Page 32 of Vicious King

He took me down to the ground floor and led me through an arched double doorway which went into the party room I spotted on my first day here. It was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was electrified with energy.

The lights were dimmed, creating a heady atmosphere, rich with sinful anticipation. Musicians played ethereal instrumental songs with lilting strings and gently-throbbing drumbeats on a stage at one end of the room. Trays of pills and white powder were being passed around the room by waitresses, along with brimming cocktail glasses and golden goblets.

Pri walked right by me with her Master, flashing me a tight, nervous smile. She was wearing a collar as well as a mask. It was black with a large silver pendant, and the word ‘slave’ was inscribed on it. With a shock, I realized all the other women were wearing them too. Elias hadn’t given me one.

“Elias,” I murmured. “Why don’t you make me wear a collar like the others?”

He frowned. “I don’t want you to.”

That seemed to be all he had to say on the subject. It was a far cry from just a couple of months ago when he roughly dragged me down a hallway, promising collars and heavy chains as soon as I arrived at the Lodge. So maybe he really felt something for me and didn’t want to enslave me anymore…

Or maybe he simply didn’t like the way the collars looked, and I was reading too much into it.

My gaze drifted over the sea of masked faces as Elias led me toward a bar set up in the far corner of the room, near a chaise lounge. The women were all in towering heels and expensively-cut gowns in every color of the rainbow. They were all beautiful and toned, but I noticed Elias didn’t look at a single one of them.

Several men glanced my way. Even with their masks, I could see they were sizing me up. One of them leaned over to his acquaintance and murmured something, and the other nodded, his gaze fixed on me. My stomach lurched. I knew I was meant to say yes to any men who wanted me if Elias chose to share, but the thought of servicing these horrible men made me want to retch.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Elias murmured in my ear. “Stay here.”

He went to the bar, and I hovered around the edge of the room, patiently waiting. The music grew louder, a thumping rhythmic beat that seemed to infuse the room with excitement. The underwater lights in the indoor pool in the center of the room pulsed over the naked bodies frolicking within, making their skin glow.

Not far from me was a writhing group of men and women on a red velvet lounge as big as a double bed. They were grinding together, hands tearing at dresses and suits, gliding over bare skin, kissing hungrily in the flickering lights. There were threesomes and even foursomes as they carried out all kinds of sex acts.

One moaning woman had three men inside her at the same time. One in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in her mouth. She didn’t seem to be in any pain. Her lips were parted in bliss, and orgasmic cries tore from her throat.

Stale scotch-laced breath fanned my left ear a moment later. A cold lick of fear crept down my spine. Tobias.

“See something you like, little whore?” he asked.

Another shiver rushed over my skin. I tried to think of a response, something that wouldn’t anger him, but all I could focus on was my racing pulse.

Fortunately, silence seemed to be the correct reaction.

“Good girl. Not talking back for once.” His lips curled into a smile. “I see my son finally has you under control.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured.

“But where is your collar?”

He sounded irritated. I felt the strange, irrational need to fly to Elias’s defense. “It… it didn’t fit properly. He’s having it altered.”

“I see. Well, I hope you ensure he enjoys himself tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped away, and I took in a deep, relieved breath. Every time that awful man came near me, it felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out.

I watched the undulating bodies around me as they pulsed and moved to the beat of the music. Gowns were strewn on the floor. Masks ripped off. Breasts on display, bouncing up and down. It was so primal, so raw and sinful. A dreamlike haze.

Elias returned a moment later. “Here,” he said, handing me a napkin stacked with little canapés. “I know they don’t give you dinner on party nights.”

I gratefully accepted it and nibbled delicately at the corners of a pastry with a rich savory filling. I was still hungry after eating every canapé, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful or demanding, especially when Tobias was in the same room, probably watching my every move.

Elias leaned down and murmured in my ear. “Ready to play?” His fingertips traced a line down my spine, hovering just above my ass. Tingles broke out across my flesh.

I nodded. “Yes.”

It wasn’t like I had a choice. If he wanted to let fifty other men inside me tonight, I couldn’t say no.

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