“Well, until I hear the sound of teeth chattering coming from anywhere below your waist, then I think I will take my chances…now come here, Amelia,” he said making me laugh, because his comment was funny but the more serious order at the end was what had me biting a fingertip as I walked over to him. The second I got close enough he snagged me around the waist by wrapping an arm around my back before drawing me in as close as I could get. Then I felt him tapping his fingers against my bare side before he told me,
“You look delicious enough to eat.” I blushed despite being brave enough to look down at his hardening cock. Then I made a show of licking my lips and telling him,
“Yeah, so do you”
“Sweetheart, if you’re hungry to put something in that talented mouth of yours then feel free anytime.” I rolled my lips inwards to hold back the beaming grin that wanted to erupt at such a compliment, doing so only so I could continue to play it cool. Something I most definitely achieved when I flashed him a naughty grin and lowered to my knees. Naturally, this…well, it surprised the Hell out him.
Then whilst looking back up at him, I said
“Well, if you insist, my Lord.”
Then I had breakfast.
I had no idea how much time had passed by the time we were making our way back into the main tower of his castle, but I knew one thing…I was ravenousness.
“Your stomach is growling at me again, my little slave,” he commented with a smirk and a whisper of words as I once again was back to playing the part of his slave girl. Of course, now I understood why this was necessary, I decided to try and have some fun with it. Mainly by teasing Lucius whenever I could, whether it was quietly muttering things or licking my lips and reminding him of what the first part of my breakfast was.
He had said this as he was escorting me back into the throne room which, thankfully, I noticed had fewer people in today. I also had my collar back in place and a different kind of chain attached to it than from the day before. It was one more conventional looking and far less deadly, even though it was still wrapped around Lucius’ fist clearly showing his ownership.
“What can I say, My Lord, I must be in need of some more protein,” I whispered back making him growl playfully. We walked to the end of the room where his mighty throne sat waiting and the pile of cushions and throws on the floor told me once again where my place would be. His second in command was there waiting for us and I realised I was still to ask who this man was…or more importantly, who he was to Lucius.
He eyed me with great interest, and I don’t know why but the look he gave me was unnerving. As if he was studying me or planning something nefarious. Although my reaction to him could have solely been based on how he had treated me when I was first brought here. Either way, there was something about him that simply screamed…dangerous.
Once up on the high platform, Lucius lowered me down to my nest of material before sitting himself. I could tell by some of the questioning looks around the room that this was an unusual gesture coming from their King. I only understood why when after he had sat down, the rest followed, telling me that the King was always the first one to take his seat. But this time, I had.
After this was what I had been waiting for and as Lucius was clearly speaking matters of court to his royal right hand, he ignored the servants who started to bring out platters of food. However, I nearly started drooling as food I recognised could thankfully be seen. It made me want to question where they had got it from or did they in fact grow it down here?
Of course, I wasn’t exactly at liberty to ask, so instead focused on the fruits, nuts, bread and cheese in front of me, admittedly ignoring the slices of meat, due to not knowing what they were.
“Your slave certainly has a good appetite.” I heard his second comment, making Lucius actually chuckle.
“After last night, then she has need for the sustenance.”