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At first, all seemed well, the Pharaoh’s reactions that of any normal man who’s just had a woman take him in her mouth. Neithotep felt herself relax just a fraction, setting to her task with a little more enthusiasm. This was something she knew she did well, a subtle art, but one she’d always performed masterfully. Long nails curled in his hip, her tongue trailing along his cock with a groan that vibrated up the length of it. Slowly, she eased her head down, sucking as she went, before coming back up and starting the journey again. Each repetition got a little faster, a little deeper, and she was sure she had him. His fingers twining in her hair, she was steadily growing a little more confident that she might placate him, after all.
That illusion didn’t last long.
As soon as he started pushing her head down even further, Nia’s eyes widened in a panic, the shrillness of her squeal muffled by his length abruptly shoving down her throat. Gagging violently, the look she gave him was one of pure horrified helplessness, her body shaking wildly with each ruthless thrust. Tears gathered in her eyes as she struggled feebly under his onslaught, drawing in desperate breaths through her nose that he might not suffocate her.
I should have refused his summons, she thought in a pain-filled haze, the tears overflowing and running carelessly down her cheeks. No mind that she had little choice, and even if she did, how could she have foreseen this? I should have jumped in the Nile and swam as far as I could.
Though such an action would have been more than foolhardy, it seemed preferable to what he was doing to her now--Nia going from cautiously aroused to catastrophically terrified in the space of mere moments. She’d had her fair share of rough sex, but this… this was something else entirely. Never before had she felt so violated, so… dehumanized. More than anything, she wished he’d be done with her quickly so that she could run home and lick her metaphorical wounds in solitude.
Her gaze pleaded with him for mercy, the fingers in his hip reflexively digging in. She even tried to push back, but was easily overpowered, instead ceasing her struggle and going limp in his grasp so he might not damage her even further. Surely, with this pace, he won’t last long. If I can just hold on for a few more minutes…
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At first, all seemed well, the Pharaoh’s reactions that of any normal man who’s just had a woman take him in her mouth. Neithotep felt herself relax just a fraction, setting to her task with a little more enthusiasm. This was something she knew she did well, a subtle art, but one she’d always performed masterfully. Long nails curled in his hip, her tongue trailing along his cock with a groan that vibrated up the length of it. Slowly, she eased her head down, sucking as she went, before coming back up and starting the journey again. Each repetition got a little faster, a little deeper, and she was sure she had him. His fingers twining in her hair, she was steadily growing a little more confident that she might placate him, after all.
That illusion didn’t last long.
As soon as he started pushing her head down even further, Nia’s eyes widened in a panic, the shrillness of her squeal muffled by his length abruptly shoving down her throat. Gagging violently, the look she gave him was one of pure horrified helplessness, her body shaking wildly with each ruthless thrust. Tears gathered in her eyes as she struggled feebly under his onslaught, drawing in desperate breaths through her nose that he might not suffocate her.
I should have refused his summons, she thought in a pain-filled haze, the tears overflowing and running carelessly down her cheeks. No mind that she had little choice, and even if she did, how could she have foreseen this? I should have jumped in the Nile and swam as far as I could.
Though such an action would have been more than foolhardy, it seemed preferable to what he was doing to her now--Nia going from cautiously aroused to catastrophically terrified in the space of mere moments. She’d had her fair share of rough sex, but this… this was something else entirely. Never before had she felt so violated, so… dehumanized. More than anything, she wished he’d be done with her quickly so that she could run home and lick her metaphorical wounds in solitude.
Her gaze pleaded with him for mercy, the fingers in his hip reflexively digging in. She even tried to push back, but was easily overpowered, instead ceasing her struggle and going limp in his grasp so he might not damage her even further. Surely, with this pace, he won’t last long. If I can just hold on for a few more minutes…
At first, all seemed well, the Pharaoh’s reactions that of any normal man who’s just had a woman take him in her mouth. Neithotep felt herself relax just a fraction, setting to her task with a little more enthusiasm. This was something she knew she did well, a subtle art, but one she’d always performed masterfully. Long nails curled in his hip, her tongue trailing along his cock with a groan that vibrated up the length of it. Slowly, she eased her head down, sucking as she went, before coming back up and starting the journey again. Each repetition got a little faster, a little deeper, and she was sure she had him. His fingers twining in her hair, she was steadily growing a little more confident that she might placate him, after all.
That illusion didn’t last long.
As soon as he started pushing her head down even further, Nia’s eyes widened in a panic, the shrillness of her squeal muffled by his length abruptly shoving down her throat. Gagging violently, the look she gave him was one of pure horrified helplessness, her body shaking wildly with each ruthless thrust. Tears gathered in her eyes as she struggled feebly under his onslaught, drawing in desperate breaths through her nose that he might not suffocate her.
I should have refused his summons, she thought in a pain-filled haze, the tears overflowing and running carelessly down her cheeks. No mind that she had little choice, and even if she did, how could she have foreseen this? I should have jumped in the Nile and swam as far as I could.
Though such an action would have been more than foolhardy, it seemed preferable to what he was doing to her now--Nia going from cautiously aroused to catastrophically terrified in the space of mere moments. She’d had her fair share of rough sex, but this… this was something else entirely. Never before had she felt so violated, so… dehumanized. More than anything, she wished he’d be done with her quickly so that she could run home and lick her metaphorical wounds in solitude.
Her gaze pleaded with him for mercy, the fingers in his hip reflexively digging in. She even tried to push back, but was easily overpowered, instead ceasing her struggle and going limp in his grasp so he might not damage her even further. Surely, with this pace, he won’t last long. If I can just hold on for a few more minutes…
There was something utterly delicious about suffocating a scream from a woman. The poor folk choking on his cock thought she might placate him as one would a lesser man. He was the Morning and Evening Star, the Pharaoh, a God-King on earth — he demanded much more than the average man. A pleasured growl ripped through his throat as he felt her gag around him. He thrust his hips forward to force himself entirely into her mouth, holding her at the base of his cock for three seconds before he pulled her head back.
He didn’t care that she would struggle to take even the smallest breath of air. In this moment she existed only for his pleasure. The saliva around his shaft and the noises for her resistance belonged to him. Her mind, body, and soul were his now and forever. She could not escape him.
Hissing as she dug her nails into his hip, Iahotep put more force into his thrusts. How dare she try to defy him in such a way? Her pain and pleasure were his to command. She would not stop him before he was ready. Surely, she knew this, for she went limp and allowed him full control. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure building within him. Faster and faster, he pumped his head until he felt he might release all he had. Of course, he was not content with ends the evening there. Violently, he yanked her head back, pulling her off his cock. He threw his head back, panting as he allowed her a moment to breathe.
“You have done well.” he murmured.
Leaning forward, he bent over and reached out to cup her face, Pulling her to stand on her knees and into a kiss. A reward despite her transgression against him. He would be merciful for now. His tongue eased its way into her mouth, tasting all that had been there before. Only when he needed air did he break the kiss.
Easing her out of the way, he stood and crossed the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “Crawl.” He commanded, pointing to the space between his feet.
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There was something utterly delicious about suffocating a scream from a woman. The poor folk choking on his cock thought she might placate him as one would a lesser man. He was the Morning and Evening Star, the Pharaoh, a God-King on earth — he demanded much more than the average man. A pleasured growl ripped through his throat as he felt her gag around him. He thrust his hips forward to force himself entirely into her mouth, holding her at the base of his cock for three seconds before he pulled her head back.
He didn’t care that she would struggle to take even the smallest breath of air. In this moment she existed only for his pleasure. The saliva around his shaft and the noises for her resistance belonged to him. Her mind, body, and soul were his now and forever. She could not escape him.
Hissing as she dug her nails into his hip, Iahotep put more force into his thrusts. How dare she try to defy him in such a way? Her pain and pleasure were his to command. She would not stop him before he was ready. Surely, she knew this, for she went limp and allowed him full control. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure building within him. Faster and faster, he pumped his head until he felt he might release all he had. Of course, he was not content with ends the evening there. Violently, he yanked her head back, pulling her off his cock. He threw his head back, panting as he allowed her a moment to breathe.
“You have done well.” he murmured.
Leaning forward, he bent over and reached out to cup her face, Pulling her to stand on her knees and into a kiss. A reward despite her transgression against him. He would be merciful for now. His tongue eased its way into her mouth, tasting all that had been there before. Only when he needed air did he break the kiss.
Easing her out of the way, he stood and crossed the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “Crawl.” He commanded, pointing to the space between his feet.
There was something utterly delicious about suffocating a scream from a woman. The poor folk choking on his cock thought she might placate him as one would a lesser man. He was the Morning and Evening Star, the Pharaoh, a God-King on earth — he demanded much more than the average man. A pleasured growl ripped through his throat as he felt her gag around him. He thrust his hips forward to force himself entirely into her mouth, holding her at the base of his cock for three seconds before he pulled her head back.
He didn’t care that she would struggle to take even the smallest breath of air. In this moment she existed only for his pleasure. The saliva around his shaft and the noises for her resistance belonged to him. Her mind, body, and soul were his now and forever. She could not escape him.
Hissing as she dug her nails into his hip, Iahotep put more force into his thrusts. How dare she try to defy him in such a way? Her pain and pleasure were his to command. She would not stop him before he was ready. Surely, she knew this, for she went limp and allowed him full control. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure building within him. Faster and faster, he pumped his head until he felt he might release all he had. Of course, he was not content with ends the evening there. Violently, he yanked her head back, pulling her off his cock. He threw his head back, panting as he allowed her a moment to breathe.
“You have done well.” he murmured.
