The Alpha's King Property
Chapter 4
******Pleasing My Master******
Olivia's POV
"Did I just hear him right?" I wondered nervously. "Was he really telling me to take off my panties?" I tried to reassure myself, "Maybe I misheard him. Maybe he was talking to someone else, and my mind is just playing tricks on me."
But before I could convince myself of that, my master's cold voice cut in, "The last time I checked, blonde, you aren't deaf."
His tone sent a chill down my spine, and I stuttered, "Emm... emm... emm..."
I felt my discomfort growing, and my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
"Do you mean I should take off my panties?" I asked, seeking confirmation, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't repeat myself," he replied sternly. "Take them off and let's get down to business."
I hesitated, my hands trembling as I reached for the hem of my skirt. "I-I can't let you mistreat me, Master," I stammered, trying to sound brave despite my fear.
"I might be your Slave but that doesn't mean I would let you mistreat me."
"I can't allow you take away my dignity just like that."
""You have no dignity or self-esteem," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You lost them when your parents sold you to me. You're nothing but a slave now, a plaything for my pleasure."
His harsh words struck a nerve, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I fumbled with my shirt lace, my eyes welling up with tears.
"Remove your clothes," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. But I refused to obey, my hands trembling as I bowed my head in defiance. I couldn't bring myself to surrender to his demand, no matter how much I feared him.
"I can't take it off," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I won't stoop that low."
He sneered at me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're just a Slave., a mere slave that serve as pleasure. What dignity do you have left? I'm your master, and I know what's best for you."
He shifted a bit to where I was, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Let me give you some advice, Olivia. Forget about dignity. Forget about self-respect. You're nothing but a tool for me to use as I see fit. And if you want to survive, you'll do as I say."
"My previous Sex Slaves who dared to maintain their dignity suffered a brutal fate at the hands of my guards," he sneered, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "They didn't survive to tell the tale. You have two options: dance to my tune or pay the price with something precious; And we both know the only precious thing you have right now is your life. "
I shuddered, realizing he had read my thoughts. "Perhaps I thought aloud," I reasoned, vowing to keep my thoughts hidden. "I won't risk my life, but I also refuse to be a Sex Slave to a monster forever."
My mind raced with the dire situation. "If I enter that house, I'll be trapped until he tires of me and disposes of me. I need a plan, a way to outsmart him and escape. I can't let this monster dictate my fate."
"A sly smile crept onto my face as I thought, 'Poisoning him might be the way out.' I didn't care if it made me the devil; my sole focus was freedom from this monstrous master. A voice within me questioned, 'How can you judge him without knowing him?' But I retorted, 'All masters who enslave and exploit are devils in my eyes.'
"He seemed to sense my thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he warned, 'Let go of any notions of getting rid of me, or you and your parents will suffer the consequences. The last slave who tried to cross me met a gruesome end, drowned to death.' His tone was menacing, yet he claimed, 'I'm not myself today; otherwise, you'd be dead already. Thank the moon goddesses I'm in a good mood, blonde one.'
"Now, take off your panties, I'm hungry," he ordered, his voice firm. I didn't hesitate, removing my panties and handing it to him. "Give me the panties," he demanded, and I quickly stretched out my hand, surrendering it to him. He took it from my hands and threw it out the window.
"I want my slaves to be without panties, I want them unclad !!!, he stated, his gaze intense. "I want to see every bit of you. Don't ever wear panties when you're with me, or you'll lose one of your hands." He declared, his brow arching for emphasis.
I nodded, my head bowed in fear. "Am I understood?" He questioned, his tone firm. "Yes, master," I replied, my voice barely audible. He turned his attention to his phone, and I quickly closed my legs , feeling exposed and uncomfortable without my panties.