Night was falling. Vetta watched Danika as she drew water from the pit. There was
no one around, and Vetta was feeling angry while staring at her.
How could someone in a plain slave uniform look like royalty without even trying?
The thought angered Vetta. She had to work hard in looking like the mistress she was.
Sometimes she looked in the mirror and she saw the slave she’d always been.
No. She was no longer that girl. She wasn’t!
Vetta watched as Danika placed the pot of water on her head and started walking.
As she got closer to Vetta, she came out of the shadows and placed her foot in
Danika’s path. Danika stumbled on it and fell. The pot broke to pieces, and she
winced, scrapping her elbow on the ground.
Vetta bent down and grabbed hold of Danika’s hair. “Watch where you’re going,
Slave!” she snarled.
Danika swiveled her head and stared at her. “You placed your foot in the path,” she
told her bluntly.
Danika’s head whipped back at the force of the slap, but Vetta yanked her hair,
forcing her head back to where she wanted it.
“You have no right to talk back to me! And you have no right to make such
unfounded accusations!” she hissed.
Danika stared at the woman holding her hair. Her fingers itched to slap her back.
The king’s mistress. How could she forget this woman? She hadn’t.
When Danika’s eyes held hers defiantly, Vetta tightened her grip on Danika’s hair.
“Do well to avoid my path, Slave. The next time, I’m going to whip you!”
She released Danika’s hair, straightened to her full height, and walked away.
Danika watched her leave. She took deep breaths to calm the anger coursing
through her.
It was the middle of the night, and Lucien was sleeping, but he woke to pleasure.
He let out a low groan, his body hyper-tuned. A hot mouth sucked on his cock, licking
hungrily at the seams of his scars, sending little electric sensations through him.
Lucien wanted to believe that it was Vetta pleasuring him in the middle of the
night, but he knew it wasn’t her. He opened his eyes on the verge of release and saw
Chad’s head bobbing up and down.
“Chad-” Lucien tried to dislodge the man, even as he tried to wake up from sleep
completely.
Chad’s mouth let go of him with a pop, and he stared at him dreamily. “Lucien.”
Then he lowered his head again and applied pressure that left Lucien on the very edge
of climax.
Sleep fled Lucien’s eyes, and he pushed away from Chad-carefully, but firmly.
He stared at the man who’d been with him through thick and thin-mostly thin.
Even when it was becoming too much for him and Lucien had wanted to give up,
he would remember those two men first, then his dead family and then his people.
Lucien palmed his face. “We’re no longer in captivity, Chad. We are free. You’re
no longer a slave,” he reminded him slowly, like he always did.
But Chad wasn’t there. Whenever he was like that, he was never mentally there.
Seeing the familiar dilated faraway look in Chad’s eyes, a mixture of lust and
sleep, Lucien tugged his penis back into his pajamas and rose from the bed. “Come
on, big guy.”
He urged him toward the bathroom and poured a full pail of cold water over
Chad’s head. Chad sputtered and gasped and rubbed the water from his face.
His eyes widened. “My king!”
Lucien started for his bedroom in measured strides, leaving Chad to follow.
Arousal beat hard at him, but he tried to push it to the back of his mind. He got to the
bed and stared back at Chad again, who looked so horrified that he’d paled.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” Chad groaned miserably.
“You did.”
His knees hit the ground, and he lowered his head. “I’m so sorry, my ki-”
“Stop with the ‘my king,’ Chad. It’s the middle of the night and just us in here.”
Chad nodded once and swallowed guiltily. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”
Lucien took a deep breath, staring at this man who’d been through hell with him,
then he patted Chad’s shoulder. “Rise. Go back to your quarters and try to sleep. The
doctor promised to get you the best medicine for this ailment. You will be fine again.”
Chad looked doubtful, but relieved. He rose and walked out of the room,
apologizing once again.
Minutes later, Lucien went back to bed and tried to get the sleep that eluded him.
He hadn’t slept well in the past fifteen years. Ever.
And now, arousal beat at him so hard, it was painful.
Lucien was having nightmares again. He frequently had nightmares, recalling
those days in hell.
Tonight, though, the nightmare was about his second introduction as the king’s
slave. Cone had so many personal slaves from both genders, but he took special
interest in Lucien. Cone always made sure his treatment was different.
As a male, Cone fucked female slaves. That was the rule. It was entertainment.
Then the men fucked the women while the kings ate and laughed… unless they
wanted to fuck-introduce-a female slave.
While they pumped the males with herbal drugs that made them take as many
females as possible, it wasn’t enough for Cone.
Cone had tossed Lucien a small bottle. “I want you to fuck him,” he’d ordered.
Even in his dream, Lucien could still remember vividly checking the bottle and
discovering a lubricant. He stared at Cone again.
Cone nodded. “I want you to fuck his ass, Slave-right here. Right now.”
Lucien stared at the ‘him’ in question, and it was Chad.
His second introduction was very traumatic because he’d been forced to fuck his
servant, who had been with him since he was a boy. But Lucien did it, right there in
front of everyone. They laughed and cheered and giggled whenever Chad cried out in
pain. Lucien did his best not to make it hurt…at least right there.
It was just a nightmare. It’s just the past. The past can no longer harm me. I am
free. I am a king now, not a slave. Lucien recited that in his mind the exact way the
mind healer told him to. He found himself calming down, coming back to himself.
He didn’t need a seer to tell him why his nightmare tonight featured his second
introduction. It was because of his interaction with Chad. His second introduction had
been the most traumatic for him-for Chad, too.
Only, he hadn’t known that Cone was just beginning.