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TESTING HER HYPOTHESIS💭
She became a true prisoner to him after that night, void of liberty, shackled to that terrifying and yet unapalling beast. She was confined to his bedroom, incarcerated at all times, for a long time, day and night. He watched over her like a hungry hawk did with its prey. He made sure she was fed, unfailingly, five times in a day -breakfast, lunch, nosh, dinner and after supper snacks which normally came about an hour after dinner. He was always there to eat with her most of the time in the bedroom, only being absent when he was busy with official matters and could not avoid doing so. Well, there was a small problem which she noticed and even pointed out to him. But it was one which he never rectified, deliberately choosing not to do so. It was the issue regarding her clothes. She had no clothes to wear in his bedroom. He kept insisting that she put on any of his shirts.
Therefore, she was constantly dressed in one of his shirts and she was fairly getting used to its comfiness and his scent, that lovable musky yet intoxicating coco lemon redolence that unfailingly reminded her of the very first orgasm that he had brought her. He barely spoke to her when he was around, busy. But as time went on, he loosened, only speaking to her when he could no longer avoid it. She also didn't ever feel conscious of that fact that they slept on the same bed, shared that sacred furniture. She wondered if it contributed to his distance for he slept hours after she had gone to bed and yet he rose before her still.
Although she was unhappy that her escape plan had failed and she would not be able to leave there, the beast's territory, she never planned to organize a new one, a seventh one, either. She never dwelt on that, locking all things escape at the back of her skull, in her mind's archive, her brain's dungeon. It was totally hopeless to do so she decided, for he somehow managed to always find her, each time. Besides, she didn't want him mad at her. She hated when he lost it for his outrage frightened her to the bones. She would rather continue to stay there a prisoner than to face his unfathomable wrath. If she dared to escape again, she was very sure, certes sure that she would definitely be caught and she will never be able to make a lam for it. She would rather remain a prisoner there forever than to face the rowen of such a hopeless thoughtless act, ever.
She counted the days that she had been in confinement, from the morrow she had woken up with a smarting pain in her ass, sharp and acute, a pain so critical it had brought lots of tears to her eyes. Her mind went back to that moment. She ran over it all, all that had happened after she had awoken. She remembered it all, clearly.
When she had arisen, she had winced in pain, not daring to sit upright on the bed despite its softness. Suddenly, like a witch, his face was looming over hers. She stared up at his standing form, startled by him and the bareness of his chest as always. Fear had overtaken her at that moment and she didn't know when she uttered what she said next.
'Please,' she had heard herself say then, a reflex action of protection which had been prompted by the fright that he had imprinted on her the night before.
'Keep shut!' he had shunned her harshly, his words curt and detached as he had reached out and turned her over. He had raised the white shirt that she had been wearing and had quickly made to inspect her bare buttocks. He had done so, running his fingers over it slightly, applying pressure at some point as he had stared at every mark that he had branded on her beautiful skin. She had winced occasionally as he had carried on, especially when the poking had hurt her too much. She had borne it all. And just when she had thought that he would go on forever, she had felt herself being lifted and carried like a baby. She had been very surprised, so much that she had had to gasp out loud. She had not been expecting such gesture from him at all. Well, despite the shock of it all, she had not forgotten to cling to him. She had wrapped her hands around his neck, her legs around his waist and she had equally rested her head on his shoulders contentedly. He had taken her to his bathroom and had undressed her. She had discovered then that a bath had already been prepared for her before their arrival to the bathroom. It had been slightly hot and mixed with mint leaves which must had been allowed to sit in the bathtub for a long time. She had sighed softly as he lowered her into the tub of mint scented water. She had been instantly engulfed by its soothing quality which had eased the pain in her buttocks -just a bit. Then, he had bathed her like the day before, but this time not with any canal purpose whatsoever. Yet, he had left her sexual system quite unbalanced, dysfunctional. She did not shy away from him or his touch at any moment, quickly adapting to the fact that he wanted to do so.