Leaning forward, he bent over and reached out to cup her face, Pulling her to stand on her knees and into a kiss. A reward despite her transgression against him. He would be merciful for now. His tongue eased its way into her mouth, tasting all that had been there before. Only when he needed air did he break the kiss.
Easing her out of the way, he stood and crossed the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “Crawl.” He commanded, pointing to the space between his feet.
It felt like an eternity before Iahotep finally pulled her head back, the girl coughing violently before drawing in several ragged gasps of air. Nia’s heart seemed like to pound out of her chest, trembling in the Pharaoh’s iron grasp. His breathing was nearly as rough as hers, his hand in her hair the only thing preventing her from falling into a heap at his feet. Did she dare to hope that he was finished with her? Could this be the end of it?
Pulled up into a demanding kiss, that question was soon answered for her, her lips parting before the insistence of his tongue. Of course that wasn’t the end, how could it be? The way he’d been looking at her all night had promised all manner of ‘delights,’ and he seemed all too happy to make good on those unspoken promises. Dark eyes flickered shut to avoid looking at the smug triumph on his face, the domineering cast of his battle-hardened features. He knew he’d already won. As if there was any other option.
That greedy kiss made her stomach turn, but at least it was better than what preceded it. It was surprisingly gentle, considering the rest of the evening, but she didn’t trust any sort of tenderness with what she’d seen. With what he’d done. Was that his aim? To keep her off-balance? If so, he was certainly successful, Nia watching him move back across the room with no small amount of trepidation. What was next? How much more could he really expect from her?
Nia froze when he stopped on the bed, her gaze briefly cutting toward the large cat that languished nearby. His one word command had her closing her eyes once more, swallowing hard as she tipped forward onto her hands. Again?
Just keep it together, Nia. It can’t last forever. Give him what he wants, and the sooner, the better.
Biting her lip and looking down, she took a deep breath to steady herself, then started forward. It felt like a mile lay between her and her destination, keenly aware of the way his eyes roamed over her, the pompous self-satisfaction of his victory filling the stuffy air of the room. She refused to meet his gaze as she crawled in his direction, keeping her focus on remaining upright instead of a shaking mess on the floor. Stopping where he indicated, she remained on her knees, sitting on her heels with her hands folded in her lap. Still, she kept her gaze lowered, afraid of what she’d see if she looked up.
Or what he’d see in her.
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It felt like an eternity before Iahotep finally pulled her head back, the girl coughing violently before drawing in several ragged gasps of air. Nia’s heart seemed like to pound out of her chest, trembling in the Pharaoh’s iron grasp. His breathing was nearly as rough as hers, his hand in her hair the only thing preventing her from falling into a heap at his feet. Did she dare to hope that he was finished with her? Could this be the end of it?
Pulled up into a demanding kiss, that question was soon answered for her, her lips parting before the insistence of his tongue. Of course that wasn’t the end, how could it be? The way he’d been looking at her all night had promised all manner of ‘delights,’ and he seemed all too happy to make good on those unspoken promises. Dark eyes flickered shut to avoid looking at the smug triumph on his face, the domineering cast of his battle-hardened features. He knew he’d already won. As if there was any other option.
That greedy kiss made her stomach turn, but at least it was better than what preceded it. It was surprisingly gentle, considering the rest of the evening, but she didn’t trust any sort of tenderness with what she’d seen. With what he’d done. Was that his aim? To keep her off-balance? If so, he was certainly successful, Nia watching him move back across the room with no small amount of trepidation. What was next? How much more could he really expect from her?
Nia froze when he stopped on the bed, her gaze briefly cutting toward the large cat that languished nearby. His one word command had her closing her eyes once more, swallowing hard as she tipped forward onto her hands. Again?
Just keep it together, Nia. It can’t last forever. Give him what he wants, and the sooner, the better.
Biting her lip and looking down, she took a deep breath to steady herself, then started forward. It felt like a mile lay between her and her destination, keenly aware of the way his eyes roamed over her, the pompous self-satisfaction of his victory filling the stuffy air of the room. She refused to meet his gaze as she crawled in his direction, keeping her focus on remaining upright instead of a shaking mess on the floor. Stopping where he indicated, she remained on her knees, sitting on her heels with her hands folded in her lap. Still, she kept her gaze lowered, afraid of what she’d see if she looked up.
Or what he’d see in her.
It felt like an eternity before Iahotep finally pulled her head back, the girl coughing violently before drawing in several ragged gasps of air. Nia’s heart seemed like to pound out of her chest, trembling in the Pharaoh’s iron grasp. His breathing was nearly as rough as hers, his hand in her hair the only thing preventing her from falling into a heap at his feet. Did she dare to hope that he was finished with her? Could this be the end of it?
Pulled up into a demanding kiss, that question was soon answered for her, her lips parting before the insistence of his tongue. Of course that wasn’t the end, how could it be? The way he’d been looking at her all night had promised all manner of ‘delights,’ and he seemed all too happy to make good on those unspoken promises. Dark eyes flickered shut to avoid looking at the smug triumph on his face, the domineering cast of his battle-hardened features. He knew he’d already won. As if there was any other option.
That greedy kiss made her stomach turn, but at least it was better than what preceded it. It was surprisingly gentle, considering the rest of the evening, but she didn’t trust any sort of tenderness with what she’d seen. With what he’d done. Was that his aim? To keep her off-balance? If so, he was certainly successful, Nia watching him move back across the room with no small amount of trepidation. What was next? How much more could he really expect from her?
Nia froze when he stopped on the bed, her gaze briefly cutting toward the large cat that languished nearby. His one word command had her closing her eyes once more, swallowing hard as she tipped forward onto her hands. Again?
Just keep it together, Nia. It can’t last forever. Give him what he wants, and the sooner, the better.
Biting her lip and looking down, she took a deep breath to steady herself, then started forward. It felt like a mile lay between her and her destination, keenly aware of the way his eyes roamed over her, the pompous self-satisfaction of his victory filling the stuffy air of the room. She refused to meet his gaze as she crawled in his direction, keeping her focus on remaining upright instead of a shaking mess on the floor. Stopping where he indicated, she remained on her knees, sitting on her heels with her hands folded in her lap. Still, she kept her gaze lowered, afraid of what she’d see if she looked up.
Or what he’d see in her.
He was not an easy man to please, and though Neithotep had done her best to bend to his whims, the desire for more drove him on. Simply choking her on his cock was not enough, however enjoyable it had been. He would not be satisfied until her will was completely broken and she relished in his touch. As he decided from the first time he saw her in court, Neithotep was his property now, mind, body, and soul. Her fate was sealed the moment their eyes made contact with one another. There was no escape for her now.
He waited expectantly for her to come and when she did, his hand reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Look at me,” the desire for her body burned bright within his merciless gaze. He released her for a moment, only for his outstretched palm to deal a harsh blow across her cheek. “You will never resist me again, do you understand?” His eyes bore down at her, waiting to hear her concede to his wishes. He had not forgotten how she dared to dig her nails into his flesh in efforts to defy him and neither would she if he had anything to say about it.
Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized her for a moment. “You, my dear, have much left to learn before you can properly satisfy me.” He gently caressed the cheek which he had previously struck, all malice and anger gone from his eyes. “But fear not, your training will soon begin.”
His withdrew his touch, leaving the sting of the blow to remain. Let that be a reminder of the price of defiance, for he would have been more brutal, were it not for her good behavior.
It was time to test her limits. “Bow before you Pharaoh and Master,” he ordered, “tell him want you are willing to do to sate his desire for you.” She would comply, of course, until she wished for more than a mere slap to the face.
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He was not an easy man to please, and though Neithotep had done her best to bend to his whims, the desire for more drove him on. Simply choking her on his cock was not enough, however enjoyable it had been. He would not be satisfied until her will was completely broken and she relished in his touch. As he decided from the first time he saw her in court, Neithotep was his property now, mind, body, and soul. Her fate was sealed the moment their eyes made contact with one another. There was no escape for her now.
He waited expectantly for her to come and when she did, his hand reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Look at me,” the desire for her body burned bright within his merciless gaze. He released her for a moment, only for his outstretched palm to deal a harsh blow across her cheek. “You will never resist me again, do you understand?” His eyes bore down at her, waiting to hear her concede to his wishes. He had not forgotten how she dared to dig her nails into his flesh in efforts to defy him and neither would she if he had anything to say about it.
Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized her for a moment. “You, my dear, have much left to learn before you can properly satisfy me.” He gently caressed the cheek which he had previously struck, all malice and anger gone from his eyes. “But fear not, your training will soon begin.”
His withdrew his touch, leaving the sting of the blow to remain. Let that be a reminder of the price of defiance, for he would have been more brutal, were it not for her good behavior.
It was time to test her limits. “Bow before you Pharaoh and Master,” he ordered, “tell him want you are willing to do to sate his desire for you.” She would comply, of course, until she wished for more than a mere slap to the face.
He was not an easy man to please, and though Neithotep had done her best to bend to his whims, the desire for more drove him on. Simply choking her on his cock was not enough, however enjoyable it had been. He would not be satisfied until her will was completely broken and she relished in his touch. As he decided from the first time he saw her in court, Neithotep was his property now, mind, body, and soul. Her fate was sealed the moment their eyes made contact with one another. There was no escape for her now.
He waited expectantly for her to come and when she did, his hand reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Look at me,” the desire for her body burned bright within his merciless gaze. He released her for a moment, only for his outstretched palm to deal a harsh blow across her cheek. “You will never resist me again, do you understand?” His eyes bore down at her, waiting to hear her concede to his wishes. He had not forgotten how she dared to dig her nails into his flesh in efforts to defy him and neither would she if he had anything to say about it.
Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized her for a moment. “You, my dear, have much left to learn before you can properly satisfy me.” He gently caressed the cheek which he had previously struck, all malice and anger gone from his eyes. “But fear not, your training will soon begin.”
His withdrew his touch, leaving the sting of the blow to remain. Let that be a reminder of the price of defiance, for he would have been more brutal, were it not for her good behavior.
It was time to test her limits. “Bow before you Pharaoh and Master,” he ordered, “tell him want you are willing to do to sate his desire for you.” She would comply, of course, until she wished for more than a mere slap to the face.
Nia looked up when he grabbed her chin, but as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. The echo of his slap filled the room, quickly followed by a sharp gasp of her own. Tears filled her dark eyes again, reaching up to her stinging cheek with a trembling hand. How could he have slapped her? No one had ever dared to do such a thing before, not even her own parents. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to rage and shout, but she simply couldn’t--too shocked to do anything more than simply stare at him in bewildered silence. She had never felt so alone, so frightened and helpless. How much more of this was still to come? And was there anything she could do to stop it?
“I… I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, her voice cracking as her hand fell back to her lap. “I… I didn’t mean…” She fell back into silence, dropping her head to hide the sheen of her eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she ever done to deserve it?
When the Pharaoh’s hand came to brush Neithotep’s cheek again, it was all she could not to flinch away, only keeping herself still with a massive force of effort. The stroke was gentle, unnervingly so, the anger gone from both his voice and his touch. How could he shift so abruptly like that? And… training? What did he mean? Did he think her some sort of dog, a pet to come at his beck and call?
Daring a quick glance back up, her heart sank. Yes. That’s exactly what he thought.
Biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, Nia ever so slowly prostrated herself before him, hating herself for giving in to his demands. But what choice did she have? It was either give in and keep him happy or defy him and… Well, she didn’t want to think about the consequences of that. He’d already made it clear it would not be something she would like. And after that slap and the brutal usage of her mouth that came before it, Nia didn’t care to ponder on the possibilities. She would do as he said, no matter what it cost her. Then, she would simply hope that he tired of her before too long.
“I will do anything, Master,” she whispered in a voice barely audible, breaking on the last word. Clearing her throat, she swallowed hard and paused before she continued, “Please. I will not defy you again.”
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Nia looked up when he grabbed her chin, but as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. The echo of his slap filled the room, quickly followed by a sharp gasp of her own. Tears filled her dark eyes again, reaching up to her stinging cheek with a trembling hand. How could he have slapped her? No one had ever dared to do such a thing before, not even her own parents. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to rage and shout, but she simply couldn’t--too shocked to do anything more than simply stare at him in bewildered silence. She had never felt so alone, so frightened and helpless. How much more of this was still to come? And was there anything she could do to stop it?
“I… I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, her voice cracking as her hand fell back to her lap. “I… I didn’t mean…” She fell back into silence, dropping her head to hide the sheen of her eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she ever done to deserve it?
When the Pharaoh’s hand came to brush Neithotep’s cheek again, it was all she could not to flinch away, only keeping herself still with a massive force of effort. The stroke was gentle, unnervingly so, the anger gone from both his voice and his touch. How could he shift so abruptly like that? And… training? What did he mean? Did he think her some sort of dog, a pet to come at his beck and call?
Daring a quick glance back up, her heart sank. Yes. That’s exactly what he thought.
Biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, Nia ever so slowly prostrated herself before him, hating herself for giving in to his demands. But what choice did she have? It was either give in and keep him happy or defy him and… Well, she didn’t want to think about the consequences of that. He’d already made it clear it would not be something she would like. And after that slap and the brutal usage of her mouth that came before it, Nia didn’t care to ponder on the possibilities. She would do as he said, no matter what it cost her. Then, she would simply hope that he tired of her before too long.
“I will do anything, Master,” she whispered in a voice barely audible, breaking on the last word. Clearing her throat, she swallowed hard and paused before she continued, “Please. I will not defy you again.”
Nia looked up when he grabbed her chin, but as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. The echo of his slap filled the room, quickly followed by a sharp gasp of her own. Tears filled her dark eyes again, reaching up to her stinging cheek with a trembling hand. How could he have slapped her? No one had ever dared to do such a thing before, not even her own parents. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to rage and shout, but she simply couldn’t--too shocked to do anything more than simply stare at him in bewildered silence. She had never felt so alone, so frightened and helpless. How much more of this was still to come? And was there anything she could do to stop it?
“I… I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, her voice cracking as her hand fell back to her lap. “I… I didn’t mean…” She fell back into silence, dropping her head to hide the sheen of her eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she ever done to deserve it?
When the Pharaoh’s hand came to brush Neithotep’s cheek again, it was all she could not to flinch away, only keeping herself still with a massive force of effort. The stroke was gentle, unnervingly so, the anger gone from both his voice and his touch. How could he shift so abruptly like that? And… training? What did he mean? Did he think her some sort of dog, a pet to come at his beck and call?
Daring a quick glance back up, her heart sank. Yes. That’s exactly what he thought.
Biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, Nia ever so slowly prostrated herself before him, hating herself for giving in to his demands. But what choice did she have? It was either give in and keep him happy or defy him and… Well, she didn’t want to think about the consequences of that. He’d already made it clear it would not be something she would like. And after that slap and the brutal usage of her mouth that came before it, Nia didn’t care to ponder on the possibilities. She would do as he said, no matter what it cost her. Then, she would simply hope that he tired of her before too long.
“I will do anything, Master,” she whispered in a voice barely audible, breaking on the last word. Clearing her throat, she swallowed hard and paused before she continued, “Please. I will not defy you again.”
Her bewilderment to the slap she brought upon herself amused him to end. Did she believe she was somehow above discipline because of her noble blood? Or did she simply not expect that he would remember her defiance and deal with it accordingly? She was shocked, horrified even, and he merely smirked at her. Yes, he thought, I may slap you because you are mine. She would come to that understanding soon enough, even if it required he slapped her more often. The sting that lingering his hand was a pleasant reminder of what he had done. There was no doubt in his mind that he would enjoy such disciplines greatly.
Her apology made the smirk on his face grow darker. “I am sure you meant no offense, my dear.” he tutted gently, though the cruel mockery in his tone betrayed his feelings towards her. She silenced herself before he did it for her -- he was in no mood for these false apologies. If she were truly sorry, it would have never happened in the first place. Foolish woman.
He met her eyes with fierce intensity. Let there be no misunderstanding of what he desired from her. He watched her bow before him as he commanded her, satisfied with her obedience. Though his satisfaction faded when he heard her answer. Anything? She had said that before and yet, dared to defy him, lie to him. “You said that you would do anything, my dear, and then you defied me. Do you take me for a fool?” He did not care to hide the edge in his tone.
“No, no, my dear, you will tell me exactly what it is you are willing to do for your master. Anything will not suffice.”
His hand eased down his legs, fingers gently wrapping around his cock as he slowly began to stroke himself. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he spoke to her again. “Tell me.” He hissed, challenging her to be insolent. A slap was only a taste of the wrath he stored for her should she fail him again.
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Her bewilderment to the slap she brought upon herself amused him to end. Did she believe she was somehow above discipline because of her noble blood? Or did she simply not expect that he would remember her defiance and deal with it accordingly? She was shocked, horrified even, and he merely smirked at her. Yes, he thought, I may slap you because you are mine. She would come to that understanding soon enough, even if it required he slapped her more often. The sting that lingering his hand was a pleasant reminder of what he had done. There was no doubt in his mind that he would enjoy such disciplines greatly.
Her apology made the smirk on his face grow darker. “I am sure you meant no offense, my dear.” he tutted gently, though the cruel mockery in his tone betrayed his feelings towards her. She silenced herself before he did it for her -- he was in no mood for these false apologies. If she were truly sorry, it would have never happened in the first place. Foolish woman.
He met her eyes with fierce intensity. Let there be no misunderstanding of what he desired from her. He watched her bow before him as he commanded her, satisfied with her obedience. Though his satisfaction faded when he heard her answer. Anything? She had said that before and yet, dared to defy him, lie to him. “You said that you would do anything, my dear, and then you defied me. Do you take me for a fool?” He did not care to hide the edge in his tone.
“No, no, my dear, you will tell me exactly what it is you are willing to do for your master. Anything will not suffice.”
His hand eased down his legs, fingers gently wrapping around his cock as he slowly began to stroke himself. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he spoke to her again. “Tell me.” He hissed, challenging her to be insolent. A slap was only a taste of the wrath he stored for her should she fail him again.
Her bewilderment to the slap she brought upon herself amused him to end. Did she believe she was somehow above discipline because of her noble blood? Or did she simply not expect that he would remember her defiance and deal with it accordingly? She was shocked, horrified even, and he merely smirked at her. Yes, he thought, I may slap you because you are mine. She would come to that understanding soon enough, even if it required he slapped her more often. The sting that lingering his hand was a pleasant reminder of what he had done. There was no doubt in his mind that he would enjoy such disciplines greatly.
Her apology made the smirk on his face grow darker. “I am sure you meant no offense, my dear.” he tutted gently, though the cruel mockery in his tone betrayed his feelings towards her. She silenced herself before he did it for her -- he was in no mood for these false apologies. If she were truly sorry, it would have never happened in the first place. Foolish woman.
He met her eyes with fierce intensity. Let there be no misunderstanding of what he desired from her. He watched her bow before him as he commanded her, satisfied with her obedience. Though his satisfaction faded when he heard her answer. Anything? She had said that before and yet, dared to defy him, lie to him. “You said that you would do anything, my dear, and then you defied me. Do you take me for a fool?” He did not care to hide the edge in his tone.
