“Yes,” I blurted out, much to his delight.
“You won’t escape me, ever. I’m not easily manipulated by pretty faces either. Tell me something, how many men have you fucked?”
“Two,” I said, exhaling slowly as he moved further onto the bed with me and I felt his wings closing in around us again, stealing the air from my lungs.
I inhaled deeply as the oxygen grew thin as they closed fully around us. They were soft, silky warm. The spikes I had seen earlier must have retracted when he had felt safe within his own castle. His mouth was inches from mine. The goblet was gone and forgotten as his hands now stroked me through the dress, sending heat swirling through my body. I moaned, unable to stop myself.
“Only two, that’s good. How many did you fuck during Transition?”
“One,” I whimpered as he lifted the dress, and his hand trailed over the thin panties I wore.
“One?” he asked in surprise.
“One,” I confirmed and felt anger at my response to him rise within me.
I shouldn’t be feeling anything but hatred for this monster, and here I was, panting like some whore while his finger stroked my *.
“You don’t like that your body is responding to my touch, do you?”
“No,” I replied firmly.
“You’re wet for me. Does that upset you; that your body knows you are in need?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he dipped his fingers and pressed them against the silk panties I wore. He watched me as he stroked my core, finding the perfect rhythm as his fingers pushed against my need. My body tensed with want—for him.
“You smell good. Are you going to allow me to fuck you?”
I felt the tear fall. I’d been trying so hard to hold them at bay, but it was a losing battle. I shook my head. “I don’t want you,” I replied as golden eyes flashed inside my head. “You’re not giving me much of a choice, anyway, seeing as how you had to tie me up and all.”
“Who is it you want?” he asked, stroking his fingers over the silken nub of my pleasure.
Ryder!
I didn’t answer him, not that he expected an answer as he moved closer and the air disappeared. I was left with the option to kiss him, or die. I kissed him, and the moment his tongue pushed through my lips, I sobbed. This wasn’t going as I’d planned it to. Instead, I was slowly and erotically being mind-fucked by the Horde King and was succumbing to his will effortlessly.
He pulled back, but kept his wings around us, keeping me cocooned in their silky warmth as his hand worked over my wet sleek heat, and the other held my face lifted to his. “Will you submit to me, and allow me to fuck you?” he asked again.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, spreading my legs further apart to give him more access. What the hell was wrong with me? I felt a single finger delve deep inside of me. I cried out and impaled my own body on it further, finding a rhythm as his mouth found mine, and took control.
“So fucking wet, so slippery with need,” he growled as he pulled his mouth away from mine and added yet another finger inside of me.
Something was wrong, because this felt too fucking right, and I wanted him inside of me unlike anything before him. Even Ryder. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me until I screamed for more. “What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly as the beginning of an orgasm started to build.
“See me,” he growled and claimed my lips again.
I shook my head at him as I held my eyes tightly closed, and continued to ride his hand as he added yet another finger inside of me. Stretching me as his enormous cock pushed against my belly. When I was about to come he stopped, everything stopped. I was no longer chained to the ceiling, but lying on the bed with my legs spread wide, and the deadly creature looming over me.
His brands were moving, his skin was now lustrous, and his wings blocked out the light from around us. “You smell good,” he said as he sank between my legs and lowered his mouth to where my panties still covered me. He didn’t taste me; instead he smelled the need which was soaking my panties.
“Tell me to fuck you, tell me to part this flesh and make you mine,” he demanded. “Submit to me, and become mine.”
I was supposed to say no, but my brain was shutting down and I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I wasn’t seeing everything that was here, that I was missing something in the room. “No,” I cried as my body shook with the need to say yes. I wanted Ryder, why wasn’t he here? I needed him to be here. “I want Ryder,” I blurted out, which made the Horde King pause.