When he was done, he had carried her naked form back into the bedroom where he had set her down on the bed, stomach down and applied the pain relieving poultice to her buttocks. Next, he had helped her into one of his many white shirts, still without speaking a word to her. Breakfast was served then at his command. The meal had gone on, also wordless. He had then excused himself to attend to other matter when the meal was over or rather when he was full. That morning had marked the beginning of her captivity. From then till that moment, it had been nine days altogether.
She walked to the balcony of his bedroom and stood, leaning against the gold plated iron railings with a sigh. She looked out, watching, staring at all in her line of vision, the expanse of gazement . Linamine, his empire, it was vast and he was emperor. She shivered slightly as a thought popped up in her head. Most prisoners who defiled the emperor in any empire were instantly killed. Then, she was one lucky bitch. But why? Whyd' he continue to spare her despite her crimes? Did he? She thought, could he? A mischievous smile curved her lips. She couldn't believe the single notion that had crept into her head. But it was flatout, almost unarguable. She laughed softly then. The emperor, Lord Linamine desired her? Well, that would explain a many things. It seemed like he did desire her. She sighed softly as she turned away from the balcony and went into the bedroom. She sat slowly on the huge round bed with its sheets of floral pastels and began to ratiocinate on the disturbing matter.
Suddenly, a counter thought rose in her mind. Her soft smile receded as it came to her, like a bright light bulb that could not be ignored. If she thought about it well, apart from some little facts that could mean or could not mean that he liked her, she felt like a thing that he owned. He did not act like he liked her, didn't express any feelings whatsoever. Or maybe he did -that referring to the little facts that she had talked about before, in subtle ways. There was the denial of the services of a maid, also refusing anyone to touch her save him, even as far as bathing her himself. Apart from that, there was nothing. If she let her counter thought take over her mind, to her then he didn't desire her. He saw her as some possession, wanted to own her. He always called her 'Mine' and not her given name -as if she knew it. He had called her Rose then. But she didn't feel like the name belonged to her or neither suited her. But why? She wondered why she would forget her own name. She quickly began to blame him, the beast. It was all his fault. He must have tampered with her head. She had a brain that was almost a clean slate, recalling only bits and pieces of her life before now. The only vivid memory in her mind of the beast, chasing her into flames. She also remembered him, sparring with her, that his signature angry gaze settled on her.
Despite these, he constantly told her that she was his, making it clear that she belonged to him. He put it to her always that he was her master, that he owned her, fully. The thoughts made her blood run cold, sending shivers through her, down her spine. She thought hard and hated to think that it was the latter. But, she had always been inquisitive and her curiosity won again, causing her to dwell on it. She knew what she would do. She would check it out, test her hypothesis. She must find out. She must be sure of it.
When dusk had passed again and night had fallen, she sat at his writing table reading a book to keep herself from sleeping while awaiting him. She had had her dinner long ago without him. Xiera had informed her that he couldn't be there because he was delayed in an imperial meeting. She was just beginning to nod off into slumber when the bedroom door opened slowly. The light sound triggered her awake. She looked up at the sound of the intrusion. He came in, bringing with him that obdurate aura. He walked towards the huge round bed without a glance in her direction undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then, in one swift move, he turned towards her. His eyes met hers in the dark, their gazes locking. She didn't move, could not move, kept in place by that unusual gaze of his, prefer if, soft and yet hard, an amazing oxymoron. His eyes were the colour of silver for only a moment, an illusion that she sometimes saw, especially when he gazed at her, too deeply, too torrid. She shrugged it off instantly, too preoccupied to be bothered by it all at that ardent moment.
'You are not asleep,' he noted, not for speaking sakes, rather it was so she could explain why she was not yet asleep to him.
'I could not sleep,' was her reply to him. He lifted a brow at her.
'Why couldn't you?' he asked her, his gaze intense.
'I just could not.'
