Pleasure You

"You will be attending as my slave,” he said, flashing a sly smirk. "You must follow my instructions once we are inside. Always keep your head down. If you don't behave nicely," he said after pausing, "you would be sold or worse raped."

Ivy's heart skipped. “What? Sold? No wait, you want me to act as your slave?” Did she hear correctly?

“Another thing, don't question whatever I tell you to do.”

A disbelief laugh escaped her lips. Is he joking with me right now? A slave? What the hell have I brought upon myself?

“What do you mean by I would be raped if I don't behave well? Raped by whom?”

King examined her face before removing the hairpin that was holding her hair in place. The dark locks tumbled down her exquisite face magnificently, while he ran his big fingers through it, ruffling it giving her the appearance of a dishevelled slave. Once he was satisfied with his work, he replied, “Me. You'll be raped by me.”

The place they were about to go to wasn't like any other, it wasn'