The Princess Slave -
Chapter 28
Violette POV
He threw me on the floor of his chambers and I g*****d softly. I hated how he was so much stronger than me. Stupid Lycan strength.
“You broke a rule. Not only did you speak to someone I haven’t allowed.. you attacked him. Twice. Then.. you speak to me like you’re my superior. You’re not. You’re my slave and I will not tolerate your disobedience and disrespect.” He growled. Veins bulged out of his neck and forehead in anger as he looked at me.
“Y-yes.. master,” I said breathlessly. Now that I’ve calmed down from the situation.. I’ve come to my senses.. I realize how big of a mistake I’ve made. But what else was I supposed to do? Let him attack Sylvia? I just hope he doesn’t actually intend to break me in..
“Go to the desk.” He growled. I pushed myself off the ground, his eyes on me the entire time making goosebumps rise on my skin.
I slowly made my way to his desk.. I didn’t know what was to come. He said he would be breaking me in.. but why would he do it on the desk? Maybe he intends to whip me. I pray that’s what he’s doing.
Once I got to the desk, he walked over and got behind me. He opened a drawer and pulled out the whip. Thank the Moon Goddess.. he just intends to whip me.
“Remove your gown.” He growled. Oh, goddess, I hadn’t thought this through! He’s going to see my bruised stomach and question me.. but maybe Beatrice already told him of the bruising.
I hesitated and felt a hard pop on my bottom. I fell on my hands on the desk and g*****d.
“Remove it, now.” He growled. A tear ran down the side of my face as I untied the string between my breasts. I let the gown slide down my body, and that’s when I felt his fingers trace along my sides.
“Where did you get these bruises?” He asked. I looked down and realized the bruises weren’t just on my stomach.. but on my sides as well.
“My mate.. he’s being unfaithful..” I let out a sob as I tried to control my emotions.
“That caused these bruises?” He asked. Incredulously. He pulled me up and turned me around, his eyes widening when he saw the extent of my bruising.
“That’s what Ms. Beatrice said,” I said quietly.
I was beginning to think maybe that would stop him.. but I was severely wrong.
“Good.” He said. For a moment I could tell he didn’t like it one bit.. that somehow seeing these bruises affected him in a way it shouldn’t.. but as quick as I saw it it was gone. He turned me back over and shoved me against the desk.
The second whip missed my bottom and wrapped around my thigh. I sucked in a sharp breath through my gritted teeth.
“You will learn to not break my rules.” He said.
“Yes.. master,” I said breathlessly.
Another strike, but this one was on my bottom. It was hard and stung as if I had just been attacked by a wasp. He ran his thumb over the mark and chills ran up my spine.
Goddess.. what’s happening to me? I felt a wetness between the folds of my virtue. There’s no way he can’t smell it.
With another strike, I let out a soft m**n. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt immense pleasure. I heard a growl behind me and I snapped out of it. Though to be truthful.. it wasn’t an angry growl. It was a growl of pleasure.
He whipped me again and I arched my back. I bit my l*p to hold in the m**n that threatened to escape.. goddess, why is my body betraying me? And why does this sudden pain from him make me feel.. so.. good?
He ran his fingers over my marks, my thighs now slicking with my arousal. I could smell it.. there’s most certainly no way he couldn’t. Another strike and the m**n escaped.
“You’re enjoying this?” He asked. His voice was husky and made my head all fuzzy feeling. He was enjoying it as well as I was.. I could just tell.
“I..” I opened my eyes but couldn’t respond.
He struck me again. I threw my head back and gasped lightly.
“Answer me.” He growled.
“Yes.. yes.. master..” I breathed out heavily.
“Yes, what, Violette?” He asked in his deep.. alluring voice.
“Yes.. i’m enjoying it, Master.” I said truthfully.
He ran his fingers down my sides.. his touch igniting my skin like fire. I couldn’t hold my m**n back even if I’d tried. He pressed his hard member against my bottom, the only thing protecting my virtue was his pants.
His fingers trailed up my spine, over my collar, and into my hair. He pulled my head back and he leaned forward, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck.
“You know I can’t let you leave this room, now.” He whispered. I felt a gush between my legs.. a building of pressure in my virtue. How can he do this to me? He’s not my mate. This is so.. very wrong. But I couldn’t help the fact that my body was aching for more.
“Yes.. master,” I said. I wanted to fight.. I wanted to push him away but my body wasn’t allowing me. My body craved him.
“I can make your mate feel the pain you do.” He said. He stood back up, the sting of the whip making my toes curl and I let out a cry of pleasure.
He placed the whip beside me on the desk. I breathed heavily and my heart raced at what was to come next. I heard him fumbling around behind me, then a drop of clothing.
He grabbed my h**s and pulled them back. My breasts pressed against the desk as I held myself up on my elbows. He ran his fingers over my a*s and down.. farther and farther.
He stopped just barely an inch from my virtue. I just about came to my senses and tried to get away when his finger slid between my folds. I let out a soft m**n and relaxed against the desk.
He ran his finger between my lips.. but not entering. I was so slick down there, his finger moved with ease. He reached a spot that made my whole body tense. It was a burning feeling.. but it was tremendously satisfying. His finger flicked my clit making my legs shake. The feeling of the building pressure getting worse with each second that passed.
His breaths were heavy and shaky. The way his hands moved made me feel as if he’d been waiting for this for some time. It made me question everything.. how could I feel this way towards someone who isn’t my mate? And how could he?
Everything about this felt so wrong.. but it also felt tremendously right.
I let out a m**n as his finger entered me.. my back arched and I pushed against his finger, wanting to feel more.
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