Tori
Iwore the same gown he had given me this morning, knowing it would please him to see it.Ihad spent most of the afternoon sitting in front of my fire, willing my thoughts to settle, and pushing fears into the flames, incinerating them.Doingso had eaten up almost my entire afternoon andImissed lunch, soIwas ravenous now that dinner had arrived.Ifloated down the long hall that led to the dining room, and a servant opened the door for me.Ithought about what had been taking place here just a few nights ago.
Uponentering,Iwas surprised to find only the king seated at the head of the long table, with only one chair and setting out beside his own, placed at his right side.Itwas to be just him andI?Thatuneasiness crept back into my stomach, butIwas able to shove it mostly away with logic this time.He’dhad me riding his cock last night,Icould handle being alone with him for a fully-clothed dinner.Unlessof course, he intended to have me here as well…Thethought curled that devious heat between my legs, butIswiped it away, focusing on the task at hand.Thiswas an opportunity to have a real conversation with him, maybe even gain some information.
Hestood asIapproached, pulling out my chair for me.Hiseyes sparkled just the wayIknew they would when he looked me over in my dress.Thevoice inside me sang at that.
“Don’tyou look lovely this evening?Ourfashion suits you, little bird.”Ifelt the heat rising in my cheeks and tried to hide it by ducking down into my chair.BeforeIcould, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss.Itwas a soft kiss.Casual, as if this was something we did all the time:Atedinner together, kissed like lovers, enjoyed each other's company.Evenhis small touch had my head spinning as he deposited me into my chair and returned to his.
Mythoughts were scattering left and right, the waves of my mind roaring to life.Howwas he so able to distract me?I’dbarely entered the room and he already had me on the defensive, working to calm my mind, and cool the spark that had been lit between my legs.Damnhim and his beautiful face, and his strong arms, and his throbbing…
“Tellme what you are thinking, little bird.”Hetook a bite of his meal and bore into me with those emerald eyes.Heknew exactly whatIwas thinking about. “Iheard you took a sleeping potion last night.Ihope that nothing inappropriate is keeping you from restful sleep.”Hiseyes gleamed like the trickster god of old, but he was also letting me know who was in charge.Ofcourse, he knewIhad taken one,I’msure nothing happened in his castle without his knowledge.
Ifinally found my voice, “I’vejust been having bad dreams, andIwanted them to stop.”Nota lie, not really.
Themischievousness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a serious look.Hemoved his hand as if he were going to reach for mine, but thought better of it and fluidly turned it into reaching for his wine goblet instead.
“Withall that has happened,Iam surprised everyone’s nights are not plagued by nightmares.”Interesting, considering he was likely the source of many people’s nightmares.Hepushed his lips together grimacing. “Oryxhas developed potions that calm dreams, at least diminishing them.Thesleeping potion can… well,Iwould prefer you not take it.”Helooked at me then,IthoughtIread true concern in his eyes.Noneof his usual iciness or snobbery.
Ishould have used that concern, allowed him some complacency to get closer to him.Butmy heart hammered.Hecouldn’t possibly have known whatIhad done.ButIwas defensive, andIsnapped, “Ifyou are so concerned with the potionsItake, why haveIbeen given contraceptive tea my entire stay without my consent?”
Immediatelythat aristocratic look returned to his face as he drawled, “Everywoman who stays in my castle is given contraceptive tea.”Thisanswer shocks me, my mind blank on reasoning.Heread my face and continued, “Iknow you seem to enjoy ignoring this fact, butIam the king, and there are many who would hope to come to me and produce an heir.Notfor love of my bloodline of course, but for their own power-hungry desires.”
“Oh, and you must fuck every woman who stays in your castle?”Ithrew it at him like a dagger, but the only one cut by it was me.
Hequirked an eyebrow at me, “ShouldImake it a habit to deny beautiful women who come to my door late at night seeking myassistance?”Hissmirk at his words only made my heart pound faster, blood rushing in my ears.IknewIwas losing control of myself, butIcouldn’t stop.Thisunbelievable asshole.
