I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was.
We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train.
I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts.
She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself.
Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself.
The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids coming out of their suits, I subtly pulled the heel of her shoes back as she took her feet up to take a step. The effect was massive and satisfying.
She lost her footing and was going to fall on her face. I wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her back. She fell totally against me, her perfectly round ass whose shape was well defined by the dress she wore fell against my crotch.
It was a plan that backfired.
“Looks like you’re still not good in heels after all,” I muttered, salvaging the little glory I had.
She was shocked by the unexpected accident but managed to say, “Thanks.”
“We have no time to waste, hurry.” I snapped, holding her fingers more firmly as I increased my pace, pulling her behind me.
I had pushed the open remote in my hand just before we got to the door, so it opened right on time.
“Where are the things Chloe brought in this morning?” I sighted the brand bag on the bed and did not wait for a reply before I went to it and pulled out the box that had been lying abandoned inside it.
“Here.” I handed it over to her.
She looked so out of breath, that she sat on the bed and took three steady inhalations before she finally replied to me.
“That’s not my phone.”
“It is now,” I answered curtly, as she didn’t take it for my hand, I opened it right in front of her brought the sleek glass screen out, and handed it to her. “I’ve installed everything you would need there, including my number, I wouldn’t be too far from you but if I were Chloe would very much be close, call Chloe for anything important, and call me only for emergencies.”
“Alright, but I want my phone back too.”
“I trashed it,” I replied coldly. I hated how she kept referring to that trash when there was something worth much more right in front of her face. It was annoying.
“What? Why? Where? I need it.” She screamed.
I snapped.
How dare she question me?
“Did you just raise your voice at me? Question me?” I asked, my voice and words were weapons I knew how to wield well. The words were deadly and cold.
She fell silent immediately. I could see the tiny tremor that ran all over her body as she realized that she had broken the greatest rule.
She opened her mouth, and no words came out. Instead, her lips trembled as she struggled to find words.
I decided to put her mouth to good use as words had failed them.
“Go on your knees, Emily,” I growled.
A greater tremor ran through her as she fell to her knees. She went on all fours in front of me. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt my father.” She was trembling.
I hated this weakness of hers, how quick she was to cry. I was going to make her strong, to make her able to face the world and show no fear, but first, she would kneel to me, fear, and worship me. When I was done, she would be a warrior to the world but would always fear me.
The thought made my heart swell and brought a rush to my veins, satisfaction already seeping into my bloodstream.
The sight of her on all fours brought the image of me taking her like this, just going behind her, lifting that little gown and grabbing those ass cheeks before burying my cock into her hilt deep. That would be for another day. Today I needed something else.
“I didn’t ask you to crawl Emily, Kneel up.” I snarled at her. Her trembling didn’t seize as she raised her head and came face to face with a boner.
Now I was aroused beyond return and she was going to take care of it. Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in my pants.
“Now undo my belt,” I said quietly. The strength of a command wasn’t in how loud it was ordered.
Her hands trembled slowly as she brought it up. At this point, disobeying or questioning where not an option for her.
Only obedience. I deserved total obedience.
Waiting for her was driving me crazy but it was a feeling I was used to, the wait was always worth it.
My cock seemed to get harder when her hands brushed against it as she worked on my belt. She jumped at the contact, giving me more ideas on how to break her completely.
When the belt opened, she looked up at me, I could see on her face her hope that it stopped here but we both knew it didn’t.
My pants now hung loose on my hips; I had thought I was used to this feeling of waiting but the innocence in her eyes was driving me crazy.
My briefs were not visible. She was so close my dick would touch her face if I moved loser. It wasn’t a temptation I was willing to resist.
I brushed my hard-on slightly over her chin. Her eyes slid shut. The only thing that could take my thrill a step up was if I could read her thoughts. A detailed explanation of how she felt right now. Scared? Aroused?
“Free it,” I commanded.
Who else agrees that sex could be a tool to demoralize a person?
Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted but closed back. She was taking several deep breaths now. I resisted the urge to laugh. Torturing Emily was going to be so much fun. I couldn’t wait for her to break more rules. It took too much control not to buck when her hands touched the band of my briefs by my groin. She just had to touch there, although she avoided any contact with my dick. She could run but she couldn’t hide. Her eyes slip shut as she slip the brief down and my cock sprang free. I loved that her eyes were closed, I could release that smile that had been tempting to escape. I wanted to pull her by the hair and force my cock into her mouth, but this wasn't for my pleasure, it was to teach Emily a lesson. “Touch it, Emily.” I snarled, teetering at the edge of control. She must have felt the anger in my voice because her fingers came up in a jump, but her eyes didn’t open. I smiled, she shouldn’t be so shy, this wouldn’t be her first time sucking someone’s cock. Her finger
EMILY I like to claim that I have gone through a lot and have suffered. I had sold my father’s house only to have the money stolen from me. I had lost a mother that had been everything to my father, I had lost my father the night my mom died. I had spent everything I had trying to bring him back. Education had failed for me, and I just wanted to make ends meet. To make my father happy again but when things seemed to be getting bright, he had an accident and was now unable to fight out of come. But never, never had I been at the mercy of a man like I now was at Alexandro King. At first, it had been humiliating. Going down on my knees for him, undoing his belt. But when my hand scraped over his hard-on, I couldn’t believe it turned me on. It was my first time coming face to face with a man’s member and I hated how my mouth had watered at the sight. I was scared he would somehow figure out how wet I was down there! And when he finally came in my mouth? I understood what it was to be a
It was like he had read my thoughts earlier concerning my need for a bag. This was more like a purse, but it had a strap. The purse was small and beautiful, surprisingly, it wasn’t black. It was purple, more like lilac because it was a bit brighter than my iris. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you,” I said, turning to him. “The hotel staff prepared it, I heard they also prepared some clothes for you in the closet too.” He said, staring at my face like he was searching for something, then displeasure sprouted up like he was mad that he couldn’t find it. “Yes, help me appreciate them.” I smiled, rubbing my hands together because this conversation was getting awkward, and Alexandro King wasn’t trying to make it any lighter. “They’re only trying to buy your favor. No one does anything just for the fun of it. Everyone has intentions.” He said coldly. His words were aimed at me and not the Hotel staff and I knew it. He was implying that my actions right now had a motive, and I wouldn’t
I snapped back to reality to see a very beautiful lady standing in front of me. We were all staring into the picture in the phone I was holding but my mind had been so far from my body that I had no idea someone had joined us. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I apologized clumsily. I didn’t dare look up at the look on Alexandro King’s face. I couldn’t help wondering if this was another slip-up. “I understand my dear, you both look so good together,” Then she moved closer to my ears and muttered, “How can a woman not be distracted the morning after her wedding night.” Then she stood upright and stretched her hands, “I’m Lauren Gerr.” She had a nice smile but she added nothing to give me an idea of who she was to Alexandro King and he was standing beside me but didn’t volunteer to fill in the information. “I’m Emily King,” I replied with a smile on my face. “Can I ask a favor?” I asked. It was an opportunity now that there was someone available, instead of just asking a random per
ALEXANDRO KING Emily had to be the best actress I had ever met. First, she went from being teary after sucking my cock to being a hot girl in a black dress and smoky eyes. What was more shocking was how she stood against Lauren, who I was about to destroy, with straight shoulders. What had given me the assumption that Emily was a calm little bird in the first place? Was it the way she had begged for her father’s life? Or how desperate she seemed? Now all forms of desperation had disappeared, and she seemed to be putting up her new role with all boldness and bravery. I needed to find another method to put her under my thumb but all I could think about was kissing her again, having my tongue sucked by that little mouth of hers made me want nothing but more. What was more annoying was how I momentarily lost my head around her and how fine she seemed. I just needed to tighten my reign on her a little, remind her who was in control, and let her know she was nothing. No one. But for now
ALEXANDRO KING “Doing what?” I asked. There was this look of irritation in her eyes like she was looking at something that didn’t look good, and I didn’t think it was me. Except that, I was the only person standing in front of her. “I don’t know. Acting, deceiving people, pretending.” She muttered. Her words annoyed me, it was barely two hours after her last punishment, and she was already begging for another. “Someone is growing wings.” I voiced harshly, bringing my hands up her neck and pressing my thumb into that vital point. “You should learn to stop annoying me. It would be for your good.” I let go of her neck before I fell into the temptation of wrapping my fingers totally around her neck and squeezing. She would fall dead with just one snap. “Let’s go in.” We both walked inside and as usual, everyone made way of us, luckily for me, the place was more crowded than usual, so I got to display my wealth and dramatic affection for my newly wedded wife in front of more audience
Emily It was three days till I saw my Alexandro King again. These three days seemed to pass on slowly and I couldn’t believe it. What could I not believe? One, this new life I had was just too awesome. It turns out that I was a very likable person Third, life without Alexandro King's presence was sweet. Fourth, I had my credit card, which didn’t bounce no matter what I bought. Five, Chloe and Baxter were the two best people in the world. Chloe had the weirdest laughter I had ever heard and for all her seriousness, she was the first to loosen up. Baxter was quite stiff at first, but it turned out he was quite sweet and gentle. We had a kindred spirit. “I think you both still have it better than I do. At least, Alexandro King trusts you.” I had said that evening. Chloe, Baxter, and I were sipping wine that I later found out contained 15% alcohol. Chloe seemed to have been having a bad day and resorted to my suite, she wouldn’t talk about what was bordering on her, but she had
EMILY KING. It was the second evening, and my husband wasn’t back yet. I still had breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant like I did the first day. Except that I ate alone, which I had to admit was more fun. I had also become very familiar with my phone. It was my first iPhone, and I didn’t know much about how it worked but I had been up all night and unable to sleep so I toured it. It turned out to be very much easier than I expected. I discovered shopping apps too. All you needed was a credit card. Then I found out that I had a credit card too. It dawned on me that I was truly Emily King now. The name was inscribed in gold on the card. The first thing I ordered were air pods and they were delivered immediately. It had been in the middle of the night, but I had expected it to come the next day or even take days. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was Mrs. King or if this was just a norm. All my subscriptions had been activated and I had unlimited access to anything and everything. A