Chapter 2
Dark content ahead, you have been warned.
Katya closed her tired eyes tightly as their fingers worked their magic- the eager maids hurried to please their King. They couldn't make mistakes. She had to be exactly how they were instructed. She felt her chest tighten- everything has change. A day ago she was somewhat free to do as she pleased. Although she was a maid she still had some freedom after her chores was done. Now, she had nothing. Her life was going to take a turn for the worst-that much she knew.
All because she had given into her bodies desire as the King gave her sensitive body pleasure. She has thought he would leave her alone after that day. Nae, she had hoped he would leave her alone. However, it seemed her feistiness had made him want her more. Katya inhaled sharply as one of the maids tightened her corset. Tears fell down her cheeks as she recalled what happened yesterday.
FLASHBACK
"Now, I wonder how tight you are" before she could grasp what he was saying she felt him add a long, thick finger into her cunt.
Katya screamed at the intrusion. She had never felt such pain. It felt as though her lower half was on fire and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She began to struggle against him . She kicked, bit and him him-all of which made no impact on him obviously. His eyes clouded in lust his knees eased up and she finally had the opportunity to kick him hard on his groin. He let out a hiss as the lust died a fraction. She was quick to get up from the bed and began to run towards the door. Katya tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. The door was locked.
She screamed as he stood in his glory and made his way towards her. She began to shiver as the tears refused to stop.
"Please" she begged.
Katya was well aware that this man had no sense of sympathy but she had to try. He was going to ruin her. He stalked towards her until he had her trapped between the door and himself. He bent his head slightly and she felt his long hair cascade down- the ends tingling her cheeks.
"Please what, Katya" he stated in a hoarse voice. It seemed he was enjoying watching her struggle- he was enjoying toying with her.
He quickly grabbed both her hands and lifted them above her as she was about to kick him on his groin again and positioned himself between her legs. Her breath deepened as she struggled to get air in her lungs. She felt his thick manhood press against her lower belly.
"Please fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days to come? Or please stick my cock so deeply in your tight cunt that you will feel be in your stomach?"
Katya gasped at his crude words-yet she still felt some of her juices drip down her thighs. "N-Nay, none" she managed to say.
He paid her no heed as he used his other hand to grab her jaw tightly. So rough that her jaw ached. She looked at him through her long lashes an stared at him deeply. He released an animalistic growl and attacked her lips once more. He was dominating her- branding her. Katya could not have that. Her father raised her to be strong. So before she could control herself she bit his bottom lip hard. Blood oozed from his lips and she tasted the metallic blood. He removed his lips from her. Katya could have sworn that his eyes turned darker-enough to chill her bones. He glared at her. Katya though perhaps he would kill her. His eyes gave him away. She was cared she wouldn't leave this room alive. The hand on her jaw tightened to a point of unbearable pain. Then the strangest thing. He let go of her completely and took a step away from her. His hand reached his lips as he rubbed his bottom lip whilst glaring at her.
"You dare deny me?" he asked in a low threatening voice. Katya surprised herself by looking him and the eyes.
"You cannot force yourself on me. I do not want you". He laughed. " Is that why your juices are dripping down your legs" he pointed out.
She gasped again. How did he know. " You can lie to yourself all you want lass, but you want me" he stated arrogantly. " Your body reacts to me like no other. You want me" he said forcefully. " I would rather die than give myself to you willingly".
As Katya said these words she knew she meant it. This man was a beast. Her body might have reacted to him but Katya was sure that reaction was only biologically. He was an attractive man that repulsed her. Just because he was handsome did not mean she had to give herself to him. She hated herself for reacting to him but perhaps that was her body's way of making this situation easier on her. He gave a low growl in his chest.
" It matters not-you are mine whether you like it or not. Your body belongs to me." He started towards her and she lifted her hand and slapped him hard.
" I am not yours you beast." she stated in a brave voice. That seemed to be his limit his hand wrapped tightly around her throat.
Not like before when he was giving her pleasure. His hand was so tired that she cocked on her breath and could not seem to allow air in her lungs. She immediately wrapped both her hands around his larger hand as she tried to ease of the pressure.
" You think you can talk to me how you wish lass? and use your hands on ME? Do you know who I am. huh? I can kill you with just one hand." he shouted. Katya began to lose her conscience. The room was becoming blurry. " You will do as I say and not object. Do you hear me?" he questioned.
Katya could not answer him if she tried. She stopped struggling. Just as she was about to give up to the darkness his hold on her loosened. It was still around her neck but he had eased up. She started inhaling as much air as she could. She could feel some heat returning to her body.
" You will not question me again. Am I clear?" She was shaking and quickly nodded her head. Despite wanting to shout and scream and defy him- she didn't want to die and she knew he didn't give out empty promises. His gazed sharpened on her again.
"Use words Katya. Do not make me repeat myself. I hate that".
"Yes" she said quietly in fear. " Yes what?" he goaded her. "Yes m'lord." He nodded his head approvingly.
She felt his thump press against her Adams apple with small pressure. "Good, Now get on your knees".
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The Kings Hold
Historical FictionAn angel; a perfect angel. Katya was as beautiful and flawless on the outside as she was damaged and tortured on the inside. He was a bright, scorching flame that singed her with the darkest of pleasures. She couldn't stay away. Almost didn't want...