Suppressed Surrender

"I've noticed a change in you these past few days," Lucian's voice finally broke the heavy silence.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Master," Visenya replied honestly.

He continued to gaze out of the window into the impenetrable darkness of the night. "Do you realize how fortunate you are?"

Visenya remained silent, her thoughts swirling in confusion, unsure of how to respond to a life that felt relentlessly cruel. Lucian turned away from the window, his reflection fading into the abyss, and fixated his piercing gaze upon her dainty figure. She swallowed hard, fighting the instinct to retreat as he closed the distance between them.

In that moment, he loomed over her like an insurmountable titan, and she, a mere speck in his shadow. "You have been granted the privilege of knowing that your mother, your sister, and the rest of your kind are still alive," his voice resonated with a mix of authority and arrogance. "I gave you that. I didn't have to, but I did. And yet, you have shown nothing but ingratitude."

"I am grateful," she interjected. "But it hurts that I can never see them."

"Then you know exactly how I feel, don't you?" Lucian's bitter words pierced the air. "At least you know that they are still alive, and let's not forget that you still have that wolf inside your head. Everyone that I ever gave a damn about is gone, forever. I... have... nothing. Instead, I'm stuck here... with you."

"You don't have to be... you can let me go," Visenya's voice was soft but resolute.

He tightened his grip on the chain of her collar. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"If it makes you happy... why not?" Her words carried a sense of resignation.

He gently tugged on the chain, pulling her closer as the spikes pressed against her delicate neck. His expression grew darker. "I think it would make you happy, and honestly, the thought of your happiness makes me physically ill. I want you to be miserable for the rest of your days. It's only fair since I'm condemned to misery for the rest of mine. The only time I want to see you happy is when you're serving me like a good, loyal dog."

"I have been good. I do everything you tell me to. I stay here obediently... I’ve never once tried to run away. I don't know what more you want from me," she pleaded, desperation seeping into her voice.

"Everything... I want your hopes, your dreams, your free spirit, your joy," his words dripped with bitterness. "I want to hold all of that in my hand and crush it right before your eyes."

A single tear escaped Visenya's eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh, you've already done that... I assure you."

"No, there's still fight left in you... I will destroy that part of you soon enough... I promise you that," Lucian said, his ruthless words piercing her fragile heart.

Tears continued to stream down Visenya's cheeks as she struggled to understand her tormentor. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because... you're the reason I lost everything," he replied, his voice tinged with affliction.

Visenya shook her head, unwilling to accept his explanation. "No, you've always hated me... since the very beginning, and I've never understood why. I've never done anything to you. I was always kind..."

"Silence!" Lucian shouted, abruptly cutting her off. "And stop... fucking... crying! Gods, you're even uglier when you cry!"

Visenya buried her face in her hands, wiping away her tears while desperately trying to prevent more from falling. She reminded herself that reasoning with an arrogant bastard like Lucian would be futile. He would always believe he was justified in his actions and beliefs.

No matter what she said or did, everything would always be her fault. She realized that, in this twisted game, the only way to ease her life under these circumstances was to endure his tirades and withstand his complete devaluation of her character.

She wiped away the last of her fallen tears and straightened herself up. "My apologies, Master. It was a grave mistake on my part to speak to you in such a manner. I was out of line, and you are right to be angry with me. Please, do not punish me for my moment of stupidity. I am just a dumb slave who doesn't know any better, but I am learning."

Lucian carefully observed her, searching for any insincerity in her words, but found none. He concluded that she was either being genuinely remorseful or exceptionally skilled at theatricals. Regardless, he relished in her submission. It tasted like sweet victory to him, and he yearned for it more and more. After all, having complete and utter control over her for the rest of their days together was his greatest conquest.

"Kneel," he commanded, and Visenya swiftly dropped to her knees, faster than it took him to demand it. "Show me how a good slave behaves," he instructed, allowing her long, silky curls to glide along his fingers.

