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I know that I should. I’m beginning to see that if I want any chance of Zephiro letting his guard down any time soon, I need to gain his trust. Do his bidding. But not this. I can’t do this.
If I do this… there goes my dignity. And despite the fact that he has kidnapped me and wants to keep me as his pet, I still have that. Which is something I never had, not once with those dark elves.
Of course, many of the dark elves made me do things like this. They wanted me to get down on my knees and beg them to do all sorts of things to me. And I had to do it.
From the moment I walked into any room, my dignity was already gone. No one respected me or saw me as a real person.
And so here, with Zephiro, I can’t let this last part of me go. Not yet.
“Why can’t you just admit that you want it?” he whispers.
That voice sends chills up my spine. Because he’s right. I want it so bad that I’m starting to forget why I was ever resisting in the first place.
I try to control my breathing, knowing that my panting is a dead giveaway to my arousal. And when he finally gives up, taking his hand away from me, I’m frustrated beyond imagination. But I know that I did the right thing.
Suddenly, Zephiro stands up, reaching down and scooping me into his arms. Once out of the tub, he sets me onto my feet, reaching for a towel.
As he begins drying off my body, section by section, I find myself avoiding eye contact. I can’t look at him. Not after letting him touch me like that.
Once I’m mostly dry, he leads me back into the bedroom. He pulls out a short, white, flowy dress and starts to put it on me. I attempt to grab it, but he shakes his head, slapping my hand away.
“Let me dress you. Be a good girl,” he growls.
As he slips the dress up my legs, he lets his hands graze my body. I shiver at the touch once more, still battered from being left on the edge just moments ago.
Finally, the dress is fully on me, and Zephiro lets his hands graze my hard nipples through the dress. I suck in a breath but curse myself for giving any reaction at all. He doesn’t need to know what his touch is doing to me.
Zephiro chuckles, trailing his fingers from my breasts down to my legs, tracing circles on my inner thigh. I shut my eyes tight, willing myself to ignore what’s happening. But when his hand disappears up my dress, touching my core once more, it’s impossible.
My eyes fly open, wide as can be as one finger parts me and the other finds that same sweet spot again. Zephiro gets down on his knees.
“Mmm,” I moan, eyes fluttering.
He continues rubbing, and I almost fall over when I feel his tongue snaking up my thigh, teasing. His tongue feels better than I thought it would, and I find myself silently begging him to lick other, more sensitive, parts of me.
Of course, he doesn’t do that. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he continues to tease me with it, bringing it oh-so-close to my core just to start all over again at my thigh.
Another moan comes out of my mouth, louder this time. I can’t help my reaction, as much as I’m ashamed of it. But a different side of me isn’t ashamed of it at all. It’s that same side of me that wants to see what he’ll do next.
Suddenly, he stops, leaving me hanging once again. I try my hardest not to react as he stands up straight, looking me right in the eyes. He says nothing for a moment, just staring.
My legs are still shaking as I maintain eye contact with him, putting up my most defiant front. But all my efforts are wasted as he grabs the back of my neck and takes my lips with his.
For a moment, I struggle against him. But it isn’t long before my traitorous lips are giving up, exploring every inch of his mouth.
Too soon, he pulls away. Without a word, he scoops me up and sets me on the bed, quickly reattaching the chain to my ankle.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. It’s too late, anyway, as he exits the room.
My hand reaches up to touch my lips as I replay that kiss in my head. Why did I kiss him back? I should be disgusted by him, and yet… What is happening to me?
A part of me wonders why I’m resisting so much. It’s obvious that there is a perfectly good way for me to distract him, and it’s been right in front of me this entire time.
Do I just act docile? Do I just go along with this and have sex with him? Maybe this is the best way for me to get him to let his guard down.
It wouldn’t be that hard for me to just pretend to give in. He would never even know the difference. It’s not like it doesn’t feel good, so I won’t really have to fake much.
Maybe I just have to force myself to submit, just for the time being. Just until I can gain enough of his trust to get out of here.
