The Alpha's Slave

Inayah had no inkling as to how long she had been walking. Her whole body felt sore and fatigued yet she held her tongue as remained silent.She had silently cried throughout the first hours of travelling, slight sniffles disrupted with hiccups as she raised her bound wrists to her eyes and wiped at the tears.She knew better than to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness and weakness allowed them an upper-hand over her.She had to steel herself and yet she could not. She tried but failed thoroughly until finally succumbing to the tears. Inayah cried silently while staring at her bare feet as they walked over the path. She knew the two men could hear her but both chose to ignore and she was glad they did.Although now that she thought about their ignorance, Inayah felt vague annoyance than anger through the tears. Her brown eyes rose to the broad back that sat astride a large horse, and she glared at him pensively.He disrupts their annual ritual and c

“W-what?”Salem gazed at his slave, with less curiosity and more hunger. There was a certain craving he had felt, an attraction drawn by the small, timid creature.Which was one of the reasons as to why he purchased her. Yet despite her submissive nature, he sensed a little spitfire in his slave after she attempted escaping him.He watched her run, those slender bronzed legs. She was strikingly fast, much like a rabbit. It thrilled him to know that she held a tiny flame of rebelliousness for he would enjoy breaking her.Throwing her over his lap had been for disciplining reasons and yet as his palm struck her bare, heart-shaped ass, Salem couldn’t help the painful stirring of his cock. The need to stroke her pussy then spank her in intervals— offering pleasure and pain.Massaging the ointment onto her bottom, with the scent of her cunt had aroused him to no end.He would have her.Using the hand on her cheek to

Inayah felt uneasy, anxious and her stomach clenched with complete dreadful humiliation.Her face was bright red, not from pleasure. Her eyes rose to Sin’s back, tall and steeled on the horse and she glared timidly.Her whole body felt sore, especially groin regions and she could still feel his cum, now sticky and slightly crusted between her inner thighs.Sin had taken her Maidenhead.He had claimed her on the forest floor. She had lost what was considered the most precious thing, to a man she knew nothing of.A cold, callous, unemotional scum of the earth. It repulsed her, the thought of submitting so willingly— yet part of it had been out of fear. Fear that he would do more than spank her, and his coal gaze held true to its threat of harming her should she resist him.He had touched her in ways only a husband should. His mouth had descended on her breasts tentatively, hands skimming up and down her bare legs, and that tongue&m

The bedroom chambers was far from what Inayah had expected. The room was large and round. It was dark. All the textiles black and the wood the darkest she had ever seen. The moonlight comes through the black panels seemed to be diminished in the dark room.Inayah stood shivering in nothing but the gown, her damp hair absorbing cold and sticking to the nape of her neck and temple. She fiddled with her fingers nervously eyeing the large fireplace that cracked and spat invitingly.It had been built on the corner, far enough to deprive her of warmth. Inayah glanced about the room one last time then took a tentative step towards the fireplace.“Make your way to the center.”Inayah leaped, startled by the sonorous voice that sounded directly above her. She felt his presence a moment later, large form towering from behind.The protest say steadily in her tongue but something else made her hesitant, silent. Perhaps it was the realization that t

Inayah’s heart slams maddeningly hard within the walls of her ribcage. Her mouth turns bone dry and she struggles not to flinch nor move whilst astride Sin’s laps.Salem Raised an eyebrow, drawing her attention from his hair and eyes to the rest of his symmetrically masculine face. His nose held just enough authority without being too big. His chin was square enough to expose every clench of his teeth, and his throat powerful enough to reveal every swallow, rippling with sinew and muscle.Inayah’s eyes followed his neck, following the contours of his flawless skin until it disappeared beneath the dark grey shirt with the collar unbuttoned. A scar sat just above the bow of his collarbone, one that seemed eerily close to—“Shall I repeat myself?” Salemsuddenly questioned slight inflexion in his otherwise arctic mellow voice.Inayah’s eyes flickered to his face then down to her hands which lay uselessly on his lap, e