Page 29 of Mortal Desires

I did, my mouth tasting his hot skin quickly, savoring the taste on my tongue.

The first second he was watching me, the next he stood up, not sparing me a second glance. “Let’s go.”

I found myself following his steps. I looked over my shoulder and found Bessie, her expression troubled, making me feel even worse.

Vicious opened the same door as before, but it didn’t lead to the adjacent room anymore. Instead, we were in a corridor illuminated by torches. Slowly, as I followed him, the rooms took form, not as dizzying as before.

A chill ran down my spine. My lack of confusion as I navigated his home only meant I started to belong to the underworld.

Before I only saw disconnected passages, fleeting rooms, and dark dead ends. Now, one room connected to the other, a palace coming together before my eyes.

Vicious brought me up the stairs and to the right into a large hall with a luscious rug and beautiful, tall windows. He swung open a door and went in. I followed.

I looked around the bedroom taking notice of the big canopy bed right in the middle and the golden accents in every detail. A room befitting a king.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked about ignoring me once again.

“Sit,” He barked, his back still to me.

I twirled and climbed on the bed as far as I could to the middle, wondering if I could bolt.

My head pulsed with nervous energy, my heart hammered so loudly in my chest I couldn’t hear anything around me.

Vicious sat down too with his back to the headboard and his hooves comfortably beside me. He said nothing when he reached for his loincloth, unlacing it slowly.

“What are you doing?”

“I need proof of your obedience.”

“This spell is proof enough.”

He shook his head. “I want proof. I was thinking about how I could torture you and get what we need for the marriage ritual at the same time.”

“Everything you do tortures me.”

“That wasn’t a very nice thing to say.”

“It’s not disrespectful. Just mean,” I retorted.

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckled. “I could ask you not to be mean, but what’d be the fun in that?”

He talked to himself as he brushed the loincloth to the side revealing his long member. My whimper threatened to come out, but I swallowed it back down my throat.

Vicious looked big even when he fisted his cock, his hands triple the size of mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning my face away.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered again.

My eyes fixed on him, going to his face for just a second before I let out a strangled sigh and resigned myself to watching him stroke his cock.

“You can’t touch yourself,” he ordered next.

I opened my mouth to say I didn’t want to touch myself, but I couldn’t lie, so I said nothing.

Next, Vicious looked straight at me, slowly bringing his fist down and grunting when he reached the base.

I squeezed my legs together.

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