Persuasive Mind Tricks

Visenya paced restlessly in Lucian's bedchamber, anxiously awaiting his arrival. The piercing screams of Cylis reached her ears, a symphony of justice for his reprehensible actions. Oh, how she yearned to witness the pervert's torment firsthand.

As Lucian's footsteps echoed up the stairs, Visenya stood there nervously, her heart pounding. She dropped to her knees instinctively, hoping to preempt his demand, a desperate attempt to appease him.

"Thank you, Master, for coming to our aid," she began as soon as he walked through the door, but her words were swiftly silenced by his cutting, icy voice.

"Be silent," Lucian interjected, his voice dripping with cold authority. "Don’t you ever take matters into your own hands again. If there is a problem here in my castle, you come to address it with me first, is that understood?"

"There was no time," Visenya pleaded, "I had to act fast, or he would have…"

"It is not your place to concern yourself with the other slaves," Lucian snapped. "Your place is to do what I tell you to do! Nothing more, nothing less."

"I apologize, but I cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of others," Visenya asserted firmly.

Lucian scoffed, a hint of disdain in his words. "Yet, that is precisely what you did when you allowed the night stalkers to starve under your rule."

Visenya's tone turned defiant, "Does it hurt your feelings to know how the leeches were treated under my reign?"

"I couldn't care less," he retorted callously. "I am merely highlighting how much of a hypocrite you are."

“You know nothing about me,” Visenya asserted.

“You keep saying that, but I assure you I know all that I need to know,” Lucian declared with confidence.

“Is that so?” Visenya challenged. “Please tell me, what is it that you think you know so well about me?”

“That you’re nothing more than a stupid, useless, pathetic dog,” he spat.

Just like all of Lucian’s previous insults, this one pierced Visenya's heart even deeper than the last. She despised herself for allowing his abusive words to diminish her worth. How could a mate bond hold so such power that she would still seek validation from someone who regarded her as useless and pathetic?

“You are correct, Master. I am indeed stupid, useless, and pathetic. I promise not to step out of line again,” Visenya conceded. “I implore you, grant me your word that the slaves will be spared from any violation under your roof.”

"I don't owe you anything," Lucian said dismissively.

"Please, Master," Visenya pleaded, her voice filled with desperation as she inched closer to Lucian. She gazed up at him, her hands gliding up his strong, muscular thighs. With a delicate touch, her hands came to rest on his bulge, which was already starting to thicken from her touch. Her eyes remained locked with his as she slowly tugged his undershorts down.

However, just as she was about to free his hardened manhood, he abruptly pushed Visenya away. "Only whores do sexual deeds in exchange for favors," he ridiculed.

"Well, that's what I am to you, isn't it?" She shot back, her voice filled with defiance.

“Get out,” he dismissed, his tone cold and uncaring.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out hopelessly, “But, Master... please…”

What Visenya didn't know was that Lucian's manipulative ploy began the moment he entered the room. He hadn't summoned her for the last couple of days, not because he didn't want to. No, that certainly wasn't the case. In fact, all he could think about for those two long and dreadful days was her ever so sweet and inviting mouth.

There was one thing that truly upset him about their last encounter, though, and it was her off-putting attitude. He wanted her to not only be willing but enthusiastic about making him feel good. He was used to women fighting with one another just to pleasure him, and that's precisely the kind of eagerness he wanted to see in Visenya.

He strolled towards his nightstand, quenching his thirst with a sip of water before dismissing her presence with a wave of his hand. "You're simply not worthy of my time, mutt. I can have another slave in here within seconds who will want nothing more than to satisfy me. Why the hell should I lower my standards for you, who has no desire to please her master?"

"But I do want to please you," Visenya asserted.

Lucian's brow raised with intrigue. "And how do you want to please me?"

Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Visenya composed herself. She couldn't believe he was making her spell it out for him. "I want to pleasure you."

"You need to be more descriptive," he prodded.

Visenya forced a smile, nodding, while inwardly battling the urge to unleash her frustration. "I want to pleasure you with my mouth."

"Go on," he urged.

"I want to taste you," Visenya added.

"Be more convincing," he demanded.

Visenya struggled, torn between playing along with Lucian's twisted game and resisting the urge to hurl the nearest object at his head. "I want to suck your cock," she boldly declared.

A smirk stretched across Lucian's face, "How badly do you want it?"

Visenya's tone trembled with desire as she replied, "So very badly, Master... I need to taste your sweet, warm cum in my mouth."

"Crawl to me." His husky voice demanded.

Eagerly, Visenya dropped to her hands and knees, crawling towards him. But just as she reached out to pull down his shorts, he took a quick step back. "I want to hear you beg for me, dog. Beg for me to put my cock in your mouth."

"Please, Master... put that big, glorious cock of yours in my mouth," she pleaded. "I cannot bear another second without it."

A literal fire ignited in his eyes, causing her to question its meaning and whether she should be concerned. She recalled a time long ago when his eyes displayed the same intensity. Perhaps, it was merely a Dragon thing, she mused.

Lucian tenderly traced the back of his hand along the side of her face, and she couldn't help but surrender to the blissful sensation, her eyes closing in response to the surge of electricity coursing through her from his touch.

Her mind wandered to envision a mate who surpassed him in every way. A mate who embodied love, gentleness, and unwavering protection. The mate she had always yearned for.

"This is how I like you to behave," he asserted, his voice shattering her beautiful daydream. "No resistance, no snarky remarks, and no disrespectful look upon your face. But how long will it last?"

"For the rest of my days, Master," she vowed. "I am devoted to pleasing you in every possible way. I am yours to command, willingly surrendering to your every desire."

It was a small price to pay to protect Emi and the other slaves in that palace. So, maybe she had to degrade herself and allow Lucian to use her like an object. But as much as she hated him with all of her heart, it was physically impossible for her to be repulsed by him. He was her mate, and no matter what her heart and mind thought of him, her body would always know that it belonged to him.

Lucian took a seat at the edge of the bed and pulled himself out of his shorts for her. She wasted no time doing what was expected of her. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his grunts were unapologetically audible as she bobbed up and down on his stiffness. He watched her as she effortlessly took every hit to the back of her throat while he palmed her breasts, playing with her delicate nipples through her thin top.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to slip between her legs and watch her breasts bounce with every thrust he made. He tried to shake the thought away, reminding himself that he was still against mating with her. But it was too late; the mere thought of being inside her was enough to make him blow.

His warm fluid filled every corner of her mouth, and she swallowed every drop without hesitation. She continued to suck him gingerly until he started to soften. Then, she lowered herself to the floor in a submissive kneel, awaiting his next command.

His brain was complete mush, and he struggled to form any coherent thoughts. His tired eyes glanced over to see her, obediently playing the role of a submissive slave. His ego swelled with satisfaction, believing that he had finally molded her into what he desired.

“You’re dismissed,” his tone was inscrutable.

“Thank you, Master,” Visenya replied. “I hope I pleased you well this evening and that you’ll consider my request. You do not owe me any favors, and I ask nothing for myself, only for others.”

“As long as you continue being a good little dog, there should be nothing for you to worry about,” he assured her.