Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
As she stared at him, she knew that this was her only chance for her to put her hands on him like this. He would never let her do this behind closed doors. He never let her see his body because he felt self-conscious about it. Did he think that she’d be repulsed by him?
Did what she thought even matter to him? She highly doubted that.
But she wanted to see him. To touch him. To pleasure him with her hands and mouth. He’d never allow that in private, and she knew that even though he’d definitely punish her, it’d be worth it.
She pushed his fur coat up and unlaced his golden belt with shaky hands. When he said nothing, she took it as encouragement and pulled them down a bit.
Please don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me away.
The pleading words rang in her mind as she uncovered his lower belly. It was filled with scars, and she bit her lips to keep from gasping in horror.
One wrong move and she’d lose this moment; Danika knew that much. Pain for him lashed through her. Those wounds must have been excruciating.
She nuzzled the bulge in his underthings. He wasn’t hard, but the size of him had a rush of nervous adrenaline zigging through her. She kept her eyes down, avoiding his face.
The music blared in the background. Cheers across the tables. Shouts of excitement as slaves danced on the table and on the floor. Danika tuned them all out, suddenly in a world of her own. This was important to her. That she made him feel something for her. Not for anybody else.
She wanted his organ in her mouth, wanted to feel it harden inside her mouth-because of her. Not because of the erotic atmosphere. Not because of his mistress. Her.
She reached down and pulled him out from the confinement of his underthings. She stared at him.
Oh heavens!
Tears burned the back of her eyes as she saw the scar that outlined his organ. It ran from base to the tip. The scars from the fried nerve endings were exposed to her.
Her father really did roast his privates.
The proof of that knowledge made her chest burn.
It was no wonder that he was always so rough with her. It must be the only way for him to feel pleasure. And her father had done this.
She couldn’t resist looking up at him then. He was wearing an angry snarl on his face as he looked down on her. Her eyes were watery as her body heard him.
She didn’t try to hide her emotions. Didn’t try to hide the tears. “It must have hurt so bad.” The whisper tore from her lips before she could stop it. The words were out, and she couldn’t call them back. Her eyes mirrored her horror for saying those words out loud.
It produced an unexpected result.
Most of the angry lines on his face dissolved. Oh, he was still scowling, but his expression no longer scared her. Pain flashed in his eyes, and he averted his gaze from her.
She lowered her head and kissed the head of his organ. He stiffened. It didn’t stop her. She was determined to do this; he should just deal with her touch.
Apart from that time Chad taught her how to do this, she hadn’t put a cock in her mouth again-certainly not the king’s. It made her more nervous. But in this court, she had watched it happen so many times she lost count. She could get the hang of it. She was determined to.
Danika dragged her parted lips along the length of his organ before sucking the head into her mouth. King Lucien inhaled sharply. It encouraged her. She gave the head a small, kittenish lick before licking it from the base to the head. His phallus started hardening. Pleased, she took the organ into her mouth, moaning a little when she felt it stiffen further. She bobbed her head up and down the hardening length, swirling her tongue around it. His breathing hitched as he became thicker and longer, stretching her lips to the limit. The taste, the stretch, and the feel of the thick hardness stroking the sensitive skin inside her mouth made her lightheaded.
It bothered Danika how quiet King Lucien was. She looked up and saw that his eyes still stared down at her, but desire was there in his eyes, his jaw set. He was still scowling, of course. The only visible sign he was enjoying himself was the erection in her mouth. He was doing his best to stay detached. Maybe he was even thinking of some other thing. His mistress?
The thought bothered her more than it should have, and she was determined to have his mind on her. If he punished later, her offense should be worth his wrath. Her cheeks flushed; she couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, and she let them down shyly.
Determined, she licked the fat tip, the touch of her tongue teasing, barely there. She felt his thighs tense. She widened her mouth and swallowed him whole until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little. He groaned out loud, causing a thrill of pleasure to course through her. Mentally, she prepared herself, carefully keeping her teeth from his skin. A scroll she read some time ago said that teeth did more harm than good.
She bobbed her head up and down, licking the skin of his organ. She ran her tongue on the scar, adding pressure with her tongue. He groaned again, this time louder and longer. She released his cock and stared up at him; he wasn’t looking so detached anymore. Desire clouded his features; his hands fisted to his sides. She eyed his phallus hungrily for a moment before leaning down and swallowing him again.
He was too thick; he made her eyes burn and her jaw ache. But seeing and hearing the results of her efforts, the growls that escaped his throat.
Oh, worth it.
She sucked him slowly, taking her time and savoring the taste, bringing him close to release and stopping. She did it again and again until the angry, indulgent expression disappeared from his face, his muscles flexing and his dark eyes watching her with obvious frustration.
His focus was completely on her now. Mind and body. “Danika,” he growled when she pushed him to the brink again and stopped.
She pulled off his phallus with a pop and blinked innocently. “Yes, Master?”
For a moment, King Lucien looked conflicted. Like he was torn about what to do. Then, with a frustrated moan, his hand grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her roughly back onto his hardness.
Oh, yeah.
Gone was his scowl, infuriatingly indulgent attitude; now he fucked Danika’s mouth like he actually wanted it, making her feel helpless and powerful all at once.
She did this to King Lucien. The knowledge went to her head, and she moaned around his thick member, relaxing the muscles of her mouth, letting him fuck her throat and enjoying every second of it.
He twisted her hair in his hand and wrapped his fingers around her skull, moving her with the force and speed he needed. After giving her six strokes, his body tightened under her touch. He pushed her head down with enough force to keep it there. His erratic breathing increased, his thighs trembled slightly on either side of her, and his groaning increased. She knew he was close. She adjusted the angle she’d been using, just enough that she wouldn’t choke, as Chad had taught her. She felt his body clench, and he groaned with the force of his release.
“Danika.” Her name on his lips was everything she wanted… needed.
She tasted his hot, salty essence as he held her tightly to him, and her eyes watched his face greedily like he’d never let her before. She wasn’t blindfolded, and she basked in the feeling.
He was in a mindless state of release, and his body shivered repeatedly. He’d likely punish her later for watching him in his moment of weakness-but oh, was it worth it.
Finally, he allowed her to lift away from him, and she took her mouth from him and looked around frantically. She had him in her mouth; her eyes found an empty drink can within her reach if she stretched out her hand.
He tugged himself back into his clothes and watched her with a lift of his eyebrow. His eyes said everything. He expected her to take up the can and dispose of everything in it.
So she’d confirm his thoughts that he was repulsive?
Then she closed her eyes and swallowed.
She knew he watched her do it, and she felt his muscles tense. She opened her eyes and stared at him with her cheeks flushed. His expression dissolved, and for the first time, she saw a look she had never seen in his eyes. Tenderness.
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