“No, no, my dear, you will tell me exactly what it is you are willing to do for your master. Anything will not suffice.”
His hand eased down his legs, fingers gently wrapping around his cock as he slowly began to stroke himself. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he spoke to her again. “Tell me.” He hissed, challenging her to be insolent. A slap was only a taste of the wrath he stored for her should she fail him again.
It was obvious that pleasing the Pharaoh was forever going to be a game with constantly shifting rules, rules which he could change at whim so she could never truly learn. A game with the odds stacked against her at every turn. A game which she was always destined to lose.
Or was she?
Swallowing the sob that threatened to choke her and blinking the tears from her eyes, Neithotep took a deep breath. Maybe she could play the game her own way. After all, Iahotep was a man. A terrifying man with an obsessive need for control, but a man, nonetheless. Nia was a charming woman who’d always had her fair share of admirers. Could she not charm him as she could other men? Perhaps she could just charm him in a different way…
“Please, Master, I don’t know what it is you want from me,” Nia murmured softly as she carefully moved in closer, one of her hands gently sliding over the top of his foot and her lips soon following. “Please, help me understand…” Her mouth slowly moved up the inside of his calf, gentle kisses stopping at his knee. “Please, Master, I… I have never lain with a man like you. A man as powerful as you.” Resting her cheek against his thigh, she gazed up at him in earnest, the liquid depths of her eyes glinting in the soft candlelight that flickered through the room. Her fingertips idly stroked down his leg, continuing on in that same soft voice, “I want to please you, Master. I meant it… anything you say, I will do.” Plush lips dropped another kiss on the side of his knee before she added in an even lower whisper, “I didn’t mean to defy you. I was only frightened… It was a mistake, Master, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She watched his hand sliding up and down the length of his shaft for a long moment, suppressing the shudder that threatened to find its way down her spine. The depravity of a man who could take so much pleasure in a woman’s debasement was hardly something she wanted to contemplate, but here she was, stuck with just such a man, and she was left floundering helplessly through the rough-hewn waters of his nefarious 'game.' All Nia could do was stay afloat and pray she didn’t drown.
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It was obvious that pleasing the Pharaoh was forever going to be a game with constantly shifting rules, rules which he could change at whim so she could never truly learn. A game with the odds stacked against her at every turn. A game which she was always destined to lose.
Or was she?
Swallowing the sob that threatened to choke her and blinking the tears from her eyes, Neithotep took a deep breath. Maybe she could play the game her own way. After all, Iahotep was a man. A terrifying man with an obsessive need for control, but a man, nonetheless. Nia was a charming woman who’d always had her fair share of admirers. Could she not charm him as she could other men? Perhaps she could just charm him in a different way…
“Please, Master, I don’t know what it is you want from me,” Nia murmured softly as she carefully moved in closer, one of her hands gently sliding over the top of his foot and her lips soon following. “Please, help me understand…” Her mouth slowly moved up the inside of his calf, gentle kisses stopping at his knee. “Please, Master, I… I have never lain with a man like you. A man as powerful as you.” Resting her cheek against his thigh, she gazed up at him in earnest, the liquid depths of her eyes glinting in the soft candlelight that flickered through the room. Her fingertips idly stroked down his leg, continuing on in that same soft voice, “I want to please you, Master. I meant it… anything you say, I will do.” Plush lips dropped another kiss on the side of his knee before she added in an even lower whisper, “I didn’t mean to defy you. I was only frightened… It was a mistake, Master, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She watched his hand sliding up and down the length of his shaft for a long moment, suppressing the shudder that threatened to find its way down her spine. The depravity of a man who could take so much pleasure in a woman’s debasement was hardly something she wanted to contemplate, but here she was, stuck with just such a man, and she was left floundering helplessly through the rough-hewn waters of his nefarious 'game.' All Nia could do was stay afloat and pray she didn’t drown.
It was obvious that pleasing the Pharaoh was forever going to be a game with constantly shifting rules, rules which he could change at whim so she could never truly learn. A game with the odds stacked against her at every turn. A game which she was always destined to lose.
Or was she?
Swallowing the sob that threatened to choke her and blinking the tears from her eyes, Neithotep took a deep breath. Maybe she could play the game her own way. After all, Iahotep was a man. A terrifying man with an obsessive need for control, but a man, nonetheless. Nia was a charming woman who’d always had her fair share of admirers. Could she not charm him as she could other men? Perhaps she could just charm him in a different way…
“Please, Master, I don’t know what it is you want from me,” Nia murmured softly as she carefully moved in closer, one of her hands gently sliding over the top of his foot and her lips soon following. “Please, help me understand…” Her mouth slowly moved up the inside of his calf, gentle kisses stopping at his knee. “Please, Master, I… I have never lain with a man like you. A man as powerful as you.” Resting her cheek against his thigh, she gazed up at him in earnest, the liquid depths of her eyes glinting in the soft candlelight that flickered through the room. Her fingertips idly stroked down his leg, continuing on in that same soft voice, “I want to please you, Master. I meant it… anything you say, I will do.” Plush lips dropped another kiss on the side of his knee before she added in an even lower whisper, “I didn’t mean to defy you. I was only frightened… It was a mistake, Master, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She watched his hand sliding up and down the length of his shaft for a long moment, suppressing the shudder that threatened to find its way down her spine. The depravity of a man who could take so much pleasure in a woman’s debasement was hardly something she wanted to contemplate, but here she was, stuck with just such a man, and she was left floundering helplessly through the rough-hewn waters of his nefarious 'game.' All Nia could do was stay afloat and pray she didn’t drown.
It had not taken long for him to work himself back up again with a few strokes of his hand. What was expected from her was simple. He wished to hear what she was willing to do, in detail, but what he got was something far more intriguing. Her voice softed to a sweet murmur and her lips placed gentle kisses along his leg as she begged for him to elucidate the way to his satisfaction. She was willing to grovel so that his hand may never strike her again? Very well, let her grovel on.
Her words were sweeter than honey to his ears. No, she had never lain with a pharaoh as brutal and as powerful as he. Of course she would not know the way to quench his desires. The dark glint of fury and lust danced within his eyes as she laid her head on his thigh intensified with her words. He released the hold on himself to reach for her instead. His hand found itself loosely entangled in her hair, caressing her scalp gently. “Is that so, my dear?” He asked her softly without a hint of the rage that tickled him. “Yes, you made a grave error, but it will no longer happen, isn’t that right?” He was no longer looking at her.
Iahotep’s hand moved from her hair to her cheek, stroke her soft skin as though she were but a babe in his arms. She had displeased him, yes, but he would be forgiving this time. She had been disciplined, and after all, what slave did not need training? “If you wish to please your master, rise to your feet and lay on his bed,” He uttered softly. “You may be sorry, but forgiveness must be earned -- It’s time to earn it.”
Releasing her to do as he bid, Iahotep spoke four words. “Do not test me.”
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It had not taken long for him to work himself back up again with a few strokes of his hand. What was expected from her was simple. He wished to hear what she was willing to do, in detail, but what he got was something far more intriguing. Her voice softed to a sweet murmur and her lips placed gentle kisses along his leg as she begged for him to elucidate the way to his satisfaction. She was willing to grovel so that his hand may never strike her again? Very well, let her grovel on.
Her words were sweeter than honey to his ears. No, she had never lain with a pharaoh as brutal and as powerful as he. Of course she would not know the way to quench his desires. The dark glint of fury and lust danced within his eyes as she laid her head on his thigh intensified with her words. He released the hold on himself to reach for her instead. His hand found itself loosely entangled in her hair, caressing her scalp gently. “Is that so, my dear?” He asked her softly without a hint of the rage that tickled him. “Yes, you made a grave error, but it will no longer happen, isn’t that right?” He was no longer looking at her.
Iahotep’s hand moved from her hair to her cheek, stroke her soft skin as though she were but a babe in his arms. She had displeased him, yes, but he would be forgiving this time. She had been disciplined, and after all, what slave did not need training? “If you wish to please your master, rise to your feet and lay on his bed,” He uttered softly. “You may be sorry, but forgiveness must be earned -- It’s time to earn it.”
Releasing her to do as he bid, Iahotep spoke four words. “Do not test me.”
It had not taken long for him to work himself back up again with a few strokes of his hand. What was expected from her was simple. He wished to hear what she was willing to do, in detail, but what he got was something far more intriguing. Her voice softed to a sweet murmur and her lips placed gentle kisses along his leg as she begged for him to elucidate the way to his satisfaction. She was willing to grovel so that his hand may never strike her again? Very well, let her grovel on.
Her words were sweeter than honey to his ears. No, she had never lain with a pharaoh as brutal and as powerful as he. Of course she would not know the way to quench his desires. The dark glint of fury and lust danced within his eyes as she laid her head on his thigh intensified with her words. He released the hold on himself to reach for her instead. His hand found itself loosely entangled in her hair, caressing her scalp gently. “Is that so, my dear?” He asked her softly without a hint of the rage that tickled him. “Yes, you made a grave error, but it will no longer happen, isn’t that right?” He was no longer looking at her.
Iahotep’s hand moved from her hair to her cheek, stroke her soft skin as though she were but a babe in his arms. She had displeased him, yes, but he would be forgiving this time. She had been disciplined, and after all, what slave did not need training? “If you wish to please your master, rise to your feet and lay on his bed,” He uttered softly. “You may be sorry, but forgiveness must be earned -- It’s time to earn it.”
Releasing her to do as he bid, Iahotep spoke four words. “Do not test me.”