She ran her hands up his muscular legs until they reached his inner thighs. Then, she delicately caressed his growing manhood as he gradually lowered his undershorts, granting her the proper access she needed.

As she gently gave him a few starter pumps with her soft, feminine hand, he slowly lowered his shorts down to his ankles, stepping out of them completely until he stood there, completely naked before her. She knew she had some serious work to put in, so she took a deep breath and braced herself. Then, she began pleasuring him with her mouth, just as he had taught her.

It felt undeniably good to him, but he yearned for more. Time seemed to stretch on, and his mind became consumed with thoughts of the tantalizing warmth that awaited between her legs. He tried to think of all the reasons he should continue to fight their intense mate bond, but it was a losing game.

He started to rationalize why he should just get it done and over with. She was not only his slave, whom he owned every part of, but she was also his mate, destined by the Gods long before their births. It was his divine right to claim her in every way he desired. That was the conclusion he had reluctantly arrived at, accepting the inevitable.

“I can’t go on any longer! Please... I’m tired, and my jaw hurts," Visenya pleaded with the Dragon Lord.

Lucian’s gaze bore down on Visenya as if she were utterly useless. He forcefully grabbed the short chain that dangled from her collar, causing her to yelp in pain as the inner spikes dug into the sensitive flesh of her neck. With a harsh pull, he lifted her to her feet and dragged her over to his desk, bending her over its surface.

Visenya felt a surge of panic as Lucian pressed his hardness against her bottom. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "If you can't satisfy me with your mouth, then you'll have to satisfy me some other way."

In one swift motion, he tore off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. The implications of his actions became quite clear to Visenya. "Please, let me try again... with my mouth. I believe I can..."

"Quiet!" Lucian's voice reverberated off the walls of his bedchamber, instantly silencing her.

"I'm the one stuck with you, not the other way around... Don't forget that," he spat, his tone oozing with arrogance. "It's so convenient for you mutts to reject your mates and then hop into bed with whomever you please, but us dragons aren't granted such luxuries. You should consider yourself honored to even be touched by someone of my caliber."

He pressed his knee against her inner thigh, silently commanding her to spread her legs. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his fingers slipped between her thighs. She cursed her own traitorous body as she felt herself grow wet from his touch. Frustration welled up inside her when she heard Lucian's smug chuckle, as if he needed another reason to revel in his self-importance.

"How many men have fucked you, dog?" he asked in a husky, yet acrimonious tone.

"None," she replied, her voice steady.

Lucian seized the chain of her collar, yanking it forcefully and causing her to let out a sharp shriek of pain. "Do not lie to me!" His voice seethed with anger, mingled with an emotion that left her puzzled.

"I swear it, Master... I'm a virgin," she said, her voice trembling.

"I find it hard to believe that, at twenty-six years old, you've managed to remain chaste," he remarked incredulously.

"I don't care what you believe!" She snapped back defiantly.

He forcefully pushed her down onto the wooden surface of his desk, positioning himself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, he entered her, causing her to cry out in pain as he eagerly sought to fill her completely with his large, thick length, stretching her delicate flesh in the process. He firmly held her wrists, using them as leverage to pull her onto him.

In that moment, all of Lucian's senses faded away, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he felt as she gripped tightly around his aching cock. Once fully nestled inside her, he wasted no time, moving with a relentless rhythm, thrusting in and out of her body.

He had completely lost control, unable to stop himself, driven by an irresistible force that had taken hold of him. He pounded into her like a wild beast unleashed from its cage, possessed entirely by an unseen entity.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two of them orchestrated a haunting symphony composed of her waning whimpers, his guttural grunts of pleasure, and the sound of skin slapping skin. Visenya's tears stained the mahogany surface of his desk, and her voice became nothing more than a raspy whisper.

She eventually succumbed to her exhaustion, waking several times in a somnolent daze. Lucian had carried her to his bed, where she found herself tangled in various compromising positions throughout the night. He handled her body as if she were a rag doll, pumping into her relentlessly. All she could do was close her eyes once more and dream of better days, wondering if the night would ever end.