Istood up from my chair, “Well, lucky for you,Ihave no desire to carry your heir, so you have nothing to worry about.”
Hiseyes went pitch black, andIcould feel the rage pouring off of him.Hestood to his full height, the anger washing over me.Iguess that was the wrong thing to say.Idid my best not to cower away from him, but kept my chin held high, despite every instinct in my body demandingIrun—like prey.
Hestalked over to me and grabbed the flesh of my upper arm, his grip so strongIfelt it might leave bruises.Hepushed me back so my ass was pressed against the edge of the table, andIcould feel the heat rippling off his body.Iheard the feet of the servants who had been in the room quickly shuffling out.
“That’snot what it seemed like last night, when you opened that sweet cunt of yours to me so easily.”Mybreath hitched, and my swirling anger coalesced into something obscene in my low belly, “Whenyou let me fill you with my seed, then let it dry all over your thighs while you slept.”
Ishoved into him with my bad hand as hard asIcould.Itbarely caused him to move at all. “Youabsoluteasshole!”Hereleased that low menacing chuckle that sent shockwaves through my whole body as he pressed his body into me, lowering his mouth to that spot below my jaw that had me throbbing.
“AndIknow you will do it again.Youwill let me spill my seed down your throat, on your skin, and into that warm cunt wheneverIplease.Andyou know why?Becauseyou are mine, and every inch of you craves me more than you can understand, and you’ll do anything to have me.”
Itried shoving him off me again, but my injured arm didn’t have the strength.Icouldn’t fight against him like my body knew how, and that pissed me off even more.Ishoved my shoulder into him instead, ignoring the pain there.Iwent to bring my knee up to collide with him, but he pushed his leg between my thighs, the top of his thigh colliding with my core.Thefriction of it set me ablaze.
Hehad me effectively pinned against the table, andIcouldn’t fight him, soIthrew the only thingIhad at him, “Fuck.You.”
“Withpleasure,Princess.Butyou will submit to me first.”Hereleased me andIheard the tableware crash onto the floor behind me as he swept it away.Imoved to strike him, my elbow coming up to meet his face.Buthe caught it instead and lifted me over the edge of the table.Icrashed down on my back looking up at him.Helay one hand at my chest holding me down, as the other slid up my skirt, tracing that sensitive line along my inner thigh.
“Tellme you don’t want this, andIwill stop.”Hishand moved excruciatingly slow, every inch he moved toward the apex of my thighs drawing more desire from me. “Lookat me and tell me you don’t dream of my touch at night.”Hehad finally reached my core, and he tugged my underwear to the side with commanding fingers.Ilonged to fight, to cut him with my words, butIwas fae andIcould not lie, not when the truth was so obvious as my hips bucked, begging for his touch.Hechuckled as he pulled my legs up and my panties to my knees, resting my calves against his shoulders, and leaned forward to stretch me ever so slightly.
Hishand returned to my core, but he teased me, only grazing my clit.Ibucked my hips harder, my need overflowing, but he did not comply. “Tellme, little bird, tell me you would take my cock anywhere, anytimeIdemanded.”
“Makeme.”Hisexpression shifted from arrogance to pure lust, but that was the lastIsaw before he gripped my hips and spun me over, my feet now on the floor, bent over the table with my ass completely exposed.
“Sucha bratty princess, perhaps it’s time someone disciplined you for that.”Hekicked my feet further apart, but my legs were trapped by the underwear at my knees.ThenIfelt his hand collide with me in a resounding spank.
Ohgods, the flesh of my ass cheek stung where his hand had collided, blood flowing to it and throbbing.Itried to wiggle myself free, but it just resulted in another sharp slap, this one landing closer to my clit. “Everymove earns you another,” he said, and his hand landed on my ass again, the sound reverberating through the empty room.
Gods, my skin stung, andIcould feel the welts he had left there.Myface was burning with embarrassment.Butthe thought of his handprint left red and smarting on me caused my legs to shake.ButIdid not move. “Goodgirl.”Iwas molten at his words, and it felt good, good to submit, good to let go. “Countfor me.”
“One.”
