Chapter 14 – UNWANTED DUTY

The door slammed shut behind us.

I stood in the middle of the guest room, breathing hard. My arm still stung where he had gripped it.

Deucalion locked the door. The soft click made my stomach twist.

He turned to face me.

His eyes were dark. Not angry in the way I expected. Something else sat there. Something heavier.

He walked toward me slowly. I stepped back until my legs hit the edge of the bed.

He stopped right in front of me. His voice was low when he spoke. “Do you want to know why I refused to let you leave during the meeting?”

I looked up at him. “Why?”

He leaned down until his mouth was close to my ear.

His breath was warm against my skin. “Because you happen to be one of the Lunas I have ever enjoyed on a bed.”

The words hit me harder than the slap I had given the maid. I pulled back to look at his face. “What?”

He didn’t repeat himself. He simply stared at me. “Get on the bed.”

I shook my head. “Explain that first.”

“No.”

“You cannot just say something like that and—”

“Get on the bed, Malia.”

His voice left no room for argument. I sat down slowly on the edge of the mattress.

He stood in front of me and began unbuckling his belt. The sound was loud in the quiet room.

I watched him, confused and angry at the same time.

“You said the bond is incomplete,” I said. “You said you never wanted me. Now you say you enjoy me?”

He pulled his zipper down. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“You do if you expect me to—”

He reached out and grabbed my wrist.

His grip was firm.

“You still belong to me. Whether you like it or not.”

I tried to pull away. He didn’t let go. “Open your mouth.”

My eyes widened.

“What?”

He freed himself from his pants. His dick was already hard. Thick. Heavy in his hand. “Let me see how good you are with that mouth of yours.”

I stared at him. “No.”

He pulled me forward by the wrist until I was forced to my knees on the floor between his legs. “Deucalion, stop.”

“I am not asking.”

I looked up at him. His face was cold, but his eyes were darker than before.

“I said no.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to control. “You hit a servant in front of the entire dining hall. You embarrassed this house. Right now you will do as I say.”

I clenched my jaw. He guided the thick head of his cock to my lips. “Open.”

I kept my mouth closed for one more second. Then I opened.

He pushed forward slowly. The first inch stretched my lips. The taste of him filled my mouth, salt and heat and something purely male. He kept going, feeding more of himself past my teeth until the head bumped the back of my throat.

I gagged. He held still. “Breathe through your nose.”

I tried.

He pulled back a little, then pushed in again, deeper this time. My eyes watered. My hands came up to rest on his thighs. The muscles under my palms were hard and tense.

He started moving.

Slow at first. In and out. Letting me feel every thick ridge. The wet sound of my mouth around him filled the room. Each time he pushed deeper, my throat tightened around him. Tears slipped down my cheeks.

He groaned low in his chest. “That’s it.”

His hand stayed in my hair, guiding the rhythm. He fucked my mouth with the same controlled force he used for everything else. Steady. Deep. Relentless.

I tried to pull back once. He held me in place. “Take it.”

I did.

My lips stretched wide around him. Spit ran down my chin. Every time he hit the back of my throat I made a small choked sound. He seemed to like it. His hips moved faster. The thick vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against my tongue.

I could feel him getting closer.

His breathing grew rougher. His grip in my hair tightened.

He did not warn me. One final deep thrust and he came.

Hot, thick pulses filled my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he held me there, forcing me to take every drop. Some of it spilled from the corners of my lips and ran down my chin. The rest I had no choice but to swallow.

He stayed in my mouth until the last tremor left his body. Then he pulled out.

I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his belt.

Neither of us spoke for several seconds. Finally he looked down at me. “Do not hit the maids again. My mother will be furious when she finds out.”

I looked up at him, still on my knees. He turned toward the door. “That is all.”

The door opened and closed. I was alone. I stayed on the floor for a long time. My mouth still tasted like him.

My knees ached. The incomplete mark on my neck burned hotter than usual.

I finally stood and walked to the small bathroom attached to the guest room. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth. The mirror showed red eyes and swollen lips.

I returned to the bed and sat down.

That was when I noticed it. A strange ache between my legs.

Not pain.

Something else. A heavy, empty feeling. Like my body wanted to be filled. Like it needed something thick and deep inside me.

I pressed my thighs together. The feeling only grew stronger.

My pussy was becoming wet.

I frowned.

It had never felt like this before. Not even after the nights he had taken me.

Something was changing inside me.