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Authors: Sophie Stern

Alien Dragon (8 page)

“Yes, your highness,” she says.

My hands rubs faster, faster as I watch her breasts bouncing wildly beneath his body. His skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat as he groans and finally comes inside of her. The woman cries out beneath him with her own orgasm, and I’m left panting and breathless in the doorway.

I didn’t come before they did and suddenly, I’m well aware of how volatile my position is.

I drop my hand and start to move back into the hallway. I’ll announce my presence in a minute.

“Enjoy the show, Riley?” The King says loudly, and my heart drops as I realize he knew I was here the whole time.

 

 

Chapter 9

 

How did he know? What the hell? I’m embarrassed he knows I watched. I’m humiliated. He already made it clear he didn’t like fat human virgins. Why am I even here?

Was this whole thing a setup?

I move back into the doorway and push the door the rest of the way open. There’s no use pretending now.

“Who the hell is
she
?” The woman sees me and cries out in anger and surprise. I don’t bother saying anything. It doesn’t matter, anyway.

The King unties her arms and moves off the bed. He picks up a robe and throws it at her.

“Get out.”

“What?” She turns to him now. “I thought we were going to spend some time together.”

“No. Leave.”

She storms past me in a huff, shoving me with her shoulder as she does. It hurts, but I don’t protest as she pushes me out of her way. I deserve it. I’d probably feel embarrassed too, if some random person saw me sleeping with my boyfriend.

The King ignores me for a moment, but remains naked. He walks over to the side of the room and pours himself a glass of liquor. He does not offer me a glass. He drinks it slowly and I take this opportunity to look around the room.

A giant bed sits against the left wall. Straight ahead, against the back of the room, is a bar with two stools. Beyond that, the entire wall is made of clear glass so he can look out into the night sky. The right side of the room has a sitting area with couches and a fireplace.

“Come on in,” he says. “You’ve already seen the most important part of the room.”

I come inside hesitantly and close the door behind myself. It clicks loudly in place.

“What do you want from me?” I ask slowly.

“I want you to be my servant,” the King says, turning around. He looks me up and down. His eyes fall on my breasts for a long moment before returning to my face. “You will work in my chambers as originally intended.”

“W-What changed your mind?” I ask.

“You should not ask stupid questions,” he says, and sets his glass down.

“Are you kidding me right now?” I put my hands on my hips, all embarrassment forgotten. What the fuck? “What’s with the attitude? You called
me
here, remember?”

“What I remember, Riley, is that you don’t have a home to go to. If you want this house to be a permanent placement, I suggest you put aside your willful attitude and try to play nice.”

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

I can’t blow this.

As much as I think the King is a huge snake, he’s right.

I don’t have any right to be here. None.

Nope. I’m a sad, lonely little orphan girl who thought she was getting a new chance at a good life. In reality, I’m just a scavenger.

A vagrant.

In reality, I’m one pissed-off dragon away from being sent to a different planet where I would be raped.

Or killed.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” I jump at his voice. He sneaked up on me and I was so lost in thought I didn’t realize it. Now he’s right behind me. His body is hot and close to mine. I can feel his heat, smell his scent. He smells like sex and bad choices: two things I could use at the moment, even though I know he doesn’t want me.

“I-I was thinking that I’m lucky to be here,” I whisper. “And I don’t want you to send me away.”

“I’m not going to send you away, Riley.”

“But you said-“

“Shh….”

Suddenly, his front presses against my back, and I can’t breathe. He’s so close to me, touching me. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me back against him. I can feel all of him: every inch.

His cock is hard again and it’s pressing into my ass through the thin fabric of my dress.

“There are a few things you need to learn about life on Taneyemm,” the King says. His hands softly stroke my sides as he talks and I think I could get used to this.

“What do I need to learn?”

“I’m in charge, Riley. I’m always in charge. That little act you pulled at lunch? That’s not me being in charge. You thought you could take control of the situation, little human. You thought you could tease me, taunt me with something I couldn’t have. Well, let me tell you, I can have whatever I want.”

One of his hands cups my breast as he says it and he tweaks my nipple. I jump in surprise, but his other hand is still tightly on my hip and he wraps it around my waist, holding me in place.

“You don’t want me,” I whisper. “You said so. Only yesterday, you said you don’t want me.”

“I’m still in charge. I might not want to marry you, Riley. I don’t want to marry anyone. My Kingdom has this ridiculous rule about Kings being married once they’re a certain age, and my time is almost up. I don’t want a queen, Riley. You know that’s what you’re supposed to be, don’t you?”

I nod.

“When you said you were a virgin, I knew what that fucker Hal had been going for. Him and Lee planned the whole thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“A good King marries a virgin queen, darling. It’s the way things must be done.”

“But why?”

“Tradition.”

“So you don’t…think I’m weird?”

“I think you’re very aroused, Riley. I think you liked what you saw. That doesn’t make you weird. That makes you sexual. That makes you exciting.”

I shake my head, but he bites my neck. I’m wet. I’m wet and achy and I know he can smell my need.

“Tell me, Riley. Tell me you liked what you saw.”

Now both of his hands are on my breasts and he’s kissing my neck from behind, slowly licking up and down my soft skin.

I’ve never been with a man like this before. Women? Yeah, I was with Ruby and Jenika during my training. They showed me how to please a woman, how to taunt one for an audience. They showed me what it took to push a woman over the edge, but a man?

