His Privilege, Her Pleasure

Chapter 9 - A King's Will

I slowly approach Kieran, and I can see several emotions on his face. The very first one was of utter shock; he must not have expected me to look this good. I know he's trying to keep his cool, but I see in his eyes that he doubts his facade. He has been the measure of calm and collected even when he commands me to do something. As much as I've fought him, he expects it every time, so he hasn't flipped out as bad as possible. I feel sick as I continue to ponder his expressions; I know I'm playing a dangerous game.

I could lose this game and have to deal with significant consequences if my other steps fail in this plan. So far, I can see Kieran wants me more than he ever has, but I am excited by this. I enjoy seeing that he is falling for me, but is it wrong for me to toy with him? I mean, I'm only doing this to escape. How far is too far when dealing with someone who is equally manipulative?

I finally reach him in the heart of this humongous restaurant. Kieran's guards leave his side and spread out to all points inside the space. Only five men stayed within thirty-feet of the table. Sebastian makes his way to his position at Kieran's back, maybe twenty feet away. As I am about to sit, Kieran commanded, I stand still for a moment.

"Let me have a good look at you," he states with pure lust in his voice.

Kieran stands up from the table and walks over to my side. He gestures for me to take his hand, and so I do. We move away from the table, and Kieran circles me, looking me over like some kind of prized stock. When he circled me for the second time, he stopped at my backside. I can feel him pressing his hard chest against my back. His left hand intertwines with mine, and he presses them to my stomach.

"You are more than I expected, in every sense. By far, you are my favorite plaything. I haven't even fucked you yet, and here I am singing praises of your beauty. You may not be white, but my dick has never been this hard before. I can't wait to have you; if I weren't hungry, then I'd bend you over this table now and give the boys a show," he whispers in my ear as he palms my hips and ass.

"But, as I said, I'm fucking starved," he said in an almost bored voice as he released me. "So have a seat. We have a lot to discuss our new life together."

Kieran walks me back to the table and pulls out a chair for me. I'm taken aback by this, but choose not to question this. Maybe my attempts to seduce him were working out better than I thought. Or I could just be reading too much into it. Perhaps I'm not reading into it enough.

"I'm sure you're starving; go ahead and order whatever you like," he casually states as he snaps his fingers for a server to come over.

A server enters, and it's a young black male. He's quite handsome with short hair and a nice shape-up. He wears a uniform but looks impeccably dressed; not a speck of food has touched his uniform the entire day he's been here. However, he seems like he wants to be anywhere else, even though he smiles. His muscles are huge, and he had a friendly smile that immediately melted my heart. I don't know how he came to be working here, but he looks like he should be in movies. It was weird to see someone so happy in this place with these people.