'Come here,' he said in a commanding tone. She stood slowly to her feet as if hypnotized by his authoritative voice. The white shirt she was putting on was completely unbuttoned. One did not need a seer to know that she was bare underneath. He stared at her when he realized that. His pupils dilated at the sight, suspicion and puzzlement its cause. 'Why are you dressed like that?' he demanded. She studied him closely.
'I told you, I could not sleep.' He said nothing to her, his fervid gaze never leaving her face.
'Come,' he said again, 'come to me Mine.' For some absurd reason, the command sounded erotic to her. She restrained herself from raising a brow at him. She approached him slowly, deliberately, extending her legs as much as possible to allow a lot of skin to be visible. He stared at her with a questioning look. She studied him. He looked completely unaffected by her near nakedness. She was beginning to become uncertain, the seed of doubt starting to grow in her mind. She stopped afore him, looking into his eyes. 'Why couldn't you sleep?' he asked once again. She was beginning to grow tired of that question. She looked away in frustration and sighed inaudibly before she returned her gaze to him. She smiled at him first and then proceeded with her well made plan. She wrapped her hands around his neck, leaning on him, arching her body against him in the process. He let her, looking down at her with uneasy eyes.
'I do not know,' she said, providing an answer to his question.
'You don't?' he asked in a tone that clearly showed disbelief. 'Are you sure you don't?' she nodded her head quite vigorously at his words. 'Why?' he asked again. She nearly became sick on him. Why was he being such a spoil sport?! Was he wet behind his ears or what?! Could he not see what she was trying to achieve?!
'Why don't I know? Is that what you are asking?' she asked him, a little surprised and vexed at the question. 'Is that even a question?!'
'If you don't know, then what do you want?' he said to her. She smiled coquettishly at his question. It pleased her. She thought of what to say to him, holding unto him, more tighter than before.
'Come to bed,' she implored in a silky sweltry voice. His eyes held hers, intense. 'I want you to hold me,' she said into his ears, having tiptoed to be able to get there.
Then, suddenly, he planted his hands around her slender waist and pulled her closer until there was no gap between them and they were skin to skin. She gasped as a spark of desire went through her. She looked up at him, his steady gaze locked on hers, the deepness of that unending melanous hollow ensnaring her totally. 'Why are you doing this?' he asked her. She couldn't answer, trying so hard to find her voice. 'Hmmh?' he urged her. She opened her mouth to say something and only succeeded in stuttering incoherently, hopelessly. 'Will you answer me!' he ordered a jussive voice.
'I,' she began. She stopped short as a moan left her mouth, betraying her. He had planted his lips on her ears, biting her earlobe. He bit of lightly again, running his tongue along her pinna with languor. She tried again to speak but couldn't do so. Her eyes slid half shut in building delirium. His mouth went lower still, planting kisses in the groove between her ear and her shoulders. Her hand around his neck tightened considerably as the sensations -hot and sweet and molten- went straight to her knees, weakening it to the veriest that was possible. Her legs wobbled physically from the impact. Her insides melted from the heat of latent yet lethal desire. A need so sudden, so fervid, so primal and so all consuming went on to engulf her mercilessly, startling her. She still managed to study him, especially his eyes, despite it all, despite the wanton emotions clouding the essence of her reasoning. His eyes were intense, blazing with uninhibited desire. Her heart jumped with delight in her thoracic cavity.
'Yes?' he whispered into her ears, bringing his lips only inches away from her earlobe. Then, he slowly brought them close to her lips. 'Why are you not speaking yet?' he asked her with his lips only a breath away from hers - like he hadn't any idea the reason why she could not do so. She remained mute, not because she could not speak, but because she didn't want to do so, busying herself with studying intently the sexual attraction that she was sure was mutual playing lambently, flippantly around them. He stared at her, obviously and patiently waiting for her answer.
'Beast,' she mumbled at last.
'Don't call me that,' he whispered close to her ears, his hot breath fanning her cheeks, spiking her passion hard and fast.
