Chapter 1
Walking into the study, I spotted Zelos perched on the edge of his desk, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As time had gone on, the more I’d seen how untrue that was. Squaring my shoulders, I lifted my chin.
“What do you want? I was working.” As if it mattered. I’m his to call, and we both knew it. Still, I refused to bow to his abuse of power.
“Is that how you speak to your king?” He crossed his arms, his head tilting to the side as he scrutinized me.
“You’re no king of mine.” Stupid, but confident.
“Is that so?” He tapped his chin with a devious smirk beneath his fingertips. “Last I checked, you live here in my kingdom. In my castle. Under my rule.”
“Not by choice,” I snapped, reminding us both why I was here. Trapped in his world, missing my own.
“Does that mean you want to leave?” He pondered as if that was a possibility. I’d know. I tried. He slipped away from the desk, walking towards me.
“Of course I want to leave. I want to go home.” If I have a home left.
He crowded me. My muscles tensing as I leaned away and looked up at him. Chills rushed down my spine at the possessive gleam in his eyes. I swallowed. Not anger, but something else, something more dangerous. I’d struck a nerve.
“You’ll never leave,” he said, the playful edge of earlier was gone. In its place was something final. He’d found my little flame of hope and with that certainty nearly snuffed it out. I wouldn’t allow it. I’d keep it alive until my last breath.
He must have seen it in my face because he brushed past me towards the door. “Come before you ruin my surprise.”
Letting out my sigh, I followed him. There wasn’t a point in fighting. I’d discovered that enough times by then.
A league of soldiers stood outside the door, awaiting his command. Not that he needed them. He could make me do whatever he wanted without using them.
A tremor went through me as I remembered how I crawled behind him on my hands and knees. And the way it caused dampness to collect between my legs. I held onto what little dignity I still had. With force I pushed my shoulders back.
We walked in silence. He was ahead of me. I wondered why, if the castle had magical doors, we didn’t just use them. Was it so that hall after hall I had to endure the looks of pity and envy? At least they could not see beneath the thin silk robe I was wearing.
Arriving at a nondescript door, I frowned. I knew the way to his bedchamber by now, and this room wasn’t it.
He gestured towards me after opening the door. More obedient than I should be, I walked inside and curiously looked around.
It wasn’t very large, but there was a long dining table in the center. Long, dark wood with a single chair on the edge. I sucked in a breath at the metal chains that hung from the ceiling.
I knew he did that for my benefit. Scrunching my nose, I refused to let him see how he’d unnerved me. My foot tapped until I realized what I was doing.
“Remove the robe,” he demanded, walking toward the table as he unbuttoned his cuffs.
“I really don’t want to,” I replied with indifference.
“I can take it off for you if you’d like.” That had me undoing the silk ties at my waist. The robe fell to the floor with a flutter.
My lower stomach dipped as his eyes ran up and down my body. He’d seen it so many times before, but every time he treated it as if it were the first.
To delay the inevitable, I waved at the table. “What are we having?”
A slow, salacious grin formed on his lips. “You.”
Taking a quick step backward, my cheeks warmed as I laughed awkwardly, “Oh no. That’s... I don’t think I’ll taste all that good.”
“Oh, I disagree.” He ran a tongue along his lips as if imagining it already. My thighs squeezed tightly together. Inclining his head towards the table, he ordered, “Get on.”
Glancing between him and the table, I hesitated. On the one hand, I could try to talk my way out of this. Which I knew wouldn’t work. I could try to run, but he loved the chase. And I’m not ready to admit that I do too. The last option, I could get on the table and see what he had planned. I’d wind up there either way. My pulse thrummed beneath my skin. I couldn’t if my head felt fuzzy. Could he be using compulsion abilities on me?
With clenched teeth, I walked toward the table, my body growing hot. He was watching me. Every part of me acutely aware of him.
Crawling onto the smooth wood, I gasped as the chains coiled around my ankles, then to my wrists. Cool metal pressed comfortably against my skin.
Zelos stepped beside me as my wrists were jerked up, throwing me onto my back. I hissed. The loud sound of clanking rang in my ears. A collar tightened around my neck as it was pulled down to the table. My legs were spread obscenely wide as they were lifted into the air. My bottom was hanging over the edge of the table. I was ready to be served.
