Did what she thought even matter to him? She highly doubted that.
But she wanted to see him. To touch him. To pleasure him with her hands and
mouth. He’d never allow that in private, and she knew that even though he’d
definitely punish her, it’d be worth it.
She pushed his fur coat up and unlaced his golden belt with shaky hands. When he
said nothing, she took it as encouragement and pulled them down a bit.
Please don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me
away.
The pleading words rang in her mind as she uncovered his lower belly. It was filled
with scars, and she bit her lips to keep from gasping in horror.
One wrong move and she’d lose this moment; Danika knew that much. Pain for
him lashed through her. Those wounds must have been excruciating.
She nuzzled the bulge in his underthings. He wasn’t hard, but the size of him had a
rush of nervous adrenaline zigging through her. She kept her eyes down, avoiding his
face.
The music blared in the background. Cheers across the tables. Shouts of
excitement as slaves danced on the table and on the floor. Danika tuned them all out,
suddenly in a world of her own. This was important to her. That she made him feel
something for her. Not for anybody else.
She wanted his organ in her mouth, wanted to feel it harden inside her mouth-
because of her. Not because of the erotic atmosphere. Not because of his mistress.
Her.
She reached down and pulled him out from the confinement of his underthings.
She stared at him.
Oh heavens!
Tears burned the back of her eyes as she saw the scar that outlined his organ. It ran
from base to the tip. The scars from the fried nerve endings were exposed to her.
Her father really did roast his privates. The proof of that knowledge made her chest
burn.
It was no wonder that he was always so rough with her. It must be the only way for
him to feel pleasure. And her father had done this.
She couldn’t resist looking up at him then. He was wearing an angry snarl on his
face as he looked down on her. Her eyes were watery as her body heard him.
She didn’t try to hide her emotions. Didn’t try to hide the tears. “It must have hurt
so bad.” The whisper tore from her lips before she could stop it. The words were out,
and she couldn’t call them back. Her eyes mirrored her horror for saying those words
out loud.
It produced an unexpected result.
Most of the angry lines on his face dissolved. Oh, he was still scowling, but his
expression no longer scared her. Pain flashed in his eyes, and he averted his gaze from
her.
She lowered her head and kissed the head of his organ. He stiffened. It didn’t stop
her. She was determined to do this; he should just deal with her touch.
Apart from that time Chad taught her how to do this, she hadn’t put a cock in her
mouth again-certainly not the king’s. It made her more nervous. But in this court,
she had watched it happen so many times she lost count. She could get the hang of it.
She was determined to.
Danika dragged her parted lips along the length of his organ before sucking the
head into her mouth. King Lucien inhaled sharply. It encouraged her. She gave the
head a small, kittenish lick before licking it from the base to the head. His phallus
started hardening. Pleased, she took the organ into her mouth, moaning a little when
she felt it stiffen further. She bobbed her head up and down the hardening length,
swirling her tongue around it. His breathing hitched as he became thicker and longer,
stretching her lips to the limit. The taste, the stretch, and the feel of the thick hardness
stroking the sensitive skin inside her mouth made her lightheaded.
It bothered Danika how quiet King Lucien was. She looked up and saw that his
eyes still stared down at her, but desire was there in his eyes, his jaw set. He was still
scowling, of course. The only visible sign he was enjoying himself was the erection in
her mouth. He was doing his best to stay detached. Maybe he was even thinking of
some other thing. His mistress?
The thought bothered her more than it should have, and she was determined to
have his mind on her. If he punished later, her offense should be worth his wrath. Her
cheeks flushed; she couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, and she let them down shyly.
Determined, she licked the fat tip, the touch of her tongue teasing, barely there. She
felt his thighs tense. She widened her mouth and swallowed him whole until he hit the
back of her throat and she gagged a little. He groaned out loud, causing a thrill of
pleasure to course through her. Mentally, she prepared herself, carefully keeping her
teeth from his skin. A scroll she read some time ago said that teeth did more harm
than good.
She bobbed her head up and down, licking the skin of his organ. She ran her
tongue on the scar, adding pressure with her tongue. He groaned again, this time
louder and longer. She released his cock and stared up at him; he wasn’t looking so
detached anymore. Desire clouded his features; his hands fisted to his sides. She eyed
his phallus hungrily for a moment before leaning down and swallowing him again.
He was too thick; he made her eyes burn and her jaw ache. But seeing and hearing
the results of her efforts, the growls that escaped his throat. Oh, worth it.