Jordan's POV
I watched her struggle within herself. She was stubborn, but my power made her question her rebellion. She was unsure of what to do.
She wanted to say no to me. But, that is not a word I'd ever accept. She is my slave, my property, she obey's my words and faces the consequences.
She squinted her temples as she looked up at me, those adorable eyes sinking into my dark ones before she averted her eyes that instance. I loved watching how much I influenced him. It was amusing to me.
She wanted to run. To hide. She was afraid. Afraid of me and the power i hold. Yet, there was something that surprised me. There was something inside her that prompted her to start moving. As if sensing i would soon loose my patience. Her mind pioneered her hands to drape over tiny body, gripping the end of the frails of her gown that dripped. She looked like she was under a spell. Like the way she moved wasn't her own will. There was something too enchanting about this one.
Number five was becoming by far one of my favourite slaves.
I looked at her instensly, swallowing visibly as i bit my bottom lip. I was filled with such a feral need that pulling my eyes away from her was impossible. What was I to do? How am I to control myself? She is breathtaking. I have had slaves before. Some are even more beautiful than she is. Yet, something about her draws me in like a fish in a hook. How can I control myself when this woman stands in front of me. When she is filled with so much innocence and fragility.
I watched as she pulled the strands of her dress and it came undone.
Sudenly, it was just free around her body as it fell. Her eyes caught mine that instance, and the fear behind them edged my member. I wanted her. I wanted to have her. To claim her. To burry myself inside her folds and thrust my seed into her.
She was scared and nervous. Yet that didn't matter. She just had to obey, and she did. Her fingers crossed over her shoulders as she pulled the dress apart from my collarbone and let it slide on the floor. She remained wearing nothing but panties and a small shirt underneath. I took a deep breath before leaning against a table and letting my eyes glaze over her body. She brought her hands over her chest and instinctively covered herself up, causing my dick to strain further against the fabric of my pants.
" Get on your knees.'' She looked up at me with shiny eyes and I didn't dare repeat myself. She got on her knees immediately.
" Look at me.'' I said as I slowly walked towards her. I fought within myself. I clench and unclench my fist. She kept my eyes trained on the carpet, not daring to look at me. The action irritated me. I hated having to repeat myself.
When I stood before her, I brought my fingers over her chin and forced her to look up. Her eyes grew wide as they met mine.
" I want you to do something for me first.'' My tone was back to commanding. " I want you to connect with your wolf.''
She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to comprehend what I was telling her.
" Close your eyes.'' I say, and she obeys, making me happy. " follow my voice. Think about your dreams. About the last time you had an uncontrollable desire to just run. to escape. to scream at the top of your lungs and to let your beastly nature take over. think about that. let that feeling relish inside you. let it control you. do not be afraid of it. Do not be afraid of your wolf. instead welcome her."
I watched her hesitance. I felt her rebellion. She hardly let herself go.
" Come on little one, connect to her. instead of pushing her out let her in. don't be afraid. you have grown weak from living among humans. and you have become accustomed to living like them. seeing yourself as one of them. welcoming the weakness that comes with being an inferior species. but you are not. you are a werewolf.''
"I can't.'' she let out as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She could not connect to her wolf and that was the ugly Truth. A short silence rested in the air. My lycan wolf wanted to take over. To teach her in a much more brutal manner. My wolf had the ability to force a shift from anyone. But i did not want this to be how she would experience her first transformation.
Jessica's POV
I waited for the worst. Could he hit me? Kill me? Thoughts ran wild in my mind as I waited. Silently.
"Get out!''
That command was clear. and it felt like the slight freedom I had been waiting for. I got up from the floor immediately, not even bothered to look back at him. I picked up my dress before opening the door and bolting out. across the hallway I bumped into Carlos and almost fell yet this time he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me out with him. Tears cascaded and my cheeks as I cried. and instead of letting me go and pushing me away he held me as I cried. It felt strange. The comfort and warmth of his body felt strange against mind. Carlos has hated me since I got here.
"Easy there.'' He let out as I slowly pulled myself away from him and wiped my tears. I'd ripped my dress close to me trying to cover myself.
"Get dressed.'' he said as he walked past me acting like nothing had happened. I wasted no time in pulling the dress over my head and putting it on. I passed and the strings across both my sides before making sure that it was all okay. Carlos came back a few moments later and he led me down the stairs. no words were exchanged between us. I felt guilty. I felt sad, worthless and alone. While being chased out of the king's room was a relief, I don't know why it felt like such a disappointment. All I wanted to do was prove myself to him.
Why did I want that?