“Perfect, exactly how I pictured it,” Zelos purred as he ran a finger along my stomach, up towards my breasts. Turning my face away from him as he tweaked a nipple, a spark shot right through my core. “Well, almost.”
Across the room, the fireplace cast a warm glow onto the cream walls. I glared at the happily dancing flames until slippery fabric went over my eyes.
I tossed my head back and forth vigorously. He easily tied the fabric behind my head. It was foolish of me to have taken my eyes off him. I knew better.
Now, I was bound and blindfolded. Completely at his mercy.
All at once, my traitorous body became hyperaware of everything in the room. The way the heat competed with the cold on my skin. Jingles of the chains as I shifted on the hard table beneath me. A door opening and closing. Then the light scraping of a chair across the floor. Every sound, every brush of air against my body was intensified.
Without Zelos’ usual aggression, he gently slid a finger inside me, making me cry out as my body arched. The collar tightened around my throat, pulling me back. My head spun from the combination. His finger shifted inside me and I groaned when he found the spot that caused such heaviness to form in my belly. I whimpered. Instead of escalating, he withdrew, and I bit my tongue to hold back my sound of disappointment.
Then, I felt something larger and smoother than his fingers pushing against my entrance. It glided inside me easily because of how wet I already was. Unintentionally, I moaned, and he chuckled knowingly.
Another object was rubbing against my bottom. As I struggled uselessly, a wordless keening noise came from my throat. Not quite a protest. I should be protesting.
“Just relax,” he offered soothingly, as if that would help. “It won’t hurt as much.”
My words died on my lips as he pushed the second object into me. It burned. I twisted and turned, trying to escape the pain, causing the chains to rattle.
Zelos rubbed my clit with his thumb. That burning was rapidly becoming something else entirely. Goosebumps erupted along my arms. He shushed me gently. “This will make it feel good.”
And he was right. With each circle of his thumb, I bucked up against his touch, seeking more. The wickedness of it only enhanced the pleasure.
This time, when his touch disappeared, I did whine. My dignity dropped even further than where it’d started. How much would I have left by the time he was done with me?
“Does that feel good, pet?” he asked. “Do you want it to continue?”
I clenched and then unclenched my hands. I wanted to say yes. Instead, I shook my head. I wasn’t ready to stoop that low. Not yet. He tsked near my head, and I jumped. When had he moved from between my legs? I hadn’t even heard his steps.
“That’s a shame because it will continue until I say otherwise.” There was a sharp pinch on one of my nipples. I twitched. He said, “Begin.”
There was a moment of confusion before my heart seized in my chest. Begin? Begin what?
The sound of a chair dragging across the floor echoed through the room. Someone else was here? Desperately I rubbed my face against my arm to remove the blindfold. I gritted my teeth. It wouldn’t come off!
Gentle hands ran up the backs of my thighs. They were smaller than Zelos’s, and I attempted to pull away, but the chains didn’t allow it.
“With pleasure, majesty.” A pleasant-sounding masculine voice replied.
“What’s happening?” I asked frantically, right before everything in my brain went quiet as wet heat lapped against my core. A deep, satisfied groan filled my ears from the man between my legs. My muscles tightened causing the two objects inside me to send bursts of pleasure throughout my body. As I squirmed, he grasped my ass, pulling me closer. The tongue swirling around my clit made my eyes roll.
“Does that feel good, pet?” Zelos stroked his fingers through my hair calmingly. I tugged away, so instead he played with my nipples. Each tweak caused jolts to go straight to where I was being licked. Oh, it felt so good.
“No,” I groaned, not sounding convincing at all.
“No? Well, that’s a shame.” He sounded disappointed. “Did you hear that? She said she’s not enjoying it. You should do a better job.”
There was an answering laugh right before I felt the man between my legs adjust me. With glee, he responded. “Yes, Majesty.”
Now, both objects were moving inside me, and I couldn’t think anymore. I bit my lip harder at each soft push. The tongue sliding across my clit had me moaning loudly. My hips jerked needily. The sensations were exquisite, and I didn’t want to want more.
