to his dick.

He was ready for more.

Jordan breathed deeply. “You can go faster now.”

“Good boy.” He rubbed Jordan’s ass. “Want me to stop spanking you?” Jordan glared at him in the mirror, and Stuart grinned. “I’ll take that as a no.” He resumed his spanking, not once losing his rhythm as he slid his cock in and out. Jordan stared at their reflection, heat flooding him at the sight of Stuart’s powerful frame undulating as he fucked him. He placed his hand between Jordan’s shoulder blades and pressed him to the bed, then putting his weight on his hands, he rocked in and out, picking up speed, and pausing now and then to trickle more lube onto his shaft.

Stuart locked his gaze on Jordan’s in the mirror. “Let me hear you whimper.” He withdrew almost completely, only to drive back into him, forcing a low cry from Jordan. “Does that feel good?”

“God, yes.” The words were a sob.

Then Stuart grabbed his hips and yanked Jordan back onto his hands and knees. He drove home, and Jordan reached for his dick, his hand a blur as he worked his shaft. Each new crack of Stuart’s hand on his ass sent waves of ecstasy flooding through him, until he knew he couldn’t take much more.

“I’m so close,” he cried out.

Stuart pulled free of him and flipped Jordan onto his back, then raised Jordan’s legs, bringing his ankles to rest on Stuart’s shoulders. Another swipe of lube, and he was inside him again, stroking in and out of him with slow, deep thrusts.

Stuart bent low and kissed him. “Come when you’re ready.” He glanced down to where their bodies joined. “Love how you look, taking my cock.”

Jordan let go of his legs and reached for Stuart, clinging to him as he shot hard, tremors wracking his body, his dick pulsing cum onto his stomach. Stuart kissed him as he came, until he stiffened, and Jordan felt the slow throb inside him.

“Oh, you beautiful boy,” Stuart said with a loud groan. He slid his arms under Jordan and cradled him, holding him close until at last they lay in each other’s arms, Stuart’s cock still buried in Jordan’s ass.

Stuart kissed Jordan’s damp forehead. “Next time will be better, I promise.”

Jordan stared at him. “I’m not sure you could improve on what we just did.”

“Well, you might last a little longer.”

Jordan liked the sound of that. Then Stuart’s words sank in.

There’s going to be a next time?

Stuart eased out of him and rolled onto his side to deal with the condom, and a wave of despondency crashed over Jordan.

Is that it? He didn’t want the night to end.

Then Stuart rolled to face him again, and pushed Jordan’s hair back from his brow. “Was it how you thought it would be?”

Jordan shook his head. “Infinitely better.”

“I’m glad. But you know what we need right now? A shower.” Stuart dragged a finger over Jordan’s slick belly. “Some of us more than others.”

Reality was forcing its way in, and Jordan couldn’t stop it. He swallowed.

Stuart caressed his cheek. “I know that look. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Jordan’s chest tightened. But what can I say? ‘If you go back to your own room, it will feel no different than Drake leaving after he’d done what he was paid for.’ He wanted to hang onto this moment for as long as possible.

There was one other goal he had yet to achieve, but it felt too much to ask.

“Jordan.” Stuart’s voice was gentle. “Tell me.”

He summoned all his courage. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

Stuart was so still, and as the seconds ticked by, Jordan’s heart sank.

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

A surge of euphoria rushed through him, and he wanted to cheer, whoop, holler… He settled for a smile. “Thank you.”

Stuart grinned. “But if you snore…”

Jordan laughed. “I don’t.” He glanced toward the bathroom. “That shower is big enough for two.”

To his delight, Stuart smiled. “Then what are we waiting for?” His eyes twinkled. “A first for me this time. I’ve never washed a prince’s back before.”

And just like that, the door slammed on Jordan, Stuart’s boy.

Back to being Jordan the prince.