She nearly sagged in relief when her own contribution to their game actually seemed to succeed, closing her eyes as the Pharaoh’s hand ran through her hair. What man wouldn’t accept a stroke to his pride or a nod to his power? She neatly tucked that information in the back of her head to keep for later, thankfully reassured that he wasn’t quite as infallible as he seemed. “Thank you, Master,” Nia whispered. “Thank you for your mercy. It won’t happen again.”
The young woman kept herself still as his fingers moved to caress her cheek, opening her eyes again when he spoke. Her heart seemed to freeze at his next command, swallowing nervously as she glanced at the bed behind him. Of course, she couldn’t refuse, especially after that little display, but the last thing she wanted to do was lay there while he did… whatever it was he was planning to do. But, at least, it appeared his mood had shifted. Perhaps she needn’t be so worried, after all.
When Iahotep released her, Nia rose shakily to her feet before offering a tentative smile and nodding in acquiescence. “I will earn it, I swear,” she murmured, dropping her gaze back to the ground and keeping her focus on placing one foot in front of the other as she rounded the side of the bed. Pausing and taking a deep breath, she offered a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening and climbed up to accept her fate… whatever it might be.
Pulse throbbing feverishly, Nia laid back against the fur that draped the bed, the fingers of one hand nervously sifting through the coarse pelt beneath her. Soft hair was spread behind her in a halo, dark locks draping over the pillows like mahogany silk. Long lashes tickled her cheeks as she gazed toward him, watching him stand and approach with a quickening of her breath. Did he mean to finally take her, to spread her open and plunge within her depths as his salacious gaze had been promising all night? Or perhaps it was something worse, some other punishment he’d devised after purposely leading her into a false sense of security. Either way, it nearly made her sick with apprehension, though she was careful not to show it.
“I will not test you, Master,” she assured the Pharaoh in an even tone, rolling to her side to get a better view as he advanced on her. She let her gaze wander down his body in what she hoped came off as a show of appreciation, a small smirk curling her lips. Let him think she was starting to enjoy herself. Let him think she wouldn’t bolt if she could.
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She nearly sagged in relief when her own contribution to their game actually seemed to succeed, closing her eyes as the Pharaoh’s hand ran through her hair. What man wouldn’t accept a stroke to his pride or a nod to his power? She neatly tucked that information in the back of her head to keep for later, thankfully reassured that he wasn’t quite as infallible as he seemed. “Thank you, Master,” Nia whispered. “Thank you for your mercy. It won’t happen again.”
The young woman kept herself still as his fingers moved to caress her cheek, opening her eyes again when he spoke. Her heart seemed to freeze at his next command, swallowing nervously as she glanced at the bed behind him. Of course, she couldn’t refuse, especially after that little display, but the last thing she wanted to do was lay there while he did… whatever it was he was planning to do. But, at least, it appeared his mood had shifted. Perhaps she needn’t be so worried, after all.
When Iahotep released her, Nia rose shakily to her feet before offering a tentative smile and nodding in acquiescence. “I will earn it, I swear,” she murmured, dropping her gaze back to the ground and keeping her focus on placing one foot in front of the other as she rounded the side of the bed. Pausing and taking a deep breath, she offered a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening and climbed up to accept her fate… whatever it might be.
Pulse throbbing feverishly, Nia laid back against the fur that draped the bed, the fingers of one hand nervously sifting through the coarse pelt beneath her. Soft hair was spread behind her in a halo, dark locks draping over the pillows like mahogany silk. Long lashes tickled her cheeks as she gazed toward him, watching him stand and approach with a quickening of her breath. Did he mean to finally take her, to spread her open and plunge within her depths as his salacious gaze had been promising all night? Or perhaps it was something worse, some other punishment he’d devised after purposely leading her into a false sense of security. Either way, it nearly made her sick with apprehension, though she was careful not to show it.
“I will not test you, Master,” she assured the Pharaoh in an even tone, rolling to her side to get a better view as he advanced on her. She let her gaze wander down his body in what she hoped came off as a show of appreciation, a small smirk curling her lips. Let him think she was starting to enjoy herself. Let him think she wouldn’t bolt if she could.
She nearly sagged in relief when her own contribution to their game actually seemed to succeed, closing her eyes as the Pharaoh’s hand ran through her hair. What man wouldn’t accept a stroke to his pride or a nod to his power? She neatly tucked that information in the back of her head to keep for later, thankfully reassured that he wasn’t quite as infallible as he seemed. “Thank you, Master,” Nia whispered. “Thank you for your mercy. It won’t happen again.”
The young woman kept herself still as his fingers moved to caress her cheek, opening her eyes again when he spoke. Her heart seemed to freeze at his next command, swallowing nervously as she glanced at the bed behind him. Of course, she couldn’t refuse, especially after that little display, but the last thing she wanted to do was lay there while he did… whatever it was he was planning to do. But, at least, it appeared his mood had shifted. Perhaps she needn’t be so worried, after all.
When Iahotep released her, Nia rose shakily to her feet before offering a tentative smile and nodding in acquiescence. “I will earn it, I swear,” she murmured, dropping her gaze back to the ground and keeping her focus on placing one foot in front of the other as she rounded the side of the bed. Pausing and taking a deep breath, she offered a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening and climbed up to accept her fate… whatever it might be.
Pulse throbbing feverishly, Nia laid back against the fur that draped the bed, the fingers of one hand nervously sifting through the coarse pelt beneath her. Soft hair was spread behind her in a halo, dark locks draping over the pillows like mahogany silk. Long lashes tickled her cheeks as she gazed toward him, watching him stand and approach with a quickening of her breath. Did he mean to finally take her, to spread her open and plunge within her depths as his salacious gaze had been promising all night? Or perhaps it was something worse, some other punishment he’d devised after purposely leading her into a false sense of security. Either way, it nearly made her sick with apprehension, though she was careful not to show it.
“I will not test you, Master,” she assured the Pharaoh in an even tone, rolling to her side to get a better view as he advanced on her. She let her gaze wander down his body in what she hoped came off as a show of appreciation, a small smirk curling her lips. Let him think she was starting to enjoy herself. Let him think she wouldn’t bolt if she could.
He inclined his head to her slightly — accepting her promises without saying a word. Truthfully, they meant nothing. She had promised her obedience before and insolently insulted him by breaking that promise. Nothing she said had any meaning to him unless it was to the tune he wished it to be. She appeared to be grateful for his lenience, as she should be. For her sake, it would behoove her not to grow accustomed to such mercies. He was not a patient man when it came to being tested. She had already learned that lesson. The question now was, had it stuck?
Her smile was met with a lust filled gaze that followed the curves of her naked firm as she made her way onto his bed. He did not follow her at first for the sole purpose of making her wait. He wanted nothing more than to confuse her, make her question what his next move was. When it suited him, he joined her in the bed, soon finding himself kneeling beside her. His hands took her calves and moved them slowly so that he might kneel between her legs. The arousal that stirred in his groin tempted him greatly to bypass what he intended to do in order to finally have her. He had been playing games with her since the moment she arrived in his chambers and they had yet to stop.
Smirking, his hands slid under the bends of her knees and lifted so that her legs were bent in the air and spread apart. “Despite your defiance, I find you have handled the weight of my desire for you in stride…” his head began to lower between her legs. “You should be rewarded for your efforts.”
In one swift motion, his mouth descended. His tongue devoured her, hot, rapid strokes beating against her swollen bud, licking, rubbing, swirling without mercy. He paused to taste her, thrusting his tongue inside of her again and again as his grip on her thighs tightened.
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He inclined his head to her slightly — accepting her promises without saying a word. Truthfully, they meant nothing. She had promised her obedience before and insolently insulted him by breaking that promise. Nothing she said had any meaning to him unless it was to the tune he wished it to be. She appeared to be grateful for his lenience, as she should be. For her sake, it would behoove her not to grow accustomed to such mercies. He was not a patient man when it came to being tested. She had already learned that lesson. The question now was, had it stuck?
Her smile was met with a lust filled gaze that followed the curves of her naked firm as she made her way onto his bed. He did not follow her at first for the sole purpose of making her wait. He wanted nothing more than to confuse her, make her question what his next move was. When it suited him, he joined her in the bed, soon finding himself kneeling beside her. His hands took her calves and moved them slowly so that he might kneel between her legs. The arousal that stirred in his groin tempted him greatly to bypass what he intended to do in order to finally have her. He had been playing games with her since the moment she arrived in his chambers and they had yet to stop.
Smirking, his hands slid under the bends of her knees and lifted so that her legs were bent in the air and spread apart. “Despite your defiance, I find you have handled the weight of my desire for you in stride…” his head began to lower between her legs. “You should be rewarded for your efforts.”
In one swift motion, his mouth descended. His tongue devoured her, hot, rapid strokes beating against her swollen bud, licking, rubbing, swirling without mercy. He paused to taste her, thrusting his tongue inside of her again and again as his grip on her thighs tightened.
He inclined his head to her slightly — accepting her promises without saying a word. Truthfully, they meant nothing. She had promised her obedience before and insolently insulted him by breaking that promise. Nothing she said had any meaning to him unless it was to the tune he wished it to be. She appeared to be grateful for his lenience, as she should be. For her sake, it would behoove her not to grow accustomed to such mercies. He was not a patient man when it came to being tested. She had already learned that lesson. The question now was, had it stuck?
Her smile was met with a lust filled gaze that followed the curves of her naked firm as she made her way onto his bed. He did not follow her at first for the sole purpose of making her wait. He wanted nothing more than to confuse her, make her question what his next move was. When it suited him, he joined her in the bed, soon finding himself kneeling beside her. His hands took her calves and moved them slowly so that he might kneel between her legs. The arousal that stirred in his groin tempted him greatly to bypass what he intended to do in order to finally have her. He had been playing games with her since the moment she arrived in his chambers and they had yet to stop.
