Not Be A Sub

Morgan's POV

I waited on my bed that evening and eventually, he was ushered in.

He was shirtless, in only briefs, on his knees, and he looked mad hot.

My lips curled upwards instantly, my core already throbbing.

He had been well cleaned, and his features were more pronounced.

I've never felt a reason to be naked when I made men serve me until today.

I wanted this slave to adore me, every inch, so with his heavy gaze on me, I took off my top.

He was unmoved.

He portrayed no extra emotion, he just stared at my breasts shamelessly. It made me feel fucking stupid, but also excited.

The more he resisted, the more I wanted to fulfill my quest. Imagine humiliating such a slave that was so full of himself.

I crawled to the edge of the bed where he was, and I sat down while he kept kneeling.

“What's your name? I know you can talk.”

“Azriel.” He replied in a low whisper and I couldn't help it, I leaned towards him, and I touched his face.

“Hmm, Azriel, I think I'll keep you. I'll pay you a lot, make you my favorite. How does that sound?”

“Alright, but you're not using those things on me.” He pointed to my desk where I had already set up my tools of degradation.

My teeth clicked.

“And who are you to make demands? What makes you so audacious? Do you realize that you're mine for the night to do as I please?”

He said nothing, and smoke escaped my head.

“I most definitely am using them on you, so–”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no–”

“Just, shut up. Come here.” He crawled a bit forward, still on his knees.

“I will make an exception for you, but you will still worship my body.”

I stretched out one of my legs in his direction. Never breaking eye contact, my foot moved over his face sensually, and I was beginning to see cracks.

Something malicious and intense, flickered through his eyes as it darkened. This slave had a working cock after all.

After a minute of sensual teasing, Azriel let out a low growl and forced my toes into his mouth without my permission. Before I could pretend to complain, an explosive wave of pleasure burst through me. I shuddered, and my vision blurred for a moment.

He sucked on my toes hungrily, and he feasted on my skin like a good slave. Through my sudden half-lidded eyes, I spotted his long tongue work its magic, licking his way down my legs, and I let out a whimper.

“Mhmmm….” The moan was helpless, hopeless, and for a while, all I could do was make tiny sounds, until I wanted more.

I retrieved my legs from his mouth and I sat up, widening my legs and having him still kneel right in between them.

That's when I pressed his face to my chest, and as expected, my sub slave took a nipple in his mouth and pleasured me straight to hell.

He nibbled and bit, then dragged, and I had to send my fingers downwards to the middle of my legs.

My mouth formed into an O when my fingers slipped deep inside me. Apparently I was long wet, and the squishy sounds of my arousal filled both our ears as I thrusted in and out.

I couldn't help but praise my sub.

“You're gonna come see me every night now, won't you? You're ruining me…Azriel...fuck…I want your lips to never leave my body now...”

My free hand weaved through his hair, the other touching myself aggressively as he left bites all over me. I showed my clit no mercy, I just needed more and more.

Feeling this electric had never been an experience of mine. For the first time ever, I wanted to let a man lead. I wanted to be taken care of but immediately the thoughts marinated in my brain, I snapped right back to reality.

After everything I went through in the past?

Never.

I'm the Dom here. I didn't let myself come apart, I just leaned on him, letting my hands reach for the fat, packing monster he had in between his legs.

He growled upon my touch, as my hands had slipped underneath his briefs. I swallowed as I ran my hand across his cock. Painfully huge was an understatement. I bit my lips as a new wave of desire crawled up my cheeks.

I cooed against his ears.

“It's big, Azriel. How is it so big? Hmm?”

The warm heat from his body was weakening my resolve.

“What pack are you from?”

His body stiffened momentarily before he responded.

“Crescent bridge.”

I nodded, still stroking his cock, feeling it pulse and grow bigger each stroke.

I stopped the very second I heard pure, feral distress, rumble from the depths of his throat. His eyes had darkened to a perfect black at this point, and his muscles locked. He was struggling, and I gasped at the realization.

My dear slave wanted to dominate me.

No way that was ever happening, and as my eyes strayed to his lips, I leapt before I looked.

I brought my lips to his, just hovering, my throat itching, contemplating if I should go ahead or not.

I never kiss, ever. Why would I kiss a slave? So tell me, why did I want to know what this slave's lips would taste like?

Azriel was not having it. He wasn't waiting for me to make that move because just then, he leaned in and ever so brutally, crashed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened at the impact, at the forceful way he did it, and just before I tried to put some space between us, I saw myself being thrown deeper into the bed.

He mounted me, put my wrists above both sides of my head, and he pressed me, his full weight on me, into the bed.

His eyes glowed, and his claws dug out of his flesh.

He kissed me with the madness of an unbred animal, with feral strength, a force to not want to be reckoned with.

I began to struggle.

I will not be a sub. I will not be a sub. I kept chanting in my head, as I fought, my heart pounding in my chest.

At a point, a strange, external pressure that was beyond me, surrounded us. It was thick in the air, and it brought Alma out of her silence. She growled, then shrieked, every second of the whole ordeal like she was under stress.

I was about to sink, to let my slave ravage me whole like I wanted deep down, but after that pressure left, I got hit with renewed strength.

“That's enough. Get off me!”

I roared as I pushed him off me with maddening strength I didn't even know I had, and he fell limp on the floor, back to his knees.

My chest was pounding. I had never been more terrified. When I got out of bed, I picked up a dagger from my desk and brought it to his neck, warning in my eyes.

“You better behave yourself. That should never happen again.”

Azriel looked me in the eyes, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip, his body still vibrating, trying to relax. He had no plans to listen to me, and my core lit up, shocking me.

What have I gotten myself into?

The second I lowered the dagger, I heard a loud bang from behind me, a sudden unsettling smirk on Azriel's lips, just before the world suddenly went black.