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Celeste's POV
The throbbing ache in my head is the first thing I feel as I stir awake, a groan escaping my lips as I try to move. Why the hell was I so sore? I wondered, my eyes still closed.
But it didn't take long for my thoughts and memories to rush back to me—of the s*x, of how Syzar had wrecked my body—and my eyes shot open.
My body jumps from whatever surface I find myself on as I pull myself up into a sitting position, surprised to find myself on a couch.
A blush spreads over my cheeks, heating them, after I see that I am naked and between my legs his seed is spilling out of me, his scent thick around my skin and in the air.
But other than the soreness, I feel no pain under my feet; I am surprised to check the bandages on my legs and see they are newly wrapped.
I hear a quick turn of pages and see Syzar at his desk, gaze buried in his book, but I have a feeling he knows I am awake.
"You…helped me, my king?" I find myself asking the question in doubt, but it seems my words annoy him, as though I wasn't supposed to notice anything he'd done.
"Help? No, I do not want my toys breaking before I can use them fully," he answers coldly. "Come here," he calls to me as he quickly grabs my dress.
But I freeze in place from his dark aura, his eyes telling me that isn't what he wants, and I know quickly as I drop my dress back and walk to him naked, my cheeks heating from his stare.
I wait quietly as I feel his hand trace toward my s*x; his ghostly touches from his calloused hand make my body shiver as his finger pushes into me.
A gasp escapes my lips from his brutal push; my thighs clench against his fingers, but I contort myself to stop resisting.
"Are you taking birth control?"
"Lady Muriel did give me one," I say as my chest hurts. He wants to make sure I absolutely do not bear his child. But why is she so sure there might be a possibility? I can't help wondering.
"I stepped on a glass shard by mistake… so you don't have to worry. Thank you for helping me," I whisper.
As I feel his fingers push, warm goosebumps grow on my skin when I see his eyes hold nothing but anger.
"Me…help you? Don't count on it, but if you believe I would, then you should know my payment will be worth my time." He calls to me, and surprise fills my heart.
That is the first sentence that seems almost normal, but I should have known better than to think that Syzar would be anything but merciless to me.
"Get under the desk," he commands. I get on my knees and crawl under his table, his eyes on me just as his rough fingers push past my lips and into my mouth.
His fingers twirl around my tongue, making me taste myself and his c*m. I am almost dazed as my eyes blaze coldly and his deep voice rumbles past my headspace.
"Take out my c**k and place it in your mouth. Do not suck until I order you to, and do not move. You are my cockwarmer until I say otherwise," he snarls, my legs trembling.
I should have known my words would come back to bite me. I reach for the buckle, but my hands are stopped just as I reach for the ribbon to tie my hair; he wants no hands.
And so I use my teeth, pulling it off as his c**k springs from his pants.
My eyes brim with tears as I bite back, taking his c**k into my mouth, widening enough to take his monstrous length.
His heavy length sits on my tongue as my lips wrap around him, his eyes stern, but he doesn't look at me again as he faces his work.
Moons know how long I kneel till my knees burn. My mouth aches around his heavy length, my body numbed as tears begin to fall from my eyes.
He is ruthless, and I feel my shame spread. What was I thinking, thanking him? Did I really think that everything would change by one messy act of service?
This is my punishment for thinking he'd change. And even right now I can't plead; I am at his mercy.
He notices the tremble of my body a few minutes later, after he holds my chin with his fingers, cold amber eyes locking with mine, and he pulls out of my mouth.
"Do you feel like thanking me now?" He asks coldly as I shake my head, biting back my words as he stares at me with a calm indifference that has my stomach doing flips even in this twisted situation.
"I am sorry, my king; it was stupid of me," I breathe shakily as I take my dress and put it on quickly. My body throbs, my knees still sore as I fight to stand upright.
I feel his footsteps behind me. "Just so you forget, slave… You mean nothing to me; you are only a slave and a toy to use, understand?" He pats my hair.
"Yes, my king, I am nothing but your plaything." I reply, my heart breaking with each step as I walk out of the room.
My dress is evidence of my shame as the guards watch me with dark and mocking eyes. I shouldn't show them my weakness.
Even though the bronze cuffs of a slave are permanently bound to my wrist, I was once a proud princess of the Crossvale pack.
And even as my thighs and knees ache and I limp back to my room, I hold the pain in. Just when I'm locked back into my caged room, I finally let my tears spill.
He is never going to let me go, and I was stupid to think he would.
Syzar despises my very being, and nothing will change that; my wolf howls in pain just as I pass out on the cold floor.
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