They wouldn’t let me touch a man.

Being with a woman feels right, it feels good. Touching a woman is a soft, sensual experience I enjoy. It’s something that makes me feel sexy and happy.

Being with a man, though? This feels like coming home.

“I’m waiting, Riley. I can smell you. Your pussy is wet and it wants me. You want me. Now tell me why you watched me fuck her.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I whisper.

“Oh, of course not,” his voice is placating and teasing, but I can’t think straight with his fucking hands on me. The King moves his hands up and down my front, lingering over my breasts, playing with them, toying with me.

He grinds his dick against my ass and I realize that I want him to take me there. I want him to play with my ass, to lick me, to slide his cock inside me and make it hurt. I want him to own me, dominate me, brand me.

I want to be his.

I have wanted many things in my life, but the realization that I actually want to be with him is hard for me to swallow. There are so few redeeming qualities about the King, but I think there’s something there others don’t see.

Can’t see.

I don’t think he’s this hard-ass he wants everyone to believe he is.

Surely there must be some good in him.

“I opened the door because I was looking for you,” I finally whisper. My voice feels loud in the quiet room. “And I heard you fucking that woman. I heard her cries and it made me feel breathless.” I’m still embarrassed to be speaking this openly, this bluntly to him. Still, there’s a little part of me that will do whatever he wants, give him whatever he wants, if he’ll just keep touching me.

Now his breathing deepens and he pinches my nipples harder. I’m rubbing my thighs together, grinding against his body. I reach for my pussy but he quickly pins both of my arms behind my back, so they’re pressed between our bodies. Then the King slips beneath my dress and strokes my pussy softly with his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, Riley. Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“Born and raised,” I joke, but he doesn’t seem amused.

“Tell me why you watched me, Riley. You’re a bad girl, darling. You’re a very, very naughty girl. I thought virgins were supposed to be these sweet little angels, but not you, Riley. You’re not sweet. You’re bad.”

“I watched your cock sliding into her pussy,” I tell him, and I stop struggling to break free. Instead, I give into the moment. My head leans against his chest and he supports my body fully as he plays with my soft folds. They’re slick. His fingers slide right through and I want them to center on my hard bud.

I want him to make me come against him.

I want him to see what he does to me.

The King doesn’t need me, want me, or like me, but maybe he’ll use me for a little while.

Is it so wrong to want that?

“I saw her struggle against your ropes. I saw the way you slapped her while you drove your cock into her ready body.”

“And you liked what you saw, did you?” He slides his fingers inside of me. Two big broad, fingers press inside of me, stretching me.

“Oh yes,” I say, my voice breathy with need. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I feel so full and powerless against him. He’s so strong and big compared to me.

“Do you know what I think, Riley?” His fingers slide out of me and I moan at the loss, but they find my clit and begin to rub me, gently, quickly.

“What?”

“I think you loved what you saw. I think you wanted it to be you. I think you wanted to be the one in my ropes, strung up on my bed, used for my pleasure. I think you wanted me to play with you, bind you, take you.”

“Mmm,” I can’t even speak anymore. I feel my orgasm building deep inside me and my whole body tightens.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this: my first orgasm from a man. It was supposed to be a sensual experience with someone who actually liked me, who wanted to be with me. It was supposed to be because the King wanted a virgin, wanted a wife. This King doesn’t want a wife.

He doesn’t want me.

But he’s playing me like he knows everything about me and I can’t deny him. As much as I hate the way he treats me, I can’t tell him no. I can’t ask him to stop. This feels so good.

It feels so right.

And so wrong.

And so bad.

“Come for me, Riley. Come for me right now,” his voice is hot in my ear and as I climax, he covers my mouth with one hand so I can’t cry out. Instead, my voice is muffled as I shake in his arms. The pleasure takes me higher than I’ve ever been, and then I fall back into him.

He holds me against his body for a moment while I recover. What the fuck just happened? Did I really just…? Did he just? I don’t know what to do or what to say. That wasn’t supposed to happen between us.

My orgasm is over and I turn around, still on quivery legs, still shaking a little. I look up at him with doe eyes and wonder what he’s going to say. I wonder what I should say to him. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced and somehow, I get the feeling any other men I come with are going to let me down. It’ll never be like
that
again. It’ll never be quite as intense.

He looks at me for a long minute, then traces my cheek with his finger.

“You’re going to work here for me now,” the King says. He’s not asking me. He’s telling me, as if this is a perfectly simple turn of events. “The first room is yours. You may go there now.”

“That’s it?” I ask, caught off guard by his sudden nonchalant attitude. I just had the best fucking orgasm of my life and his response is to tell me where my bedroom is?

“What did you expect, Riley? Flowers? Isn’t that what you humans like?” His voice is suddenly cold and harsh, the way it was yesterday. Gone are the soft whispers, the hushed commands to
come for me
.

“Nothing,” I say, my voice biting as I choke back the tears. “I didn’t expect a thing.” Without another word, I flee the room and hurry down the hall to my new room. I might be able to cry, but I’m not going to let the sadist watch.

I open the door to the room I assumed was a guest bedroom. Now I know better.

Servants quarters, of course. This is where I’ll stay while I work for the King himself.

This is where I’ll stay a virgin.

 

 

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