Chapter 49
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He was clearly tired of my withdrawn nature every time he defiled me.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, 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.
his
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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