Smirking, his hands slid under the bends of her knees and lifted so that her legs were bent in the air and spread apart. “Despite your defiance, I find you have handled the weight of my desire for you in stride…” his head began to lower between her legs. “You should be rewarded for your efforts.”
In one swift motion, his mouth descended. His tongue devoured her, hot, rapid strokes beating against her swollen bud, licking, rubbing, swirling without mercy. He paused to taste her, thrusting his tongue inside of her again and again as his grip on her thighs tightened.
With as hard as her heart was pounding, Nia was sure the Pharaoh would be able to hear it in the deafening silence of her waiting. It seemed like hours before he finally joined her, his desire to keep her unbalanced more than successful. Unbalanced and unsure were mild words compared to what she actually felt, an unsettling disquiet that made her stomach clench and her skin clammy as she pondered what might happen next. She hated how much his little mind games were affecting her, but there was little she could do except endure. It won’t last forever, was the mantra she kept repeating, though it was difficult to take heart from it. Cornered as she was, there was little comfort to be found.
When his hands spread her knees, she fought to keep herself from tensing up, from slamming her legs shut and shoving him away. Only the threat of what he might do to her kept her from lashing out, forcing her muscles to relax and cede to his whims. What came next, however, was certainly not what she was expecting, a ‘reward’ that had her gasping as soon as Iahotep’s mouth found its target.
It didn’t take long for her body to betray her, the little pearl at the apex of her thighs swelling further with each lash of his tongue. Her legs trembled where he held them, her back arching just enough off the bed to make it clear how much he was affecting her. Her fingers flexed and clenched into fists, her legs reflexively tightening around his face as a soft groan forced its way past her lips. The fact that she was actually enjoying his attentions utterly sickened her, but it was clear that the Pharaoh had some practice in this very art. She couldn’t stop her response if she tried.
Her skin dewy with sweat and her center slick with arousal, Nia clutched at the pillow above her head just to give herself an anchor… something, anything to hold onto that wasn’t him. Part of her longed to take her hand and clasp his head between her thighs, to keep him there until stars sparkled behind her eyes and she was thrashing in ecstasy, but the other part of her, the sane part that was repulsed by the sadist tearing away at every boundary she’d ever built, kept her from doing it, kept her from giving in to his machinations more than she had to. She didn’t trust this newfound pleasure, this ‘reward’ he so benevolently bestowed upon her. There was no need for her to encourage it more than she already was.
In spite of her (somewhat) firm resolve, she couldn’t stop the moans that vibrated down the length of her body, nor the twitches and gasps that accompanied them. It was cruel, this bliss, a honeyed blade that would slice her as soon as she sucked away its sweetness. But how to protect herself from it, she had no idea, so instead she succumbed, closing her eyes and tilting back her head as each stroke of his tongue brought her closer and closer to the euphoria she simultaneously dreaded and craved.
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With as hard as her heart was pounding, Nia was sure the Pharaoh would be able to hear it in the deafening silence of her waiting. It seemed like hours before he finally joined her, his desire to keep her unbalanced more than successful. Unbalanced and unsure were mild words compared to what she actually felt, an unsettling disquiet that made her stomach clench and her skin clammy as she pondered what might happen next. She hated how much his little mind games were affecting her, but there was little she could do except endure. It won’t last forever, was the mantra she kept repeating, though it was difficult to take heart from it. Cornered as she was, there was little comfort to be found.
When his hands spread her knees, she fought to keep herself from tensing up, from slamming her legs shut and shoving him away. Only the threat of what he might do to her kept her from lashing out, forcing her muscles to relax and cede to his whims. What came next, however, was certainly not what she was expecting, a ‘reward’ that had her gasping as soon as Iahotep’s mouth found its target.
It didn’t take long for her body to betray her, the little pearl at the apex of her thighs swelling further with each lash of his tongue. Her legs trembled where he held them, her back arching just enough off the bed to make it clear how much he was affecting her. Her fingers flexed and clenched into fists, her legs reflexively tightening around his face as a soft groan forced its way past her lips. The fact that she was actually enjoying his attentions utterly sickened her, but it was clear that the Pharaoh had some practice in this very art. She couldn’t stop her response if she tried.
Her skin dewy with sweat and her center slick with arousal, Nia clutched at the pillow above her head just to give herself an anchor… something, anything to hold onto that wasn’t him. Part of her longed to take her hand and clasp his head between her thighs, to keep him there until stars sparkled behind her eyes and she was thrashing in ecstasy, but the other part of her, the sane part that was repulsed by the sadist tearing away at every boundary she’d ever built, kept her from doing it, kept her from giving in to his machinations more than she had to. She didn’t trust this newfound pleasure, this ‘reward’ he so benevolently bestowed upon her. There was no need for her to encourage it more than she already was.
In spite of her (somewhat) firm resolve, she couldn’t stop the moans that vibrated down the length of her body, nor the twitches and gasps that accompanied them. It was cruel, this bliss, a honeyed blade that would slice her as soon as she sucked away its sweetness. But how to protect herself from it, she had no idea, so instead she succumbed, closing her eyes and tilting back her head as each stroke of his tongue brought her closer and closer to the euphoria she simultaneously dreaded and craved.
With as hard as her heart was pounding, Nia was sure the Pharaoh would be able to hear it in the deafening silence of her waiting. It seemed like hours before he finally joined her, his desire to keep her unbalanced more than successful. Unbalanced and unsure were mild words compared to what she actually felt, an unsettling disquiet that made her stomach clench and her skin clammy as she pondered what might happen next. She hated how much his little mind games were affecting her, but there was little she could do except endure. It won’t last forever, was the mantra she kept repeating, though it was difficult to take heart from it. Cornered as she was, there was little comfort to be found.
When his hands spread her knees, she fought to keep herself from tensing up, from slamming her legs shut and shoving him away. Only the threat of what he might do to her kept her from lashing out, forcing her muscles to relax and cede to his whims. What came next, however, was certainly not what she was expecting, a ‘reward’ that had her gasping as soon as Iahotep’s mouth found its target.
It didn’t take long for her body to betray her, the little pearl at the apex of her thighs swelling further with each lash of his tongue. Her legs trembled where he held them, her back arching just enough off the bed to make it clear how much he was affecting her. Her fingers flexed and clenched into fists, her legs reflexively tightening around his face as a soft groan forced its way past her lips. The fact that she was actually enjoying his attentions utterly sickened her, but it was clear that the Pharaoh had some practice in this very art. She couldn’t stop her response if she tried.
Her skin dewy with sweat and her center slick with arousal, Nia clutched at the pillow above her head just to give herself an anchor… something, anything to hold onto that wasn’t him. Part of her longed to take her hand and clasp his head between her thighs, to keep him there until stars sparkled behind her eyes and she was thrashing in ecstasy, but the other part of her, the sane part that was repulsed by the sadist tearing away at every boundary she’d ever built, kept her from doing it, kept her from giving in to his machinations more than she had to. She didn’t trust this newfound pleasure, this ‘reward’ he so benevolently bestowed upon her. There was no need for her to encourage it more than she already was.
In spite of her (somewhat) firm resolve, she couldn’t stop the moans that vibrated down the length of her body, nor the twitches and gasps that accompanied them. It was cruel, this bliss, a honeyed blade that would slice her as soon as she sucked away its sweetness. But how to protect herself from it, she had no idea, so instead she succumbed, closing her eyes and tilting back her head as each stroke of his tongue brought her closer and closer to the euphoria she simultaneously dreaded and craved.
Control.
It was something he craved more than gold, or jewels, or fancy banquets. Even as a boy, the need to be the sole cause and creator of all around him, drove him onward. And now, as the Pharaoh, a God on earth, he had more power than most would only dream of having. Yet, in this moment, the only power that mattered was what he held over sweet Neithotep. Her legs trembled in his grasp and her moans filled his ears because of a small, sensitive piece of flesh. It amused him to no end how easy it was to get a woman in such a state. They were such simple creatures.
He glanced up at her face as he tongue continued to work her swollen nub, faster and faster and faster. What he saw put a smirk on his face. She was enjoying herself then. Good. She would know the power of the Pharaoh. He slowed his pace suddenly, gently sucking on the small bud to bring her pleasure to a grinding halt. He looked up to her again, waiting to see the slightest hint of frustration. Would she make a sound? Or would she think it better to remain quiet and pray he continued?
Slipping a hand under his chest, his fingers found their way on top of her center. He waiting for only a moment before his fingers began to move in a quick, circular motions. He went faster, and faster, until his fingers were slicked with arousal and then, he went faster still, trying to bring her as close to the edge as possible. When he felt she might peak, with moans and slickness, he stopped entirely and withdrew his hand. The glint in his eyes grew cruel, as though he was prepared to strike her again.
He was in control.
He nudging her legs apart with his hips, leaning over her with a hand on either of her sides. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against her opening, teasing her with what once had been. Only when he could no longer bare his machinations, he did he finally align himself with her and shift his hips forward. A low moan passed through his lips as he sheathed himself completely inside her. Yes. He remained still for many moments, relishing in her tightness before his hips rolled back so that he might take her all over again, and again, and again, faster and faster until he could do little more than grunt as ground his hips against her after every thrust.
It was time to claim his prize.
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Control.
It was something he craved more than gold, or jewels, or fancy banquets. Even as a boy, the need to be the sole cause and creator of all around him, drove him onward. And now, as the Pharaoh, a God on earth, he had more power than most would only dream of having. Yet, in this moment, the only power that mattered was what he held over sweet Neithotep. Her legs trembled in his grasp and her moans filled his ears because of a small, sensitive piece of flesh. It amused him to no end how easy it was to get a woman in such a state. They were such simple creatures.