“Give in. Accept that you’re loving it.” Zelos had crouched down by my head, his lips brushing my cheek. I let out a long whine as he nibbled on that spot on my neck that caused me to clench down. Within the man’s hands my thighs trembled.
“I.. I don’t..I don’t.” I rasped. My words dissolved as that tongue did something that made me stop breathing. I was already so close, and I could only imagine how good it would feel to tip over the edge.
But right before I was about to topple over, Zelos ordered abruptly, “Stop.”
Immediately, the man’s lips were gone from my overheated flesh, and the objects stopped moving. A sound not too different from a snarl erupted from me. Zelos only chuckled at my frustration. Already I was going mad, but I knew he’d only gotten started.
“This time you will beg me for it.” He whispered into my ear, too quietly for whoever was in the room to hear. With a scrape of his teeth along my shoulder, I mewed. The tongue was back. It wasn’t enough to push me over, but certainly enough to send delightful tingles throughout my core. By this time, I didn’t care who he was; I wanted more of what he was doing to me. Zelos coaxed. “Beg for his cock inside you like my perfect little pet.”
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I shook my head in denial, not trusting that my words wouldn’t betray me. It’s not as if I haven’t begged him before, but this was too soon. He couldn’t win so quickly, so easily. I couldn’t be so depraved as to admit how much I was loving it.
“No?” he asked, his fingers crawling down my chest until they found one of my nipples again. A light flick across my peak, but I knew that wasn’t what he was planning. “I know how I can make you beg.”
Sharp stinging pain erupted from my nipple right as a strong press of the tongue lapped against my clit. I let out a screaming moan. I was sure the rest of the castle could hear. Twisting in my bindings, I clenched and unclenched on the objects as need drove me insane.
Then it happened again. And again. Each time just enough to make me scream with desperation, but never enough to send me spiraling. I had to bite down on my lip to prevent myself from doing exactly what he wanted. Beg.
Lost in my desperate attempt to keep myself silent, I didn’t notice that I was being repositioned until I was already on my hands and knees. My ass in the air, my legs parted. I couldn’t even feel the shame I should have at being so fully on display.
Another pinch at my nipples, but this time it was harsher, sharper, and lingering. The same was done to my other nipple, and I panted as they were tugged. It hurt so good. My hips gyrated in the air as if trying to increase the intensity of the objects inside me. I hissed through my teeth. I was beyond worrying about how wanton I would appear. The blindfold helped me ignore how I would appear.
Zelos laughed, and the sound sent such a chilling, excited thrill through me. “Admit that you love it. That you love having some unknown man between your legs, licking that delicious little pussy of yours.”
“No.” That was pure spite, but as soon as the word came out of my mouth, I regretted it.
“She’s still denying it. You clearly need to do a better job.” Zelos was enjoying this game. And as twisted as it was, so was I.
If I’d thought the change in angle would affect how the tongue felt, I was wrong. Latched onto me, his tongue stroked me rapidly, making me scream with pleasure and frustration. My hips pushed themselves down toward him. He sucked at my oversensitive clit and I was beginning to climb to that all-consuming end. I wasn’t trying to hide my moans anymore. I was chasing that bliss.
There. I was almost there. But then, “Stop.”
Zelos made the man stop, and I tossed my head back with a cry. Finding the cool wood of the table, I pressed my forehead down as I caught my breath. They let time pass. Enough for the tension to leave my body, the pulsing between my legs persistent but no longer in danger of me reaching my end.
“Resume.”
I choked on my gasp as my short-lived relief evaporated, as once more that warm wetness was against me. Each of those toys moving in tandem within me, working to make me want more. They made me want to be fuller, for them to push into me harder.
Zelos stroked my hair. “How does she taste?”
An answering groan resounded from between my thighs. As if I were a delicacy that he was relishing. My cheeks burned. He blew against my overheated flesh before he said, “Delicious.”
“See, Nilsa, and you thought you wouldn’t taste good,” Zelos said, his voice husky and amused.
That felt so long ago. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore but that ever so elusive ending that I needed. Every time I got close, the man would stop. And each time it happened, I got that much closer to giving Zelos what he wanted. My begging.
A sting landed across my shoulders with a crack, and my arms collapsed beneath me as I groaned. That tongue flicked, and I trembled. I panted as the pleasure grew that much more intense behind the pain. Another sharp swishing pain and I was grinding down into that mouth. Oh, the sparks were never-ending.
