Voltron One Shots

LOTOR X READER

~Mature Content~
~Smut Scale: 9~
|HIS PRISONER AND HIS LOVER|

The crack of a whip echoed off the walls and your cries followed behind it. Your hands were chained to the cold wall in front of you and you stood in a dark room with no windows. A man stood behind you, whip in his large, purple hands and a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"You've been bad, haven't you?" The man asked.

You shook your head. "No, my prince! I haven't!"

The whip cracked again, but this time shivers ran through your body and your knees gave out from beneath you.

The prince knelt down next to you and ran his hand over your bare leg and to the waist of your panties.

"These aren't needed." He whispered, and ripped them from your body.

"Please~" you pleaded, spreading your legs apart and looking up at the man that loomed over you.

His eyes burned with lust, but as he reached out to embrace you, a knock echoed at the door.

"Sir, Voltron has been sited on the next planet over."

Sighing, the prince threw a blanket over you and walked over to the large iron door.

"Understood, thank you Acxa. I'll go speak with Zethrid, you stay here and get her cleaned up."

"Yes, Lotor."

Lotor walked out of the room, leaving you and his henchman.

You curled your knees up to your chest in an attempt to hide yourself from her, but she didn't seem to pay attention to your discomfort.

Acxa unlocked your handcuffs and you wrapped the blanket tightly around yourself as she lead you through the corridor to the showers.

You weren't exactly a prisoner, you had your own room, your own clothes and even ate meals with Lotor. However, you still weren't allowed to be by yourself unless handcuffed, and you were always accompanied and watched while washing yourself or dressing.

Acxa stood and watched the floor as you washed your body, and once you were done you wrapped yourself in a towel and followed Acxa to your room where once again, she watched you.

When you had first been taken prisoner it made you uncomfortable having strangers eye your nude body, but as time passed you learned not to care.

"Lotor is busy with other affairs, there won't be any dinner served tonight." Acxa explained.

You sighed. That meant you'd be left alone in your room.

Acxa pulled a key from her pocket and you sat on the edge of the bed. An ankle cuff was attached to the bed by a long chain that didn't quite reach the door, but was long enough to give you free range of the room. Acxa clamped the cuff around your ankle and locked it before exiting the room, locking the door behind her for good measure.

The room was silent. You hated the silence. It gave you time to remember your family back on Earth and how you would probably never see them again. It gave you time to remember how your parents begged Lotor not to take you, how your little brother didn't understand why you had to leave, how you were one of three hundred and fifty humans to be taken hostage by the Galra empire, but you were the only one given the luxury of not living in a cell.