The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 16

Danika was still kneeling, she stared up at the King, her heart beating in her chest. She doesn’t know what to expect.

Will he share her or command her torture session?

“Get up and strip, Danika.” He commanded, opening up yet a new scroll.

Chad was in the room and for the first time, Danila couldn’t pick up what the man was thinking or feeling. It was something to be afraid of because the man was always like an open book.

But now, his face remained as expressionless as Lucien’s. Her hands turned sweaty.

She got up and started removing her clothes one after another. She removed the pins on her hair, loosening it wildly. Then, she removed everything from her corset down to her underthings.

Naked, she tried not to stare at any of them, her gaze pinned to the ground.

“To the table.” King Lucien’s voice came again.

Danika swallowed tightly and started for the table. She doesn’t know what’s with him and the table. She’s only been on the bed just once….that first time.

She closed her eyes, pressing tightly on her table, almost hugging it like a refuge.

She felt the movement when he came up behind her and pressed against her, his body covering her. Her a*s cushioned his heavy e******n perfectly.

Danika kept her eyes tight. You don’t have to look, she told herself. She doesn’t know if it’s the big Chad behind her or the king himself.

She kept her eyes tight and willed her mind to believe that it’s the king.

But, when he snaked his hand to her front and caressed her breasts, Danika whimpered because she knows instantly that it’s not the king.

The king doesn’t caress or play. He goes right down to taking what he wants.

Chad turned her around and pressed closer to her, he was still dressed completely. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he forced her to look at him.

“This is a session, Danika.” He g*****d.

Her heart ran out of her chest and all the b***d drained from her face.

He must know what the reaction means, because he shook his head. “Not a torture session. Actually, this is the only session a slave enjoys.”

“I’m here to teach you how to pleasure, Danika. How to take and receive pleasure. There will be…less pain in here.”

His English was halting as usual. His handsome chiseled face staring at her. Up close, she found out that there’s a thin scar running down his cheek too. Just like the King’s…but thinner.

She wondered how much this two has been through together?

And what does he mean by pleasure and less pain? She can’t understand what he’s saying. She has only known pain from them…from the king. She doesn’t know pleasure.

He urged her on top of the low table and spread her on it. His hands on her breast caressed and soothed, but she couldn’t relax.

“Relax your mind, Danika. Free yourself.” His voice was almost hypnotic. Almost.

When he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, she whimpered and drew taut like a drawn arrow.

She doesn’t want his hands on her. She doesn’t want anybody’s hand on her. The pleasure will be a sham. Pain is the only feeling s*x produces, she is very intimate with this knowledge.

The more he suckled and caressed her, the more she stiffened and whimpered miserably.

She tried to relax herself because she truly doesn’t want to be punish, but she couldn’t.

When his sturdy fingers caressed her womanhood, she almost jumped out of her skin.

He frowned, watched her face as he did it again. She looked as pale as a ghost, staring back at him as her eyes watered.

He leaned closer and pushed his face towards her ear, “If you truly want to survive being a slave, you have to learn to BE a slave, princess. In any session, in any torment, you close your mind and say…I have to survive. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me dead.”

“The words work like magic, sometimes. It is one of the ways we survived too.” He lowered his voice the more, “You’ll be going to court again soon, you’ll need this knowledge…you’ll need to learn how to pleasure. Your introduction must have taught you how sexually inclined the kings are, yeah?”

She nodded, swallowing tightly.

He nodded too. “You might never know what’s ordered of you. I think the king is doing you a favour with this sessions, and I don’t even know why. Most of us had to learn through pain and lots of humiliation in court. Including him.” He whispered the last part.

That said, he began f*****g her with his finger in earnest, his eyes watching her face observingly.

She closed her eyes and tried to take his advice. She forced her mind to relax while he worked his finger into her tight sheath.

Very good.” He complimented, approvingly.

Her eyes opened and found the King on this writing chair, he was looking at them closely. At her. There was no sort of expression on his face.

Tension filled her. The more she tried to relax, the less she is. The session wasn’t going well.

When Chad started unbuckling his pants, she heard the King’s voice for the first time.

“Enough, Chad.” His low voice reverberated, his eyes flared.

Danika would have sworn that she saw something like…possessiveness…in his eyes for a minute, before he blinked and it was gone. Just the cold and unfeelingness again.

Maybe, she imagined it.

Chad stopped immediately and stared at the king in confusion.

“Stop touching her. Teach her how to pleasure a man.” He ordered, and began writing again.

“As you wish, your Highness.” Chad urged her down from the table and lowered himself towards the nearest chair.

He unbuckled himself and pulled out his p€nis from his leather pants.

He was big and Danika was glad that the king called a stop to him taking pleasures from her body. It would have hurt badly.

“Run your hand on it.” He urged, taking her hand and teaching her how to run it up and down his phallus.

How to caress it. How much pressure to add. What not to do. The more he thought her, the more he complimented that that she’s doing well and she’s a fast learner.

It made her more confident, her hands stopped trembling and she did everything he said.

Suddenly, she had the great urge to please. But, not Chad. She wanted to please Lucien. She knew he was watching.

“Now, the mouth.” He urged her mouth down on him and even though she didn’t know what he expects of her, she let him urge her head down on her.

In the long minutes that followed, he taught her how to take him deep. How to get it down right. How to get past her gag reflex. How to suck on it. How to hold it with her throat.

It wasn’t easy to learn but he was very patient with her. She was glad that it’s Chad holding this session….she can’t begin to imagine how bad it’ll be if it’s another stranger.

And one that wears his hatred for her and her father up his sleeves.

More time passed before he was groaning, and she was openingly sucking him, doing everything he taught her.

She applied the right amount of pressure and he sucked in a breath, grunting as he came into her mouth.

She ceased her breath and swallowed quickly like he taught her. She kept on until she milked him dry, then, he tugged himself back into his leather pants, still breathing heavily as he stared at her.

“You did well, Danika. You did really well.” He surprised her when he kissed her forehead.

Danika knew that her father had been very cruel to this man. Why wasn’t he being as cruel to her?

She stared at him as he got up, and just then, she heard ruffle of movements. She followed it to see the king striding in measured strides towards her.

“Go out, Chad.” He hesitated, his eyes on her, “You can wait on the door or you can call Vetta.”

“Yes, my king.” He proceeded to do just that.

The king started forward. “To the bed.”