I wonder what happened between the day I was here last weekend and now. Charming has never been a jealous man, and he has his mistresses. I figured they both knew about the other’s transgressions but didn’t want them flaunted in the other’s face.
“Your Majesty?” the maid squeaks. “I’m her maid. I clean her room, help around the castle. I don’t understand the question.”
“Has Cinder tasted your sweet cunt, ever strapped on a toy to fuck you, sweet Kailee? It’s a truly simple question.” Charming sighs, slowly drawing the knife along her body. It’s so sharp that it cuts her flesh in shallow cuts, the blood welling before running down her body. “Wife, why don’t you end this farce before I have to kill her? It’s so hard to find good help.”
Cinder watches greedily, unable to avert her eyes as the knife grazes along her pubic bones. “What will you do if I say yes, husband?”
“I’m holding judgment until I’m able to feel how your response will make me feel,” he says honestly, turning the knife’s handle until it’s facing upward. “You’ve been so quiet and distant recently, you don’t want to share my bed, and the black-haired demon glares at me when she sees me. Then the secret meeting you had with Drizella was simply the cherry on the damn sundae. Kinsley is a busy body, so I called her to shoot the shit with her. She mentioned her condolences for the divorce papers which are currently being filed against me. I spoke to her earlier today.”
This explains a bit the manic gleam in his eyes and how out of character he’s acting. However, I wonder at the game Kinsley’s playing, because Charming’s clearly coming undone.
“The ink hasn’t even dried!” Cinder roars. “I didn’t even receive a call telling me they were granting my divorce, Charming. I’ve been so on edge because Kinsley is avoiding my calls.”
Charming chuckles, low and seductive as he runs the handle of the knife through Kailee’s arousal. She whimpers, “Please, please use your fingers instead, Your Majesty.”
“I’m in control here, Kailee. Focus on how good it feels. Don’t you want your king to make you come? It’s so unfair. Cinder gets gorgeous maids, while I’m forced to fuck the same three women on my private island.”
“Boo-hoo, Charming. Have your fun and then let’s get on with the night.” Cinder sighs. “Please stop cursing, you know how upset it makes me.”
“Frankly, I don’t fucking care, my dear wife,” Charming says drolly as he rubs Kailee’s clit.
I unfortunately have a front row seat to everything he’s doing, and I wonder if I have a sign across my forehead that begs people to let me watch their depraved, most fucked up sex acts. Forced voyeurism isn’t my kink.
“Drizella, do you see how wet she is?” Charming groans, palming his cock. “She moans so prettily too. Do you eat pussy, my dear sister-in-law?”
Cinder’s brow furrows at his words, probably also wondering what he’s angling at. The maid’s eyes roll in pleasure, and I wonder how long this will last until she’s dead.
“Watch the handle disappear into her pussy. I wonder if she’s so hungry to please me that she’ll come around this,” he mutters.
Grayson, Ayden, and I are helpless to do anything but watch, scared he’ll kill her on the table. Lining the handle up with her entrance, Charming pushes it inside of her.
“Oh,” Kailee gasps, her nails digging into the wood of the table at the new sensation and fullness.
“That’s it. You can take it, little whore,” he growls. I’ve never seen this side of the king. What the fuck. Cinder has to be drugging him with some psychotropic shit.
My gaze cuts to Ayden, wordlessly asking my question. He mouths, “He’s fucking high,” to me, and my lips twitch in validation that I’m correct.
Dammit, Cinder. What the hell are you playing at? You made your husband angry, psychotic, and horny. Great job.
“Your Majesty,” Kailee keens, and Charming continues to fuck her with the handle of the knife. Rubbing her clit with his other hand, he groans as he watches her.
“The only thing that would make this better is if you were sucking my cock, Drizella,” he tells me.
I curl my fingers around the edges of my seat, denying my body the need to fulfill his request. The castle twists my soul with the evidence of my trauma, and I refuse to be violated today.
“You’re no fun,” he mutters, pulling the knife out of her pussy to suck her juices. Kailee whimpers, she must have been close to coming. “You will be serving your king tonight. Go clean up and then wait for me in my chambers.”
Charming is no longer forcing Cinder to sleep in the same room with him anymore it appears. Fuck, the gloves really are off. Kailee sits up, flushing with embarrassment as she’s faced with her audience. Scooting her ass across the table, she slides off. There’s blood left behind from Charming’s knife play, and she almost slips in the liquid dripping down her leg.
Cinder rolls her eyes, yelling for someone to come clean the mess. Kailee manages to leave the room without falling down, and soon everything is cleaned away. I don’t know why they went through the trouble when my step-sister is very skilled in making people bleed.
“Charming, you can’t fault me for wanting a divorce,” Cinder says, picking up an earlier conversation. “You’re never here, and I know you’re cheating on me. You don’t exactly hide it.”
“Bollocks,” Charming roars. “You’re my wife, and I expect you to get pregnant like a good girl. If you were to get pregnant, how the hell would I know it’s mine?”
Cinder shrugs as if it’s a dumb question, but the reality is that it’s not. “It’s a moot point, because I’m not pregnant. I have needs, and your cock is too small to manage them.”
This is going downhill really fast.