She gasps, her eyes widening. "No, you can't!"
She looks at me to intervene, silently begging for mercy, but I definitely can't help her now. King's laugh fills the room again. "Do you really think he can save you?" King's tone is mocking, his grip tightening on my hair. "I own him just like I own you. Isn't that right, slut?"
Before I can answer, King's hand wraps around my c**k, pumping me slowly. The sensation pulls a deep, guttural moan from my throat.
"Oh, f**k," I groan, my eyes rolling back. This...this is new. King has never touched me like this before, and it feels so f*****g good, I can hardly think straight.
King's attention shifts back to Alyssa, his voice turning cold. "See, kitten? There's no one to save you." He gives my c**k another stroke. "All you can do is beg for
