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My shoulders hurt and my chin is wet with what I hope is drool but might be blood.
When the door opens, the light from the room beyond seems to yellow.I glimpse the window, enough to see the sun setting over the ocean.
Then the king is there, his shoulders filling the doorway, the spikes of the iron crown on his head backlit by the setting sun.
When he steps in and closes the door I catch my breath, the realization that I belong to this man sinking in.
He pauses, looking around, and when he sees me, he frowns.
Despite my earlier tears and hopelessness, I raise my chin and meet his gaze.
He stalks over, then stands by the mattress, once again looking down at me.He crouches and unties the leather gag.He frowns as he examines the spiked ball in my mouth.
“Open.”
I try, but the tips of the spikes feel embedded in my skin.He grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open as I scream, and gently removes the cruel gag.
I close my mouth and swallow, but he won’t let me keep it closed.The king squeezes my face.
“Open your mouth.”
“Please,” I mumble.“Please let me—”
“Open,” he commands.
When I still don’t obey, he slides his finger between my lips and along the line of my clenched teeth.He pushes at the hinge of my jaw, forcing my mouth open, the same way one would force a horse to take a bit.
His hand in my hair jerks my head back so he can examine me in the light.
His finger touches the roof of my mouth, the divots left there by the blunted spikes.
“Didn’t break the skin,” he says.
The king stands, his face unreadable.He walks towards the door, and while I’m glad to have the gag gone, the idea of being left here again, my shoulders screaming in pain, my knees spread, has me fighting not to cry.
The king opens the door.“Who brought her here?”
There’s a murmur from someone standing guard in the bedroom.
“Throw him in the dungeon.I’ll kill him myself tomorrow.He touched what’s mine.”
I’m shocked but when the king turns back, his face is unreadable.
He kneels before me, our faces nearly level, though he’s taller than me even when we’re on our knees.He reaches for my face, his finger between my lips.
I close my teeth, trying to bite him, but he shoves his finger into the back corner of my mouth once more, forcing my jaw open.Drool slides out of my mouth and over my already wet chin.
His other hand rubs my chin, sliding through the spit coating me.Then he smirks and rises, his hands going to his pants.
I stare up at him in shock, and when he pulls out his huge cock I lean back, but my bound arms and spread knees make it hard to move.He grabs fistfuls of my hair, jerking me forward until his cock rubs my cheek.
“If you bite me, I’ll hurt you.”
It’s a simple threat, but hours spent helpless in this room softened my will to fight.My shoulders ache, my arms are numb.
“Open,” he commands.
Tears slide down my cheeks but I obey, and he shoves his cock into my mouth.My tongue is throbbing and my jaw aches after being forced open for so long.The king doesn’t care.His thick cock rubs my tongue and the roof of my mouth before bumping against the back of my throat.
