Page 6 of Vicious King

As usual, though, Elias was always one step ahead.

“Favorite color?” he asked.

“Blue.”

“Flower?”

“Carnation.”

“Food?”

“Lobster roll.”

“Your name?”

“Tatum Mar… ah!” I shrieked as the nipple clamps turned live again, and the book flew off my back as I jerked on the floor.

Elias tricked me. He knew I was just telling him what he wanted to hear, so he asked me a bunch of rapid-fire questions in the hopes of distracting me from the real question when he finally asked it. I wasn’t expecting it, and I inadvertently gave him my real answer when he asked my name.

I guess I wasn’t completely broken after all. At least not yet.

The clamps switched back to normal, and I collapsed on the Persian carpet, sobbing and gulping in deep breaths of air as the pain subsided.

Elias got off the sofa and stooped to my level, one finger forcing my chin up to look at him. “I had a feeling you were simply playing along,” he said softly, dangerously. “When I said I wanted to play a game, that’s not really what I meant.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I whimpered. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” He picked the book back up. Instead of placing it on me, however, he strode across the room and put it back where he found it. Then he rummaged around in a bedside drawer and returned with a bottle of lubricant and a black phallic-shaped object.

It didn’t look like the vibrator Willa once bought for Greer as a gag gift when she said she couldn’t think of something to take to her older sister’s bridal shower. It was thicker, meaner-looking, and the base of it flared out widely.

“This is going inside you,” Elias said crisply.

My insides clenched involuntarily. I didn’t want to be aroused by the thought of him putting something in my pussy, but as usual, my body grew hot and wet within seconds, craving him against my will. It was that feeling of helplessness as he took charge that made it happen; the forced surrender, the lack of control. I never knew what would happen next, and a strange, delicious fear always seemed to accompany that, making desire unfurl deep in my core.

He went behind me and ran a hand down my back before sliding down to my pussy. Two fingers parted my lips, and he chuckled as he found me already soaked. “I know where you want me to put this,” he began. “But today isn’t about what you want. Today is about making you see what you’ve done.”

I stiffened as I remembered the bottle of lube in his hand. Oh no. The black toy wasn’t going in my pussy at all.

“No, please,” I said hurriedly. “Not there.”

He chuckled. “Are you really saying no to me?”

“I…” I trailed off. That was a bad idea. “No, Master. I didn’t mean that.”

“Good, because I want to take every part of you, Doll. Turn you into the perfect toy for me. So if I want to put something in your asshole, you’re going to say yes, and you’re going to love it.”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with red-hot shame. “Please… put it in my ass.”

I heard him open the bottle and squeeze the liquid over his hand. He began to massage it between my cheeks, one fingertip dipping in and out of me as he prepared me for the violation. I bit back a whimper at the humiliating sensation as his finger went even deeper, right inside my ass.

Then he pulled it out and pressed the tip of the toy against me. “Push back on it,” he ordered. “Keep yourself relaxed or it’ll hurt more.”

I swallowed and closed my eyes as I did what he said. Or tried to, at least. It was one thing to tell me to relax while a dildo slid into my virgin ass, but actually doing it was another thing entirely.

I bit down on my bottom lip again as the toy broke past my entrance and slid inside, maybe an inch or so, and then I finally let out a cry as the pressure grew too intense. I was unbearably full.

“You feel that, Doll?” Elias murmured. “You feel it going inside your tight little asshole?”

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