Chapter 25
Dylan POV
He grabbed my ankle after his little speech, and quickly pulled me towards him, he attached one cuff to my left wrist then tried to get me to stop wriggling. "Stop fighting me!" He was trying with all his might to grab my right wrist, but I was too unpredictable, I moved it every way imaginable, he couldn't predict my movements.
When the king realized he wasn't winning he huffed in annoyance, I saw a large fist heading towards my face suddenly and braced for impact, I felt nothing at first but an ache soon set in my face. I tried to move my hands but realized I could hardly move, my legs were spread apart, while being connected to the bottom of the bed, and my wrists were locked on the bed frame with a single pair of handcuffs that were looped through the bars of the headboard. I wiggled and tried to kick but to no avail did I escape.
"Shhh, shhh. It's ok, this is just so you can focus on me and nothin else. I didn’t mean to knock you out though, I just wanted you to stop fighting me.” I looked my hazy eyes over to where the king was standing, he was stood towards the bottom of the bed, simply taking my bound form in. I was still dressed in the see through red underwear dress, however the thong that barely covered me was long gone, and my private area was once again completely on show for him. “I forget how weak you humans are sometimes.”
I didn’t even comprehend that I’d been knocked out, he must have hit me with some force. I’ve been slapped by him loads in the past month, but for me to be rendered unconscious so easily was a concern. Being imprisoned must have weakened me more than I thought.
I was brought out of my dazed state when the kings hands gently tickled the insides of my thighs as his fingers slowly made their way to my folds. I tensed and tried to close my parted legs but I couldn’t. The rope was simply far too tight.
"Please, I... I don't want this." Fear set in again, because I didn't know what he was going to do, but it made vomit rise in my throat as a thousand scenarios crashed through my head. You would think after all this time he would stop finding ways to humiliate me.
"I don't think I have tasted you yet, have I?" He smirked while my eyes just grew a thousand times bigger than before. He couldn't mean... but that's disgusting, I shook my head, and moved my knees up and down slightly, not that it did anything. "It's been all about my pleasure, I've been neglecting you, haven't I? That’s why you keep defining me, isn’t it?" He continued to run his fingers lightly up and down my naked legs, from shin to thigh, causing goosebumps to disgustingly appear on my skin.
"Please... don't." He smiled and ran his finger over my clitoris, before leaning down and placing a single kiss on the inside of my thigh causing me to freeze. I swallow thickly as I braced myself for his onslaught, I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasurable, not in the slightest, and I felt another part of me die inside.
This was inevitable now, there was no point in pleading or trying to stop anything, I honestly don't really know why I tried. I shut my eyes tight, trying to block out the sensation of the kings touch, it didn't work which was evident when i felt the kings lips kiss my button. He felt me jolt slightly and chuckled thinking I did it out of pleasure, and not shock mixed with disgust.
"Just relax, I'll show you that it's so good to have a mate." I felt his disgusting breath on what used to be my most intimate area as he spoke before I felt a large lick from my entrance to my button, which caused my muscles to clench. He hummed in satisfaction before repeating the gesture. "Hmm, You taste better than I imagined. I'll have to do this a lot more often." He began to devour me, his tongue lapping up every inch of skin available to him.
His mouth didn't feel nice at all, it just felt slimy, not doing anything to cause me pleasure, and definitely never ending. When I didn't make any sign of enjoyment, his teeth bit down on my clit causing my eyes to jolt open and a small cry of pain to leave my lips.
"I knew you liked it rough!" He chuckled then continued to bite, suck and lick me for another 5 minutes, before I felt him move, the bed shifted, showing he had climbed on it, and something familiar and hard pressed at my entrance. I braced myself for the instant impalement and winced when it came.
I stared at the ceiling the entire time he pounded me. My wrists pulled against the restraints from the force he was moving me, he pulled out all the way, before slamming into me painfully, he moaned and groaned the entire time, while I just lay there.
I always, just lay there. Trying to find some peace or happiness in a memory from before the new world began. Even that didn't end my misery though. Eventually I felt his movements stopped inside me, he stayed still, and tensed for a few seconds a large moan of pleasure left him before removing his now semi-flaccid member.
"As always, that was incredible." When I made no acknowledgement of his words whatsoever a large slap hit the left side of my face, I knew a hand print was already forming on it. "You are welcome by the way! I just allowed you to receive pleasure, and you don't even look grateful." Again I said nothing, I only stared at the ceiling causing the king to sigh. He was clearly tired of my withdrawn nature every time he defiled me. He grabbed a key out of a draw to the side of the bed and reached for the cuffs binding my hands together to the headboard. "If you don't thank me, the next time we make love will be on the front steps of the palace!" He growled out as he angrily released my bound limbs.
My eyes widened at his words, I honestly had no doubt he would do exactly what he said, and so I swallowed the thick lump of fear down and stayed staring at the ceiling as I spoke the words he so desperately wanted to hear.
"Thank you, your grace." There was absolutely no emotions in my voice at all, but the king was satisfied, he was already naked from the hips down and so he tossed his night shirt off to reveal his full form, then he moved to my feet, and began untying my ankles from the bed.
"I knew you were grateful." Once I was free I curled my body into a ball, there was no point moving too much, my legs wouldn't be able to hold my weight, and the king stated I was to sleep in his room anyway.
I felt a tug on the bed sheets underneath me and moved ever so slightly so the king could pull them out, he then draped them over my body, turned the light off and climbed in behind me, scooping me into a cuddle, his torso pressed against my back and his breath fanned across my neck. Less than ten minutes later his breathing shallowed and loud snoring began right down my ear.
My eyes stayed pinned to the wall, desperate to get away from this life, but knowing full well I couldn't. I got no sleep, my mind reeling with the imminent punishment I was going to receive publicly tomorrow. I had no idea what was being planned, however I knew that this time tomorrow evening I was going to be in world of pain. The king never held back his anger, and I was going to feel the full force of it tomorrow.
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