Chapter 6: Clean

***Mia - Current Day

I awoke to warm water, soothing my aching body. It did nothing to dull the ever present headache still lurching, but the scent of lavender and jasmine was enough to calm my hazy thoughts. I felt myself drifting in and out when someone lightly grabbed my arm. Immediately, my eyes fluttered open, jerking my arms inward. A warm face met my gaze, round and inviting.  The old woman knelt beside the marble tub; her large bosom sat easily perched on the basin. 

She looked at me with cheery glow and said soothingly, “I won’t hurt you, darling. I’m only to clean you as instructed.”

The tension in my shoulders eased slightly. A thin layer of filmy bubbles remained floating on the tub, giving me some minor privacy in this foreign place.

Noticing the collar had been removed, I massaged my neck and could feel some slight bruising where the metal pushed against my collarbone.

I looked back at the woman and shook my head. “Thank you but I can wash myself,” I said, reaching out to take the soap from her hand.

“No, you can’t,” a voice sneered from behind me.

I turned to see the Alpha King, sitting in chair, backed against the wall. I should have known we weren’t alone. Goosebumps prickled down my skin and my entire body seized.

“Continue,” he directed the old woman. She nodded as she began lathering my arms. I sucked in a deep breath and turned away.

“Move forward, my dear,” she said as she pushed my long hair to one side, exposing my open back. The King shifted, anxiously in his seat, releasing a low growl. I could feel his dark eyes on me but I pretended not to notice.

What was he planning? Clean me now to degrade me later? I knew he was a cruel man and men like that did as they pleased.

“Now stand so I can finish you,” she instructed. I shifted a moment, urging my limbs to move. Begrudgingly, I stood up, back still facing him, hoping to limit his view.

But he called out as if he could read my mind, “No, towards me. Arms to your side... like a good girl.” I pursed my lips, closing my eyes as I forced my legs to spin in view.

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***Godric

Pockets of bubbles remained on her silky legs and plane of my stomach. I had seen her in the dungeon, naked and bare, but this was another sight to behold.

Her body wet, water glistening off her smooth skin. Her supple breasts and perfect mound were delicately placed and ready to be plucked. I could see her nipples hardening as her body began to shiver. My dick twitched in delight; my eyes began to glow.

I motioned for the old woman to leave. My heavy boots dropped to the floor, announcing my advancement. Mia’s lips began to tremble. Her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. I sniffed the air. Her terror smelled delicious. Nothing gave me more pleasure than taking it by force. There was a light in those gorgeous innocence eyes... and I would slowly snuff out that glow. Take until there was nothing left.

But she was special, this one... I felt her fright. Smelled her panic. Yet, she continued to stare ahead, stone-faced, determined not to meet my gaze. She tried to hold her composure as her body stood perilous, at my mercy. Mia promised herself, whatever happened in this room or the next, she would not be broken.

I chuckled. Brave little dove.

I took the soapy sponge and began to lather her arms. I was gentle... I didn’t need to rush this. I had all night; all my life to play with my shiny new toy. I moved forward to her chest, smoothing the soap duds across her breasts, massaging and kneading each one. I began caressing her left breast, so full and soft, filling my large palm. I brought her hardened nipple to my mouth and began sucking and lapping my tongue over her areola. A tear trickled down her face as a tiny whimper escaped her lips.

I picked her up by her ass, roughly grabbing both cheeks, and slid her onto the rim of the tub. I knelt myself in front of her as I began parting her legs. The silly girl pleaded and tried to press her knees together but I flung one leg up, placing it over my broad shoulder. I was mere inches, eyeing her delicacies ... Her pussy glistening with evidence of her arousal.

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***Mia

Like a tsunami, heat flushed from my face down to my toes. I took a deep breath and tried to control myself. Never had I been touched like this. And now this monster was placing his hands all over my body... like I was his property. I couldn’t stop him; there was a frenzied, crazed look in his eyes.

His hands cupped my ass and curved inside my thighs. His thumbs began running along my pussy. The slick sweat from my folds was now running down my leg. I could feel myself begin to pant; my heartbeat pulsing through my chest. His hand slid between my opening and he was engrossed in my wetness. With two fingers, he dipped into my moist center and penetrated my cunt. I let out of achy gasp. He slipped them further this time with ease and I squirmed under his hold. Quicker, he pulled in and out repeatedly, allowing the moans to build. I was mortified; I could hear the wetness slapping against his fingers with each thrust.

Standing up, he pulled his fingers out, glistening with my juice. He licked and tasted my sweetness. I was still a panting mess. The fear from my eyes were now clouded... hazed with another emotion. Want? Need? I knew I couldn’t give myself to him... but I didn’t want it to stop either. Something was building inside of me; my breasts heaved in anticipation.

“Open your mouth... wide,” he ordered as he leered over me. I hated this man and yet... without hesitation, I willingly parted my lips, waiting with my open mouth to be rewarded. I looked into his malevolent eyes as he placed two fingers inside. He watched as I sucked my sticky nectar off him.

I blinked and shook my head, vigorously,

“This is wrong. I will never give myself to you. You’re not my mate!” I cried. I pushed away from his rippled chest, but he took me by the waist and pulled me closer.

He snickered and with a low growl, he huskily replied, “You think I give a fuck about your mate? I can’t wait until you find him. I’ll tear him limb by limb and make you watch. My wolf will castrate him and leave him to die in a pool of his own blood.” Dread anchored its way to the pit of my stomach.

He took the back of my neck, clenching forcefully. His other hand flew to my heat and thrust into my pussy. This time it was not gentle; it was not slow and smooth. Fingers jolted my insides fiercely.

“This is mine!” he sneered, softly into my ear. My eyes closed as he took over my body, fondling my breasts. He slurped long wet kisses across them. I gripped his massive shoulders for support and couldn’t contain the moans that flooded my mouth. His teeth gently grazed my nipples and my nails clawed at his back.

I was now not in control of my own senses; my hips thrusted against his fingers as his thumb massaged my clit. Faster. Harder. My tits bounced eagerly against his face. My leg was no longer propped against his shoulder; both were now wrapped around his gigantic waist for easier access. I could feel myself building; electricity running through my thighs. His dick was rock hard. He imagined how easily it would be to slip into my wetness. How tight I would close around him...

He choked my neck with one hand as three fingers drove into my opening with the other. Unforgiving, he began pumping with no remorse. His muscular forearm worked masterfully between my sopping thighs. They clenched and squeezed his hand as my body erupted, holding on for dear life.

“Oh Goddess!!!” I screamed as I grabbed and tugged at his hair, manically. My body tightened and clamped around him.

“Don’t stop... Godric, don’t stop!” His name wailed from my mouth like a song and he relished in the sound as he kept pushing, far as he could reach, hitting the soften texture of my spot. I shook and twitched in his wake, legs buckled beneath me. His arm patiently rested between the warmth of my thighs. Juices ran like thick lava down his hand.

I was still trying to catch my breath. My mouth hung in disbelief. It was my first time ever cumming.

The King rose, a wide grin splashed across his face, evident he was pleased with himself. Grabbing a towel, he wiped himself and tossed another at my feet.

“Now you can bathe yourself,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Asshole.