Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
When Chad started unbuckling his pants, she heard the king’s voice for the first time.
“Enough, Chad,” his low voice reverberated; his eyes flared.
Danika would have sworn that she saw something like
…possessiveness in his eyes before he blinked, and it was gone. Just the cold and unfeeling countenance again.
Maybe she imagined it.
Chad stopped immediately and stared at the king in confusion.
“Stop touching her. Teach her how to pleasure a man,” he ordered, and began writing again.
“As you wish, Your Highness.” Chad urged her down from the table and lowered himself into the nearest chair. He unbuckled himself and pulled his penis from his leather pants.
He was big, and Danika was glad that the king had stopped him from taking pleasure from her body. It would have hurt terribly.
“Run your hand on it,” he urged, taking her hand, and teaching her how to run it up and down his phallus. How to caress it. How much pressure to add. What not to do. The more he taught her, the more he complimented her improved skills, and she was a fast learner.
It made her more confident, and her hands stopped trembling while she did everything he said. Suddenly, she had the great urge to please. But not Chad. She wanted to please Lucien. She knew he was watching.
“Now the mouth.” He urged her mouth down on him, and even though she didn’t know what he expected of her, she let him urge her head down on him.
In the long minutes that followed, he taught her how to take him deep. How to get it down her throat. How to get past her gag reflex. How to suck on it. How to hold it with her throat.
It wasn’t easy to learn, but he was very patient with her. She was glad that it was Chad holding the session. Danika couldn’t imagine how bad it would be if it were a stranger who wore his hatred for her and her father on his sleeve.
Before long, Chad was groaning, and she was openly sucking him, doing everything he taught her. She applied the right amount of pressure, and he sucked in a breath, grunting as he came into her mouth. She ceased to breathe and swallowed quickly, like he taught her. She kept on until she milked him dry. Then he tugged himself back into his leather pants, still breathing heavily as he stared at her.
“You did well, Danika. You did really well.” He surprised her when he kissed her forehead.
Danika knew her father had been cruel to this man. Why wasn’t he being as cruel to her? She stared at him as he got up, and just then, she heard a rustle of movement. She looked toward it to see the king taking measured strides towards her.
“Get out, Chad.” He hesitated, his eyes on her. “You can wait at the door, or you can call Vetta.”
“Yes, my king.” He did just that.
The king started forward. “To the bed.”
She nodded, relieved that it was the bed, but also scared out of her mind. Danika knew what he could do to her, and just the thought of it had panic closing her throat.
She climbed on the bed and gave him her back, closing her eyes tight, then said a silent prayer to the Creator in her mind. Her body was shaking because of her fear.
She heard the rustle of clothes, then he came up behind her. She was liquid underneath from the session, and his searching hands soon discovered it. He groaned approvingly and guidedhimself towards her opening, his hand holding her hips as he worked himself into her. He didn’t shove right in like he did that night in her room.
It burned as always, and it hurt, but
…there was something else. A feeling she couldn’t explain.
He leaned closer into her, and his breath caressed her ear. “Every slave gets a reward from her master from time to time for doing a good job, for pleasing her Master. I’ll give you your first reward today. Here.”
Reward? She knew it was done, but she was sure her father never practiced it. Why would he want to reward her? And how? Surely, hurting her didn’t amount to a reward.
So many questions and pleas and protests in her mind, but she said nothing. She didn’t understand anything he was saying, but she still responded. “Thank you, Master.”
He leaned back, withdrew himself from her, and pushed into her again. He began a long but steady movement. Danika clenched her hands on the bed and took his strokes. She was half afraid that he’d yank on her hair or hurt her breasts or slap her butt. She was so afraid that he’d do a lot of hurtful things again.
But he didn’t.
She didn’t understand what he was making her feel. It was overwhelming, but it wasn’t painful.
His hand snaked to her breast, and he tweaked her nipple, applying slight pressure, and he angled his thrusts.
Danika made a sound in her throat, pushing back against him. Such an unfamiliar response from herself confused and scared her.
His strokes came faster, plunging in and out of her. Soon enough, she was moaning underneath him, making little sounds of pleasure in her throat.
Her eyes closed as pleasure ripped through her, her body trembled under the onslaught. She reveled in the sensation she didn’t understand, but overwhelmed her.
When he tangled his hand in her hair, she stiffened immediately, the sensation forgotten, and she whimpered with fear, waiting for him to yank hard on it.
But instead of yanking on it, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snaking down to caress the nub between her legs.
“Oh” The sound escaped her in a breathy exclamation.
The motions relaxed her as he rubbed her clit in a circular motion as he plunged and strained behind her. He never made a sound.
She was suddenly climbing an edge she couldn’t comprehend, and it scared her, too, but she didn’t fight him or struggle against him. She cried out when an unbearable sensation suddenly burst through her, her body quivering under his as her womanhood went liquid around his phallus.
Her hands gave out, and she collapsed on the bed, sobbing aloud, unable to control herself. He kept his thrusts short and steady while the feeling washed over her completely. He pulled away from her then, and she lay there, trying to catch her breath, trying to understand what happened to her. There were no bones left in her body.
Her eyes watched as he turned away from her. He never removed his clothes with her. She had never seen his organ before, but she knew it was large and thick because of the way it felt inside her.
Was it also his hatred for her that made him stay clothed with her?
“Who’s behind the door?” he groaned, lust and something akin to pain in his voice. He didn’t raise his voice, but he never had to.
The door opened and Chad entered. “Mistress Vetta went into the village.”
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