Page 18 of Kings Fear No One
The little control I have over the situation slips out of my grasp. Teysha slips out of my fingers, tears shining in her eyes, as she obeys what the Leader says. She crawls onto the bed with shaky breaths and lays down on her back.
“Open those legs, sweetheart.”
The moment feels surreal in the most fucked up way. Even more fucked up than things usually feel in captivity by the Chosen Saints. A ringing starts up in my ears, my skin running cold, as the sense of helplessness intensifies. It suffocates the air and takes away any light in the room.
I can barely talk, barely think, so on edge I might jump out of my skin.
“That’s right,” the Leader coos, stepping to the bed and petting Teysha’s hair. “Open them right up. Soon you’ll be taking us both, sweetheart.”
“She doesn’t want to,” I choke out, my airway constricted.
The Leader arches a white-blond brow. “Are you challenging me, Believer Logan?”
I glare back at him. “There’s no point to it?—”
“We do as I say, do we not?” he asks, almost in a laugh. “I ask again, do we need to call in the guards to remind you what happens when we disobey?”
“I’ll… I’ll do it,” I say tensely. “Just me.”
The Leader glances down at my crotch. “It doesn’t seem like you’re up to the task, Believer Logan. But I’ll allow you to go first… if you think it will be easier.”
My heart’s jackhammering in my chest. The ringing has only grown louder. I’m lightheaded as I drop my workman pants and force my mind to slip away. Force myself to compartmentalize like I’ve learned to do—check out enough to get hard.
Get an erection so I can do this and get us the fuck out of this room.
Teysha lays motionless, or as still as she can given the sobs that sputter out of her. It’s almost clinical how she’s spread her legs and pinned her arms to her sides. You’d think this was a dreaded medical procedure and not an act between a husband and his wife.
I can’t blame her when I stroke my dick and find myself flaccid. The Leader’s watchful gaze weighs down on us. The depravity of the moment inescapable.
“It’s going to be alright,” I mutter under my breath. Then I stroke my dick, aware I’m not just speaking to Teysha anymore. I’m telling myself too. “You’re going to be alright.”
“Hurry up, Believer Logan,” the Leader says, impatience sharpening his tone.
“I’m doing it,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Give me a moment.”
He sneers and drops his robe to the ground, his pale, untoned body frail, in direct contrast to the powerful position he holds. “This is the stallion Mandy’s bragged about? It seems I’ll need to show you a thing or two.”
I run my enclosed fist over my dick a few more times and settle between Teysha’s splayed thighs. Cold sweat clings to my brow as I let myself take in the quaking sight of her nude body. Anything to get myself going. Get aroused like I need to be.
But even Teysha’s curves aren’t enough. Not this time.
The situation’s too fucked up. The pressure’s unbearable and the repercussions traumatic. I can’t compartmentalize this. I can’t check out when the Leader climbs onto the bed and kneels at Teysha’s head. He presents her his dick and I blink, realizing my eyes are moist.
Desperation claws away at me from the inside. It punctures my lungs and makes it impossible to breathe.
I’ve never felt so fucking helpless. So fucking… hopeless.
“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” the Leader coos. “That’s right. With those pretty lips. Suck on the head.”
A sputtered sob leaves Teysha before she’s silenced by his member. Her wide, glossy eyes flick to mine, and I see the pain shining up at me. The damage being done.
The last little piece of herself fracturing.
And I’ve let it happen.
I can’t… I can’t let him… I have to…
I release a howl like I’ve been stabbed in the chest and launch myself across the bed. I spear into the Leader with a fist that smashes his nose. We sail backward off the bed and crash onto the floor. I’ve slammed my fist into his face a couple more times before the door flings open and the guards flood the room.
