That said, he began fucking her with his finger in earnest, his eyes watching her
face observantly. She closed her eyes and tried to take his advice. She forced her mind
to relax while he worked his finger into her tight sheath.
“Very good,” he complimented approvingly.
Her eyes opened and found the king on this writing chair, looking at them closely.
At her. There was no expression on his face.
Tension filled her. The more she tried to relax, the less she was. The session wasn’t
going well.
When Chad started unbuckling his pants, she heard the king’s voice for the first
time.
“Enough, Chad,” his low voice reverberated; his eyes flared.
Danika would have sworn that she saw something like…possessiveness in his eyes
before he blinked, and it was gone. Just the cold and unfeeling countenance again.
Maybe she imagined it.
Chad stopped immediately and stared at the king in confusion.
“Stop touching her. Teach her how to pleasure a man,” he ordered, and began
writing again.
“As you wish, Your Highness.” Chad urged her down from the table and lowered
himself into the nearest chair. He unbuckled himself and pulled his penis from his
leather pants.
He was big, and Danika was glad that the king had stopped him from taking
pleasure from her body. It would have hurt terribly.
“Run your hand on it,” he urged, taking her hand, and teaching her how to run it up
and down his phallus. How to caress it. How much pressure to add. What not to do.
The more he taught her, the more he complimented her improved skills, and she was a
fast learner.
It made her more confident, and her hands stopped trembling while she did
everything he said. Suddenly, she had the great urge to please. But not Chad. She
wanted to please Lucien. She knew he was watching.
“Now the mouth.” He urged her mouth down on him, and even though she didn’t
know what he expected of her, she let him urge her head down on him.
In the long minutes that followed, he taught her how to take him deep. How to get
it down her throat. How to get past her gag reflex. How to suck on it. How to hold it
with her throat.
It wasn’t easy to learn, but he was very patient with her. She was glad that it was
Chad holding the session. Danika couldn’t imagine how bad it would be if it were a
stranger who wore his hatred for her and her father on his sleeve.
Before long, Chad was groaning, and she was openly sucking him, doing
everything he taught her. She applied the right amount of pressure, and he sucked in a
breath, grunting as he came into her mouth. She ceased to breathe and swallowed
quickly, like he taught her. She kept on until she milked him dry. Then he tugged
himself back into his leather pants, still breathing heavily as he stared at her.
“You did well, Danika. You did really well.” He surprised her when he kissed her
forehead.
Danika knew her father had been cruel to this man. Why wasn’t he being as cruel
to her? She stared at him as he got up, and just then, she heard a rustle of movement.
She looked toward it to see the king taking measured strides towards her.
“Get out, Chad.” He hesitated, his eyes on her. “You can wait at the door, or you
can call Vetta.”
“Yes, my king.” He did just that.
The king started forward. “To the bed.”
She nodded, relieved that it was the bed, but also scared out of her mind. Danika
knew what he could do to her, and just the thought of it had panic closing her throat.
She climbed on the bed and gave him her back, closing her eyes tight, then said a
silent prayer to the Creator in her mind. Her body was shaking because of her fear.
She heard the rustle of clothes, then he came up behind her. She was liquid
underneath from the session, and his searching hands soon discovered it. He groaned
approvingly and guided himself towards her opening, his hand holding her hips as he
worked himself into her. He didn’t shove right in like he did that night in her room.
It burned as always, and it hurt, but…there was something else. A feeling she
couldn’t explain.
He leaned closer into her, and his breath caressed her ear. “Every slave gets a
reward from her master from time to time for doing a good job, for pleasing her
Master. I’ll give you your first reward today. Here.”
Reward? She knew it was done, but she was sure her father never practiced it. Why
would he want to reward her? And how? Surely, hurting her didn’t amount to a
reward.
So many questions and pleas and protests in her mind, but she said nothing. She
didn’t understand anything he was saying, but she still responded. “Thank you,
Master.”
He leaned back, withdrew himself from her, and pushed into her again. He began a
long but steady movement. Danika clenched her hands on the bed and took his
strokes. She was half afraid that he’d yank on her hair or hurt her breasts or slap her
butt. She was so afraid that he’d do a lot of hurtful things again.
But he didn’t.
She didn’t understand what he was making her feel. It was overwhelming, but it
wasn’t painful.
His hand snaked to her breast, and he tweaked her nipple, applying slight pressure,
and he angled his thrusts.
Danika made a sound in her throat, pushing back against him. Such an unfamiliar
response from herself confused and scared her.
His strokes came faster, plunging in and out of her. Soon enough, she was moaning
underneath him, making little sounds of pleasure in her throat.
Her eyes closed as pleasure ripped through her, her body trembled under the
onslaught. She reveled in the sensation she didn’t understand, but overwhelmed her.
When he tangled his hand in her hair, she stiffened immediately, the sensation
forgotten, and she whimpered with fear, waiting for him to yank hard on it.
But instead of yanking on it, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts. His other hand
snaking down to caress the nub between her legs.
“Oh” The sound escaped her in a breathy exclamation.