Page 5 of Daddy King

I throw a door to the unnamed room open, darkness engulfs us for a brief second before the automatic lights flicker on with the innovated technology.

She slides down my hard body, her dress hikes up to her ass with a pair of white panties wrapped around two soft delicacies. Her tits pushed on my rigid muscles as she quickly moves back in unstable feet, smoothing down her dress with a red blush on her cheeks from embarrassment.

I let her stew in the tension for a bit longer, let her imagination run while with the things that I would do with the bed provided for me in the room.

Excuses stammer out of her mouth like a bunch of lies. It would seem that my little girl has a habit for lying, I can only overlook it for so many times and two is my limit as I don’t want secrets between us.

“Quiet,” I growl, cutting off her rambling lies as her jaw locks instantly.

“I’m—I’m sorry, your majesty.” squirming under the harshness of my gaze, she twists her fingers.

“What’s your name, and do not lie to me this time,” I warn her icily.

She bows her head, black hair framing her face so that I can’t see her. That won’t do, I need to see that expressive blue eyes. I can hear dishonesty in tones, but I want to see her as I am addicted to the brimming distress from her vivid expressions.

“It’s Mina, sir,” she says, voice gentle and soft.

“Where?”

Mina hesitates, my warning in her head bounce an answer to her lips. “Ennis.”

This is good, we’re getting on the right track. She’s learning that only the truth will save her with a little bit of mercy, but I intend to fully punish her for her little disobedience.

She braves her soul and peeks at me from her thick lashes, my expression remains impassive as I watch her struggle to hold back the tears running in her blue eyes.

She’s afraid of me.

I want her to be, but as contradictory as it sounds, I also want her to trust me that I would never raise a hand on her. If I do, it will only be what I think is the right choice to punish her. She needs to know that I am the king here, it’s in her benefit to obeying me with her absolute devotion. The last thing I want from my future wife is for her to be so frightened of me that everything I do is a threat to her wellbeing, unforeseen results might happen.

Worst of them all, she could run away.

I won’t allow that.

I will chain her to our marital bed, I will fuck her tiny pussy until my seed takes with a life in her soft belly, then she will have no choice but to stay. My actions would be seen as heinous, but the stigma has no standing ground to my wants, and I want Mina to stay with me for the rest of our lives.

Iamthe tyrant King of Sosis.

“Marry me.” it’s a command, this isn’t an order where I will let her turn down.

Her expression flickers from surprise to panic to anxious in a matter of seconds. I can see the gears turning in her pretty little head, she stammers out words before stopping and readjusting her thoughts to suit whatever explanation she has.

Not that I’m ever going to change my mind, but I’ll let her think she has a chance to rebut this.

“I—I have a fiancé, your majesty!” she squeaks out in fear, shaking in her pink skin that’s flushed with nervousness.

Heat blooms around me, colors bright and lines clear despite seeing the clear lie in her face. Teeth piercing my tongue, tasting the blood seeping from the wound as I can't bring myself to contemplate on the stinging pain.

My little girl standing at the altar with her small body flourished in white lace and flowing fabrics, a sheer veil hiding pair of blue eyes that takes over the whiteness as she smiles at the facelessdeadgroom.

Whoever she is betrothed to, he will be dead soon.

“You are mine, your prior engagement will be nullified and you will marry me,” I say to her, but she’s hardly listening with her eyes frantically searching for any jokes on my face.

“If you still want to marry some other fuck, then I will wage war against his kingdom. I will annihilate his country and then I will steal you away, little girl.” I close my hand around her throat and put enough pressure into her breathing to scare her.

Scared is what she is, shaking like a leaf in front of me. I rub her racing pulse with my thumb, she hiccups with tears rolling around in those watery eyes. I want them to fall on her rosy cheeks, putting her faith into useless prayer would only fuel my desire to have her in my bed.

“You will be my Queen.”

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