slowly, staring at the ground. Then I stare at my hands. Then I stare at my feet. I stare at anything but him, but I can hear him moving from behind the desk and walking over to me. He circles me and I have the distinct feeling that he’s sizing me up the way a lion would size up a small bird it planned to eat.
He touches my back, then his hands wander around to my front and he cups one of my breasts. This time, I don’t flinch. I don’t move at all.
This time, I stand perfectly still.
“She has quite a little mouth on her, doesn’t she?” The King says to Lee.
“Yes, sir, I would say that is accurate,” Lee comments. “However, I should say that her behavior did not become naughty until she was provoked.”
“All I’m hearing is that she was quite well behaved when she got her way, but the moment she didn’t like something, she threw a tantrum.” His hand twists my nipple and I bite back a cry of pain, ignoring the growing arousal between my legs. “She is a naughty little girl, indeed.”
The King continues to touch and tease my body and as much as I’m trying to ignore him, there’s pressure growing in my body. Between my legs, there’s power. There’s desire. There’s a need to climax that he’s trying to wrench from me, but I have a feeling he’s not going to make this an easy orgasm.
“How old is she?” I realize the King hasn’t said a single word to me. He’s just talked to Lee about me.
To him, I am simply an object. I’m simply something to be used.
“28,” Lee’s deep baritone voice says. “She is fluent in Drakonai, and she can dance.”
“Anything else?” The King asks. He tweaks my other nipple. I know he’s a dragon. I know he can smell my arousal. I know he can scent exactly how he’s affecting me.
I also know he’s enough of a sadist not to let me come until he gets what he wants, no matter what that might be.
“She’s a virgin.”
The King stops touching me.
“Impossible,” he says, turning to Lee, and suddenly, I feel embarrassed.
Put on display.
Suddenly, I feel like a caged animal in a zoo, designed to be looked at and admired from afar, but in a distant sort of way.
Not taken home as a pet.
This whole time, Hal and Jenika made it seem like being a virgin would be a good thing. What King wouldn’t want a virgin bride, right?
Ruby made it sound like the King would love the chance to deflower me, to be my first. They trained me in the art of seduction, but somehow, no one thought he might not want someone who wasn’t experienced physically.
The made it sound like I would be a rarity: something special.
Instead, I suddenly feel like a freak show and my arousal is gone.
“It’s true,” Lee says, flipping through some papers. “She was found on Earth at age 24 and had no sexual experience at that time.” He hesitates, then I hear him speak again. “Your majesty, forgive me if I am out of bounds, but I thought this would be beneficial to you.”
“I need a drink,” the King says. “Leave us.”
“As you wish,” I turn and watch as Lee bows to the King, then leaves the room without so much as a goodbye.
So much for having a new friend.
I go back to staring at my feet and wishing I was working in a factory instead of being humiliated.
It would be so much easier.
Chapter 7
The King pours himself a drink. I don’t know his real name. Apparently, very few actually do. Most call him The Dark Dragon . I always thought it was a bit harsh, but now? Now I’m not so sure.
He sips his beverage and stares at me. I try hard not to stare back at him, but after a few minutes, I lose that battle and look.
He’s about the same height as Lee. His dark hair is short, cut close to his head, and his green eyes sparkle like emeralds. He’s a green dragon. I wonder if his eyes change color when he shifts. His muscular chest shows even through his shirt, and my eyes wander lower.
His pants are very, very tight, leaving little to the
He touches my back, then his hands wander around to my front and he cups one of my breasts. This time, I don’t flinch. I don’t move at all.
This time, I stand perfectly still.
“She has quite a little mouth on her, doesn’t she?” The King says to Lee.
“Yes, sir, I would say that is accurate,” Lee comments. “However, I should say that her behavior did not become naughty until she was provoked.”
“All I’m hearing is that she was quite well behaved when she got her way, but the moment she didn’t like something, she threw a tantrum.” His hand twists my nipple and I bite back a cry of pain, ignoring the growing arousal between my legs. “She is a naughty little girl, indeed.”
The King continues to touch and tease my body and as much as I’m trying to ignore him, there’s pressure growing in my body. Between my legs, there’s power. There’s desire. There’s a need to climax that he’s trying to wrench from me, but I have a feeling he’s not going to make this an easy orgasm.
“How old is she?” I realize the King hasn’t said a single word to me. He’s just talked to Lee about me.
To him, I am simply an object. I’m simply something to be used.
“28,” Lee’s deep baritone voice says. “She is fluent in Drakonai, and she can dance.”
“Anything else?” The King asks. He tweaks my other nipple. I know he’s a dragon. I know he can smell my arousal. I know he can scent exactly how he’s affecting me.
I also know he’s enough of a sadist not to let me come until he gets what he wants, no matter what that might be.
“She’s a virgin.”
The King stops touching me.
“Impossible,” he says, turning to Lee, and suddenly, I feel embarrassed.
Put on display.
Suddenly, I feel like a caged animal in a zoo, designed to be looked at and admired from afar, but in a distant sort of way.
Not taken home as a pet.
This whole time, Hal and Jenika made it seem like being a virgin would be a good thing. What King wouldn’t want a virgin bride, right?
Ruby made it sound like the King would love the chance to deflower me, to be my first. They trained me in the art of seduction, but somehow, no one thought he might not want someone who wasn’t experienced physically.
The made it sound like I would be a rarity: something special.
Instead, I suddenly feel like a freak show and my arousal is gone.
“It’s true,” Lee says, flipping through some papers. “She was found on Earth at age 24 and had no sexual experience at that time.” He hesitates, then I hear him speak again. “Your majesty, forgive me if I am out of bounds, but I thought this would be beneficial to you.”
“I need a drink,” the King says. “Leave us.”
“As you wish,” I turn and watch as Lee bows to the King, then leaves the room without so much as a goodbye.
So much for having a new friend.
I go back to staring at my feet and wishing I was working in a factory instead of being humiliated.
It would be so much easier.
Chapter 7
The King pours himself a drink. I don’t know his real name. Apparently, very few actually do. Most call him The Dark Dragon . I always thought it was a bit harsh, but now? Now I’m not so sure.
He sips his beverage and stares at me. I try hard not to stare back at him, but after a few minutes, I lose that battle and look.
He’s about the same height as Lee. His dark hair is short, cut close to his head, and his green eyes sparkle like emeralds. He’s a green dragon. I wonder if his eyes change color when he shifts. His muscular chest shows even through his shirt, and my eyes wander lower.
His pants are very, very tight, leaving little to the
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