He glanced up at her face as he tongue continued to work her swollen nub, faster and faster and faster. What he saw put a smirk on his face. She was enjoying herself then. Good. She would know the power of the Pharaoh. He slowed his pace suddenly, gently sucking on the small bud to bring her pleasure to a grinding halt. He looked up to her again, waiting to see the slightest hint of frustration. Would she make a sound? Or would she think it better to remain quiet and pray he continued?
Slipping a hand under his chest, his fingers found their way on top of her center. He waiting for only a moment before his fingers began to move in a quick, circular motions. He went faster, and faster, until his fingers were slicked with arousal and then, he went faster still, trying to bring her as close to the edge as possible. When he felt she might peak, with moans and slickness, he stopped entirely and withdrew his hand. The glint in his eyes grew cruel, as though he was prepared to strike her again.
He was in control.
He nudging her legs apart with his hips, leaning over her with a hand on either of her sides. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against her opening, teasing her with what once had been. Only when he could no longer bare his machinations, he did he finally align himself with her and shift his hips forward. A low moan passed through his lips as he sheathed himself completely inside her. Yes. He remained still for many moments, relishing in her tightness before his hips rolled back so that he might take her all over again, and again, and again, faster and faster until he could do little more than grunt as ground his hips against her after every thrust.
It was time to claim his prize.
Control.
It was something he craved more than gold, or jewels, or fancy banquets. Even as a boy, the need to be the sole cause and creator of all around him, drove him onward. And now, as the Pharaoh, a God on earth, he had more power than most would only dream of having. Yet, in this moment, the only power that mattered was what he held over sweet Neithotep. Her legs trembled in his grasp and her moans filled his ears because of a small, sensitive piece of flesh. It amused him to no end how easy it was to get a woman in such a state. They were such simple creatures.
He glanced up at her face as he tongue continued to work her swollen nub, faster and faster and faster. What he saw put a smirk on his face. She was enjoying herself then. Good. She would know the power of the Pharaoh. He slowed his pace suddenly, gently sucking on the small bud to bring her pleasure to a grinding halt. He looked up to her again, waiting to see the slightest hint of frustration. Would she make a sound? Or would she think it better to remain quiet and pray he continued?
Slipping a hand under his chest, his fingers found their way on top of her center. He waiting for only a moment before his fingers began to move in a quick, circular motions. He went faster, and faster, until his fingers were slicked with arousal and then, he went faster still, trying to bring her as close to the edge as possible. When he felt she might peak, with moans and slickness, he stopped entirely and withdrew his hand. The glint in his eyes grew cruel, as though he was prepared to strike her again.
He was in control.
He nudging her legs apart with his hips, leaning over her with a hand on either of her sides. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against her opening, teasing her with what once had been. Only when he could no longer bare his machinations, he did he finally align himself with her and shift his hips forward. A low moan passed through his lips as he sheathed himself completely inside her. Yes. He remained still for many moments, relishing in her tightness before his hips rolled back so that he might take her all over again, and again, and again, faster and faster until he could do little more than grunt as ground his hips against her after every thrust.
It was time to claim his prize.
Men could still be cruel without violence, and Iahotep was a prime example of that. The way he teased her flesh to the brink of madness nearly made her weep, groaning out in frustration when he denied her again and again. Was it not enough that she had to endure his touch without question? And now she was to be deprived of any satisfaction from it?
Part of Nia wanted to beg and part of her wanted to scream, but she did neither, her body compromising on a drawn out whine. Balling her hands up in the bedclothes, her breath came in heavy gasps, her hopeless frustration palpable. She even tried to push back against his fingers, to feebly take that which he was denying her, but he moved away too quickly. It didn’t seem like the first time he had played this game. And somehow, she doubted it would be her last.
When the Pharaoh at last nudged his way between her legs, Nia froze--blood hot in her veins, but her skin clammy cold. This was the moment she’d been expecting all night, but she still wasn’t prepared for it, especially after his display before. If he would do that to her mouth… what would he do to other parts of her? Or perhaps he’d deemed she’d had enough. Would he instead follow his other strain of cruelty and bring her to the edge but never let her cross?
Maybe neither. Nia swallowed hard. Maybe both.
Her gaze never left Iahotep’s as he teased along her opening, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter till she thought her bones might snap. When he pushed inside her at last, she shuddered with a guttural sigh. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her hands releasing their grip on the bed and shifting to his arms as her eyes rolled back. It was a delicious torment, the way he drove into her, rocking against her faster and faster until she worried she might not be able to keep up. He had more stamina than she expected for a man of his age, her hips rolling with his in a rhythm that she was certain would leave her sore the next morning.
Body bowing into his, Nia was unable to stop the moans that resounded through her chest. She loathed that he was able to make her feel this way; she wanted to shove him off, to rip him free of her body and run from the Palace as far as her legs would carry her. But that part of her was bound and tied, unable to make its voice heard, so she projected a different one instead. One that was mostly false, that gave into his desires simply because she had no choice in it. But that voice frightened her too… for there was more truth to its cries than she’d ever confess. More desire in her writhing than she could dare to admit.
Let him be pleased with me, she thought with a sharp hiss as he pushed deeper still. One hand roamed up his arm and over his shoulder as the other brushed down his side, along his hip and across his back, holding herself steady against him so she could match his pace. I will take the pleasure over the pain.
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Men could still be cruel without violence, and Iahotep was a prime example of that. The way he teased her flesh to the brink of madness nearly made her weep, groaning out in frustration when he denied her again and again. Was it not enough that she had to endure his touch without question? And now she was to be deprived of any satisfaction from it?
Part of Nia wanted to beg and part of her wanted to scream, but she did neither, her body compromising on a drawn out whine. Balling her hands up in the bedclothes, her breath came in heavy gasps, her hopeless frustration palpable. She even tried to push back against his fingers, to feebly take that which he was denying her, but he moved away too quickly. It didn’t seem like the first time he had played this game. And somehow, she doubted it would be her last.
When the Pharaoh at last nudged his way between her legs, Nia froze--blood hot in her veins, but her skin clammy cold. This was the moment she’d been expecting all night, but she still wasn’t prepared for it, especially after his display before. If he would do that to her mouth… what would he do to other parts of her? Or perhaps he’d deemed she’d had enough. Would he instead follow his other strain of cruelty and bring her to the edge but never let her cross?
Maybe neither. Nia swallowed hard. Maybe both.
Her gaze never left Iahotep’s as he teased along her opening, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter till she thought her bones might snap. When he pushed inside her at last, she shuddered with a guttural sigh. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her hands releasing their grip on the bed and shifting to his arms as her eyes rolled back. It was a delicious torment, the way he drove into her, rocking against her faster and faster until she worried she might not be able to keep up. He had more stamina than she expected for a man of his age, her hips rolling with his in a rhythm that she was certain would leave her sore the next morning.
Body bowing into his, Nia was unable to stop the moans that resounded through her chest. She loathed that he was able to make her feel this way; she wanted to shove him off, to rip him free of her body and run from the Palace as far as her legs would carry her. But that part of her was bound and tied, unable to make its voice heard, so she projected a different one instead. One that was mostly false, that gave into his desires simply because she had no choice in it. But that voice frightened her too… for there was more truth to its cries than she’d ever confess. More desire in her writhing than she could dare to admit.
Let him be pleased with me, she thought with a sharp hiss as he pushed deeper still. One hand roamed up his arm and over his shoulder as the other brushed down his side, along his hip and across his back, holding herself steady against him so she could match his pace. I will take the pleasure over the pain.
Men could still be cruel without violence, and Iahotep was a prime example of that. The way he teased her flesh to the brink of madness nearly made her weep, groaning out in frustration when he denied her again and again. Was it not enough that she had to endure his touch without question? And now she was to be deprived of any satisfaction from it?
Part of Nia wanted to beg and part of her wanted to scream, but she did neither, her body compromising on a drawn out whine. Balling her hands up in the bedclothes, her breath came in heavy gasps, her hopeless frustration palpable. She even tried to push back against his fingers, to feebly take that which he was denying her, but he moved away too quickly. It didn’t seem like the first time he had played this game. And somehow, she doubted it would be her last.
When the Pharaoh at last nudged his way between her legs, Nia froze--blood hot in her veins, but her skin clammy cold. This was the moment she’d been expecting all night, but she still wasn’t prepared for it, especially after his display before. If he would do that to her mouth… what would he do to other parts of her? Or perhaps he’d deemed she’d had enough. Would he instead follow his other strain of cruelty and bring her to the edge but never let her cross?
Maybe neither. Nia swallowed hard. Maybe both.
Her gaze never left Iahotep’s as he teased along her opening, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter till she thought her bones might snap. When he pushed inside her at last, she shuddered with a guttural sigh. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her hands releasing their grip on the bed and shifting to his arms as her eyes rolled back. It was a delicious torment, the way he drove into her, rocking against her faster and faster until she worried she might not be able to keep up. He had more stamina than she expected for a man of his age, her hips rolling with his in a rhythm that she was certain would leave her sore the next morning.
Body bowing into his, Nia was unable to stop the moans that resounded through her chest. She loathed that he was able to make her feel this way; she wanted to shove him off, to rip him free of her body and run from the Palace as far as her legs would carry her. But that part of her was bound and tied, unable to make its voice heard, so she projected a different one instead. One that was mostly false, that gave into his desires simply because she had no choice in it. But that voice frightened her too… for there was more truth to its cries than she’d ever confess. More desire in her writhing than she could dare to admit.