“Are you ready to beg, pet?” Zelos asked while petting my head.
I whimpered. If only I could find my words.
“Is that a no?” he teased, as leather tickled my shoulders. My mind was gone, lost to the ocean that was Zelos. How many times have I fought him? How many times has he made me lose control through pleasure and pain?
Too many. I knew that even if I gave in this time, I’d continue to fight him. It no longer mattered; I was giving in. It no longer mattered that I didn’t know whose tongue was between my legs, or that I didn’t want Zelos to win. All that mattered was that release I kept getting denied.
“Please,” I finally gasped out.
“Please, what?” Zelos coaxed almost gently, not letting me get away with such a minor concession. Another tug at my nipples, a flick of that tongue, and I’d give him anything he wanted.
Letting go of whatever shame that threatened to hold me back, I gave in. “Please, whatever you want, just stop.”
“What is it I want, pet? You know what I want to hear.” The condescending bastard. I hated that he was making me degrade myself, even as I loved it.
“Anyone you want,” I moaned desperately. “You can let anyone you want to fuck me. Please.”
“That’s not what I wanted to hear,” Zelos chided.
That tongue was moving with slow, lazy licks. Enough to send tingles through my core, but not enough to push me closer.
“I want his cock to fill me. Please.”
“Good girl,” Zelos praised as he tugged on my loose strands. The light tug on my scalp felt incredible. He released my hair, stepping away from me as I strained to listen.
There was quiet. The tongue disappeared, followed by the two objects inside me. I was left empty and aching. Tears welled in my eyes, making them burn. Zelos wouldn’t leave me like this after I’d done what he wanted. Would he? The very thought left me bereft.
Pressed against my entrance was something smooth and warm, and then I was full. I cried out as my fingers flexed at the feeling of the cock. It was so much better than the objects. I pushed back into whoever it was. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel them as deeply as possible. My praise came in the form of a satisfied groan.
“Resume,” Zelos commanded. I could’ve gone over the edge from the sudden feeling of that wet, warm tongue coupled with the thickness filling me. Then the thrusting began, and I no longer existed outside of sensations. There was no holding back now. Even if they stopped, I didn’t think it would’ve mattered. I was shattered. My release tore through my body with mind-numbing intensity.
“Would you like to feel her around your cock?” Zelos asked, who I assumed was the one inside of me. His thrusts were slow, lazy, letting the remnants of my release send shockwaves through me.
“Yes, your Majesty. Very much.” From his voice, I could tell I wasn’t the only one suffering from need.
Zelos withdrew before adjusting my hips, forcing me to lift onto my elbows to accommodate the angle. Tension pulled at my collar so that I was being choked lightly. Again, I was filled, but this time it was a little smaller. The strange man was now inside me. I gasped as he lightly bounced me once, twice. A firm hand pressed into my lower back, holding me in place. I didn’t know why until I felt the smooth, wide head nudging against my rear entrance.
Gasping, I tried to pull away. They would split me in two.
Not that it mattered, I couldn’t have stopped Zelos, even if I’d truly wanted to.
Holding me in place with ease, he ordered. “Don’t be cruel, pet. After all that hard work, he deserves a reward, don’t you think? Besides, you begged for this.”
Had I? It was so hard to find anything inside my head. In the end, it didn’t matter because with pressure, he was inside me. Inch by inch until I could feel his hips flat against my ass. Both men groaned as I once again came apart as circles were rubbed on my clit. They hadn’t even moved yet.
When they started moving in tandem, I nearly collapsed, unable to hold myself up from the barrage of pleasure. They held me easily as they withdrew and pushed back in. My mouth fell open as my back arched, as once again I tumbled into those waves of pleasure. Not once did they stop. Not when I resurfaced, and not when I fell back under.
“See, pet, I control you.” Zelos whispered in my ear. “I can make you so desperate, so needy that you’ll do whatever depraved thing that I want.”
He wasn’t wrong. And I loved it. I loved how he took control of my body. Right and wrong dissolved until all that mattered was him. But I’m not done fighting yet, and as they took me over yet again, I wondered if the next battle would end so pleasurably.