'Then what do I call you?' she asked him with a purr, staring up at him. He smiled at her before he dipped his head and his lips languorously moved over the skin of her neck. Her breath shortened in a heartbeat. She arched against him, welcoming his roaming lips, his gliding tongue and the pleasure it brought. He gripped her tighter. Her jutting breast pressing against his chest.
'Gideon,' he murmured.
'Gideon?' she asked him with slightly lifted eyebrows.
'Yes sweet Rose, call me Gideon.' She stared at him for a long while. Sweet Rose? Was that perchance really her name? She was tempted to ask him but did not do so. She did not want to give him the joy of knowing it all.
'Gideon,' she said, pushing the matter concerning her nomenclature to the back of her mind.
'Yes Mine,' he answered her. She nearly snorted. So he was back to Mine? The playboy! 'Mine,' he whispered again. This time, his voice was erotically soft and pressing, coaxing, seductive, entrapping. His hands played with her back, flippantly yet disturbingly arousing. She tried but failed to suppress a shudder of pleasure. He pulled her higher against his hard body, rubbing all of her softness over his hardness. Her body instantly went on fire, completely. Her nipples hardened into tight beads from the heat emanating from his body.
'Gideon,' she mumbled unsure, not knowing whether she should really address an emperor by his name. 'Oh Gideon!' she half moaned again with surety but this time on a raspy breath for his lips had found its way to the top of her breasts, gently but quickly shifting the open shirt out of the way. 'Ohhh!' she moaned again as he circled her areola with his tongue. She clasped him with both hands, arching towards his mouth, wetness sipping loosely at her heated core.
'Rose,' he said lifting his mouth from her breasts and coming up to look at her, locking gazes with her. 'Sweet Rose,' he said again with a fierce almost possessive look on his face before he tilted her head and slanted his lips over hers.
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Fire, scorching hot, blazing fiercely and burning uninhibitedly roared to life inside of her with the inferno moving from her lips down to her oesophagus, through her duodenum to her stomach and straight to her heated core, alighting a new kind of fire in her. It was a thick liquid kind of fire that melted her vagina walls, seeping ungraciously through her silken funnels and escaping through her vulva, wetting the insides of her thick fleshy thighs. It stunned her shitless, the intensity of it all. Need pulsed through her, quick and intoxicating as he dug deeper, hungrily, ravaging her mouth, his lips over hers feeling tantamount to survival.
No one had ever made her feel like this -not even the lover she had very faint memories of, all of it dimmed to almost naught in her cerebrum. At least she remembered that his name was Trevor. Trevor had been just fine. But, none of his kisses had made her feel like this. None of his kisses had awakened this ensnaring morassing incandescent sort of passion and desire inside of her like Gideon's could -and it terrified her how much she wanted this man, her enemy, the beast. It also frightened her how bad he wanted her, his possessiveness, all from his actions, his touch to mark, his caresses to brand, his kisses to claim and his erotic whispers that always threatened to take her over the edge. It mortified her how it all felt so consuming, his possessive passion enveloping her without mercy. She had only ever felt like this in his arms, spiralling, completely out of control.
When he lifted his lips from hers, her eyes slowly slid open. 'Come,' he whispered softly, biting gently into her cheeks. She diddered slightly as heat traveled once again through the entirety of her, doing absolutely nothing to quench the unquenchable fire he had earlier stoked in her. He stared at her for a long while, caressing her abundance of oxblood hair. 'Do not ever try to seduce me again Mine,' he said to her. He had known all along? She was surprised though she should not be that he had known of her charade. 'I am seduction.' She did not doubt the fact that he was. 'You are beautiful sweet Rose and you are mine.' Then, he smirked at her, quite evilly, such that her blood ran cold, congealed on the spot. Her hypothesis, it was the latter. He desired her because she belonged to him, his possession, his property and not because he loved her. She gasped softly at the realization, fear attempting to choke her into going to meet her maker. 'You are mine,' he repeated with that cold hard gaze. She stared back at him with glazed eyes. There was nothing to find anymore. Her hypothesis was now a full blown theory -courtesy of him.
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...OmaPhinaPhire🔥