Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The question took her by surprise, and her hand fluttered up to caress that cheek. “It was Mistress Vetta.”
He gave no reaction. “Why?”
She shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “She, um… she was angry because of what happened to you, because of my father h-hurting you even a-after death.”
“You doctored me through the night,” he stated suddenly.
The abrupt change of subject rattled her. She didn’t expect it, but she answered, nonetheless. “Yes, Master. I apologize for falling asleep. Please forgive me. I really wanted to stay awake.”
“Why?”
She hesitated, then swallowed softly and whispered, “To watch over you.”
King Lucien didn’t know what it was about the whispered words that made another bit of ice crack around his chest. But it did. “I don’t need protection, Danika,” he stated firmly.
“I know, Master,” she replied readily.
Silence. “I will give you a reward for doctoring me through the night. Tell me what you want.”
Her heart skittered. She wanted to tell him she didn’t need a reward for nursing him. She wanted to tell him she’d still nurse him again wholeheartedly in the future. She wanted to say those things, but she didn’t because she knew it wouldn’t end well for her.
Tell me what you want.
Danika tried to think it through. A master rewards a slave occasionally when she pleased him.
Unbidden, she remembered her first reward from him. Her body went hot all over as she remembered the way he’d kept pushing into her body until she released. With the way he watched her, Danika would swear that he knew what she was thinking about, even though his face didn’t change.
“If it’s not too much to ask, Master, I want you to g-give orders so that the m-mistress will stop yanking on my hair whenever she wants, whenever I didn’t do anything wrong,” shewhispered. When he kept staring at her, saying nothing, she added, “My scalp has been burning for the past few days.”
No words at all. She couldn’t read his expression, so she didn’t know what was going through his mind.
“Strip,” he ordered.
The command was so unexpected; it made her jerk. She got up and started pulling off her clothes. What was going on in his head? Did he want to take sexual pleasures from her body? But he was unwell. Just sitting up on the bed had been a struggle. How did he expect to…
A blush crept to her cheeks and worked its way down her neck. She stood naked in front of him, her clothes discarded on the floor. She took a peek at him, but there was still no reaction from him. Only the hardening of his organ that tented the bedcover showed he wasn’t as unaffected as his facial expressions wanted her to believe.
“Turn around.”
She turned and gave him her back while standing several feet away from him.
The silence was deafening and so unsettling; it made her fidget. He hadn’t said anything about her reward-request and that also made her nervous, too. Was he angry at her for making such a request? With the king, you’d never know. What did he want from her?
“Your back healed right.” His deep voice rose suddenly, interrupting the stillness of the night.
“Master?” She didn’t expect that.
“Your back. From being whipped. It healed right; there is no scar.” He spoke in the same impersonal voice she was used to.
“Y-yes, Master. Thank you so much. It is all because of you. The orders you gave Madam Baski to treat-“
“I didn’t do you any favors,” he stated. He always said that whenever he did her a favor.
She lowered her head in submission and gratitude. The first thing she realised about the king was that he was a man of few words. He barely spoke, and if left to him, he wouldn’t say anything to anybody.
And so, when silence stretched out between them, Danika did her best to stop the nervousness in her mind-to stop herself from picking on her fingers.
She still had her back to him, and at the lengthiest of the silence, she swiveled her head to him. He had a huge frown on his face and seemed in thought. It almost looked like he was battling with himself.
He stretched out his hand towards her. “Come here, Danika.”
She swallowed tightly. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, but she stretched out her hand to meet the strong confinement of his.
He pulled her closer and glared at her. “This is just for tonight,” he stated matter-of-factly.
She nodded her head.
And then his expression dissolved. Without words, his hand directed her until she rose above him and straddled his middle.
At his lengthened phallus behind her, she started understanding what he wanted from her, and her cheeks turned redder.
He wanted to draw sexual pleasure from her body. In this position?
But he didn’t pull her down to his straining manhood immediately. Instead, he pulled her forward until her upper body came closer to his. Her breasts were only a few millimeters away from his face. Then he pushed forward, placed his mouth onto her nipple, and suckled on it…
THE INVISIBLE CONNECTION AND UNSTOPPABLE BOND
When the king placed his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Danika jerked at the tug of his lips on her body. He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, and bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man had ever done this to her before; his mouth on her made her skin burn.
He let go of that nipple and found the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue. His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple. She tried to keep her response in check, but what he was doing to her drew moans from her lips and made her arch further to his mouth.
She didn’t know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand in the soft curls of his hair as he suckled her hungrily. She whimpered; her eyes slid tightly closed. At each tug of his mouth, she felt it in her womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bed clothes where she straddled him. Embarrassment made her cheeks flush, but she couldn’t control her response to what he was doing to her. It felt too good. The pleasure made her body a quivering mess above him.
What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled back and stared at her dazed eyes. Her trembling body. Her nipples were puckered and red from his relentless ardor. And King Lucien wanted more. It had been so long since he allowed himself to enjoy a woman’s soft breasts-way too long.
During his slavery, and after nursing from Baski, all others he did mechanically and upon command by King Cone. His body had ten good years to train itself to be repelled by another’s.
Now, five years after his slavery, every touch repelled and disgusted him. Made his skin uncomfortable. He allowed those close to him to touch him when necessary-like Baski, Vetta and Chad-but only as a necessity. He endured their touch; he didn’t enjoy it.
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