Page 4 of Daddy King

There’s a flash of something in her face before she gasps and coughs, “W-wait, I mean Helena. Yeah, I’m Helena.”

“Do not lie to me, little girl.” my height shadows her small frame, I itch to make her obey me by wrapping my hand around her throat, but I also want to tuck her into my arms and make her stop shaking so damn much.

“Not lying,” she said, blinking twice.

How cute, her tell is easy to see.

She called me majesty, it means she knows who I am and what I’m capable of. She must have heard the rumor of what the notorious reputation I carry if anyone dares to defy me, they are more than true in many ways.

Raising my hand slowly, gauging the level of fear shining in her eyes, and put them on the delicate curve of her neck. The muscles tense under my calloused hand, a small whimper topples from her pink lips as she freezes with an expression of paralyzing dread.

I expect honesty from everyone, I cannot abide lies as they will ultimately make me go around in circles and follow false leads. I have this undying thirst for the truth of everything, explicitly lying to me can guarantee some form of punishment.

My little girl has crossed the line.

I gave her a chance to come clean and she didn’t. I never give out second chances, no one deserves them while they deliberately lie to me, whether it is an action to save their own skin or for some bigger cause.

I’m not angry.

Not in the slightest, I can’t get angry with those big watery eyes glistening up at me as if she is begging for mercy. Her eyes are wide and frightened, bottom lip trembling and anxiety reeking from her soft body.

I’m slightly drunk on how much power I hold over her.

Fear has been subjected to my eyes for so long now that I’m desensitized by it, but her fear though, oh, it’s the best kind of drug I can take. Overdosing on her submission would make me a very bad man, put the tyrant into further sinfulness.

Unfortunate, I think, disinterested at that thought.

“Come with me,” I order her, keeping my voice stern and cold.

Dismay amplifies in her eyes, I bite back a sinister grin that threatens to spill the darkest secret of what I want to do to her. If I wasn’t so possessive over this little girl, I would have torn that enticing gown off her body and feed my thick cock inside her little pussy. Everyone will see that she belongs to me and that she will think twice in the future if she decides to lie to me again, but I would never do that.

Not to her.

Mina, her name purrs in my head.

My little girl.

I see the way men look at her from the moment she stepped on top of the grand staircase. Men are animals, I know what they think when she treaded lightly off the steps with the other woman at her side, men want to peer up that curtain of red for that creamy thigh. They think they have a chance to hold her frail hands, kiss those plump pink lips, caress the flawless skin on her shoulders, and indulge in the sweetness of her pussy.

They don’t stand a chance.

Not when I have set my eyes on her.

She’s going to be my wife, my Queen to rule over Sosis.

“Now.” my orders jolt her frame, squirming in her little heels with a wince.

Glancing down at those dainty ankles, my eyes darken in anger as my chest heaves in fury. The hand rubbing on her pulse squeezes with a threat for her to not move, I drop them down to her waist and her blue eyes go from bewilderment to shocked as I jerk her body up and over my shoulder.

I fan my fingers over the roundness of her ass, tightening my grip as she wiggles on my broad shoulder. Everyone’s eyes land on the commotion we make, and I smack a clean slap on her ass, a sharp clap rings in my ears and blood flows dangerously hot in my shaft.

“P-please put me down, your majesty!” she whispers, a pitch higher in panic.

Ignoring her discomfort, I firmly set a cold glare to the mass of snobby kids. Their eyes advert to places that aren’t on us, the woman in the burgundy dress that came down with my little girl cocks a challenging eyebrow at me.

A growl rumbles in my chest, the woman laughs to herself and mirth gleams in her eyes. The gold eyeshadow on her eyelids mocks the chandelier lights above our heads.

Stalking out with Mina on my shoulders, I’m turning into a savage rather than the fearless tyrant. She doesn’t move or make another sound after that smack on her ass, I deliver another slap to hear her voice as she is too quiet. Her voice either soothes me or rile me up like a caged animal ready to pounce on her little ass.

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