“Eh, if you knew him, you’d be alright with it.”
The guard’s lips glimmered in a smile. “You remind me of my daughter.”
“Yikes. I hope your daughter likes you better than I like my father.”
“She does. But she likes to argue with me. About everything.”
“She sounds cool.”
“I love her very much.”
“What would you do if some king grabbed her up and tried to fuck a baby into her?”
It was crude, but it was also the truth. She saw the guard wince, and she knew she’d made an impact.
His head jerked up. He frowned, and he reached through the door and pushed her gently, but firmly, back into the room before shutting the door on her.
For a second, she was offended. Then she realized why he’d done it.
“Greetings, your highness!” he said loudly enough to alert her to Dominax’s return. Katie had just enough time to rush across to the bed and jump inside it.
Dominax entered the room with that muscular swagger he had, the one which marked him as royalty among all others. Every time she saw him, she got that jolt of primal recognition right between her thighs, something like desire, but more powerful and much more dangerous. She liked him. She’d liked him from the moment they first met. But liking wasn’t enough. It wasn't even relevant when it came to being held as the fuck-captive of a winged alien king.
The more attraction she felt for him, the more she knew she had to get away. Staying in a place like this was worse than staying in a shitty Earth relationship. She was utterly dependent on Dominax, completely cut off from the world around her, a victim of time, space, and royalty.
“Hello, pet. Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. I slept great,” she lied.
He came to stand over her, his breadth and strength doing things to her. She could not help her physical reaction. It was a thing apart from her, something entirely irrelevant to her intellect.
She was not stupid. She was curious, and that curiosity had led her to the cosmic equivalent of getting into a windowless van marked ‘FREE PUPPIES’.
Katie was going to get the fuck out of this van, and she would do whatever she had to in order to achieve that. She would lie, she would cheat, she would do worse if she had to.
Staring up into Dominax’s handsome, but emotionally stupid face, she knew he didn’t understand her. He thought she was something like a fuckable beast, not entitled to the rights of a free human.
His expression softened as he reached out and touched her hair, running his fingers lightly through her locks, scratching her scalp very gently. It was a kindness she didn’t want, another attempt to distract and confuse her, make her think that being locked up, caged, fucked, was all completely reasonable.
“I don’t want you to hate your captivity. I want you to come to see this palace as your territory. “
What he wanted didn’t fucking matter. What she wanted mattered, and she wanted out of this madness. She wanted to wake up from the nightmare she’d entered when Dominax abducted her and took the whole world away, replacing it with a room above endless lava.
“Well, uh, that’s nice. I guess.” She tried to force a smile. It didn’t work very well. But it also didn’t matter. She knew very well Dominax didn’t care what she thought or what she felt. He just wanted to claim and consume her, to make her bend to his will and spread for his cock.
The longer she looked at him, the more she ached between her thighs, as if she were being fucked all over again by the brutal king who had tempted her to this dark place and now wanted nothing more than to claim her.
“I know you hate me now,” he said, apparently able to read her expression. “But in time, I think you will enjoy being my pet. Already you have been absolved of the need to work. You no longer spend hours on your feet, serving food to strangers for a pittance.”
“No. I spend hours on my back, serving you, for nothing. This is worse, Dominax, you fucking dickhead.”
Well, so much for diplomacy.
He had the nerve to look offended. He didn’t understand. He acted like he did, but he actually had no fucking idea. She guessed she was going to have to explain this to him.
“My boss on Earth never put me in a cage because he wasn’t happy with how I behaved,” she pointed out. “I never had to have a goddamn baby with him.”
“You’re angry,” Dominax said. “You’re tired. Did you sleep at all?”
“It’s not lack of sleep, jerkwad. It’s being locked up in a room by some asshole who thinks his dick makes up for captivity…”
“ENOUGH!” Dominax thundered the word so loudly the ground beneath her feet shook. “I do not demand much from you, human, but you will speak to me with respect. Curses and insolence will not be tolerated. You are my pet. You are my possession. The only choice you have is to decide if you like it or not.”