Let him be pleased with me, she thought with a sharp hiss as he pushed deeper still. One hand roamed up his arm and over his shoulder as the other brushed down his side, along his hip and across his back, holding herself steady against him so she could match his pace. I will take the pleasure over the pain.
There was a certain beauty to the sight of a woman in the midst of pleasure. It was one he could never view with his true wife, as she preferred to lay supine in silence. It did not take him long for his eyes to wander. When Neithotep caught his sights, he had expected more of a struggle than what he received. She, however, remained in her place as a woman should, and it was beautiful. He coveted her pleasure for himself and as she wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hips into each of his thrusts, the fire within him grew hotter.
He relished in the consuming feeling of being deep inside her. The groans and truths that proceeded from his lips were unabashed and brazen. Let her know she was doing well to please him. He permitted her to touch him because she responded exactly the way he wanted her to — meeting his pace, hissing through her teeth and moaning. It was perfect, so, so perfect but he was far from finished with her.
It was not often he got to hear the moans of a woman in the midst of passion and he did not intend to hear them end so soon. He was, however, not above abruptly coming to a dreaded slow. He took his time in nearly withdrawing from her and seething himself inside her again with the same agonizing pace. He watched her face, hungry to see her desperation break through. Perhaps, if she responded the way he willed her to, she would be along her moment of ecstasy also. Though he was teasing her, it took his strength to keep up the slower pace. He wanted to ravish her again but he controlled himself in favor of sweet torture.
After a time, he filled her to the hilt so that they were pressed flush against one another. His hips still ground against her, hinting at his hunger to return to the brutal pace that once was. Though his panting was harsh, he took a moment to speak with her. “Tell me,” his gaze lingered on her face, “What do you want?” It was a loaded question, which only had one answer he wished to hear. Still, she would answer him lest he get into a violent mood. She had been spared most of his aggression in favor of her continued submission, but that could easily change should she do something he did not want her to.
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There was a certain beauty to the sight of a woman in the midst of pleasure. It was one he could never view with his true wife, as she preferred to lay supine in silence. It did not take him long for his eyes to wander. When Neithotep caught his sights, he had expected more of a struggle than what he received. She, however, remained in her place as a woman should, and it was beautiful. He coveted her pleasure for himself and as she wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hips into each of his thrusts, the fire within him grew hotter.
He relished in the consuming feeling of being deep inside her. The groans and truths that proceeded from his lips were unabashed and brazen. Let her know she was doing well to please him. He permitted her to touch him because she responded exactly the way he wanted her to — meeting his pace, hissing through her teeth and moaning. It was perfect, so, so perfect but he was far from finished with her.
It was not often he got to hear the moans of a woman in the midst of passion and he did not intend to hear them end so soon. He was, however, not above abruptly coming to a dreaded slow. He took his time in nearly withdrawing from her and seething himself inside her again with the same agonizing pace. He watched her face, hungry to see her desperation break through. Perhaps, if she responded the way he willed her to, she would be along her moment of ecstasy also. Though he was teasing her, it took his strength to keep up the slower pace. He wanted to ravish her again but he controlled himself in favor of sweet torture.
After a time, he filled her to the hilt so that they were pressed flush against one another. His hips still ground against her, hinting at his hunger to return to the brutal pace that once was. Though his panting was harsh, he took a moment to speak with her. “Tell me,” his gaze lingered on her face, “What do you want?” It was a loaded question, which only had one answer he wished to hear. Still, she would answer him lest he get into a violent mood. She had been spared most of his aggression in favor of her continued submission, but that could easily change should she do something he did not want her to.
There was a certain beauty to the sight of a woman in the midst of pleasure. It was one he could never view with his true wife, as she preferred to lay supine in silence. It did not take him long for his eyes to wander. When Neithotep caught his sights, he had expected more of a struggle than what he received. She, however, remained in her place as a woman should, and it was beautiful. He coveted her pleasure for himself and as she wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hips into each of his thrusts, the fire within him grew hotter.
He relished in the consuming feeling of being deep inside her. The groans and truths that proceeded from his lips were unabashed and brazen. Let her know she was doing well to please him. He permitted her to touch him because she responded exactly the way he wanted her to — meeting his pace, hissing through her teeth and moaning. It was perfect, so, so perfect but he was far from finished with her.
It was not often he got to hear the moans of a woman in the midst of passion and he did not intend to hear them end so soon. He was, however, not above abruptly coming to a dreaded slow. He took his time in nearly withdrawing from her and seething himself inside her again with the same agonizing pace. He watched her face, hungry to see her desperation break through. Perhaps, if she responded the way he willed her to, she would be along her moment of ecstasy also. Though he was teasing her, it took his strength to keep up the slower pace. He wanted to ravish her again but he controlled himself in favor of sweet torture.
After a time, he filled her to the hilt so that they were pressed flush against one another. His hips still ground against her, hinting at his hunger to return to the brutal pace that once was. Though his panting was harsh, he took a moment to speak with her. “Tell me,” his gaze lingered on her face, “What do you want?” It was a loaded question, which only had one answer he wished to hear. Still, she would answer him lest he get into a violent mood. She had been spared most of his aggression in favor of her continued submission, but that could easily change should she do something he did not want her to.
Nia nearly burst into tears when he slowed his pace yet again, nubile body arching in frustration before falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh. Looking up into the Pharaoh’s smug face, she fought the urge to slap him, that sick satisfaction rolling from him and threatening to drown her. His movements within her were painfully slow, agonizing, even as her breath shuddered and struggled to return to normal. Why must he torture her so? She knew he wanted her to beg for her release, but did she really want to give him that satisfaction? As if I have a choice.
Whimpering as he filled her again, she met his gaze--her own dazed and unfocused. He was enjoying this far too much, gloating it over her and dangling what she wanted just out of her reach. When he opened his mouth, she whimpered again with a frustrated sigh. How many indignities must she suffer in one night? Had he not put her through enough already?
Tell me. What do you want?
What did she want? To shove him away and run from this room as fast as her legs could take her. That was what she wanted, but Nia knew those were not the words he would stand to hear. No, it was a different answer he was after, another way of lording his power over her, of flaunting his skill and control over her body. What man needed such mastery over another? Was all of Egypt not enough for him?
Clearly not.
Dark eyes met his in a prolonged silence, unwilling to give him what he so clearly desired, but knowing if she didn’t, there’d be consequences to pay. Once more, the young woman forced down her pride, what little of it remained, and released a shuddering breath. Give him what he wants, and perhaps his cruelty will lessen. One can only hope.
“Please,” she finally whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “I want…” She nearly couldn’t bring herself to say it, swallowing her revulsion with a great force of will. “Please let me have my pleasure, Master. I can’t bear it any more… please…”
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Nia nearly burst into tears when he slowed his pace yet again, nubile body arching in frustration before falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh. Looking up into the Pharaoh’s smug face, she fought the urge to slap him, that sick satisfaction rolling from him and threatening to drown her. His movements within her were painfully slow, agonizing, even as her breath shuddered and struggled to return to normal. Why must he torture her so? She knew he wanted her to beg for her release, but did she really want to give him that satisfaction? As if I have a choice.
Whimpering as he filled her again, she met his gaze--her own dazed and unfocused. He was enjoying this far too much, gloating it over her and dangling what she wanted just out of her reach. When he opened his mouth, she whimpered again with a frustrated sigh. How many indignities must she suffer in one night? Had he not put her through enough already?
Tell me. What do you want?
What did she want? To shove him away and run from this room as fast as her legs could take her. That was what she wanted, but Nia knew those were not the words he would stand to hear. No, it was a different answer he was after, another way of lording his power over her, of flaunting his skill and control over her body. What man needed such mastery over another? Was all of Egypt not enough for him?
Clearly not.
Dark eyes met his in a prolonged silence, unwilling to give him what he so clearly desired, but knowing if she didn’t, there’d be consequences to pay. Once more, the young woman forced down her pride, what little of it remained, and released a shuddering breath. Give him what he wants, and perhaps his cruelty will lessen. One can only hope.
“Please,” she finally whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “I want…” She nearly couldn’t bring herself to say it, swallowing her revulsion with a great force of will. “Please let me have my pleasure, Master. I can’t bear it any more… please…”
Nia nearly burst into tears when he slowed his pace yet again, nubile body arching in frustration before falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh. Looking up into the Pharaoh’s smug face, she fought the urge to slap him, that sick satisfaction rolling from him and threatening to drown her. His movements within her were painfully slow, agonizing, even as her breath shuddered and struggled to return to normal. Why must he torture her so? She knew he wanted her to beg for her release, but did she really want to give him that satisfaction? As if I have a choice.
Whimpering as he filled her again, she met his gaze--her own dazed and unfocused. He was enjoying this far too much, gloating it over her and dangling what she wanted just out of her reach. When he opened his mouth, she whimpered again with a frustrated sigh. How many indignities must she suffer in one night? Had he not put her through enough already?
Tell me. What do you want?
What did she want? To shove him away and run from this room as fast as her legs could take her. That was what she wanted, but Nia knew those were not the words he would stand to hear. No, it was a different answer he was after, another way of lording his power over her, of flaunting his skill and control over her body. What man needed such mastery over another? Was all of Egypt not enough for him?
Clearly not.
Dark eyes met his in a prolonged silence, unwilling to give him what he so clearly desired, but knowing if she didn’t, there’d be consequences to pay. Once more, the young woman forced down her pride, what little of it remained, and released a shuddering breath. Give him what he wants, and perhaps his cruelty will lessen. One can only hope.
“Please,” she finally whispered, her voice breaking on the word. “I want…” She nearly couldn’t bring herself to say it, swallowing her revulsion with a great force of will. “Please let me have my pleasure, Master. I can’t bear it any more… please…”