Under His Rule
When he nods, I scoot my chair back and get up. “You didn’t want an easy girl. You wanted one who would fight back,” I say, as I step aside and walk around the table to his side. “A girl to please your every savage need.” I steal the apple from his hand and take a bite myself.
Noah turns around just enough to fully face me, and he grabs my hips and puts me right in front of him against the table. “If I wanted that, I would’ve taken any other random girl who fought me,” he says, his hands sliding down toward my thighs. “But I want something special, something no other girl can give me.”
Something special … but what does that mean?
He bites his lip, and for a second, I almost want him to bite me instead. His hand dives underneath the black and red dress, and my legs instantly tense up. We stare at each other as he relentlessly continues, his fingers slithering up toward my underwear and curling underneath it to pull it back.
I cross my legs, so he grabs me by the waist, sits me down on the table and nudges my legs apart.
“I didn’t dress to get undressed,” I say.
A smirk forms on his lips. “You didn’t get dressed. She dressed you.” He tears away the fabric of my underwear with no remorse, and I gasp as he chucks it into the corner. “Because I wanted you dressed.” He pushes up the dress over my knees and beyond my thighs until my pussy is exposed again. I swallow hard when I catch him glancing. “And now I want you undressed.”
With a finger, he presses down on my nub, and a spark lights my body on fire. I wish he didn’t have this effect on me. Makes me wish I could resist. “You want a whore,” I say, trying to make sense of all of this.
His eyes narrow as he spreads my legs and slides two fingers up and down my slit. “I want a wife. Someone to cherish and love. Someone ripe to become a queen. Someone to be mine for the rest of my life.”
He circles my clit in such a way that it’s hard for me to breathe, let alone think. But I have to rebuke, I have to keep fighting, because if I don’t … all my struggles will have been for nothing.
“Someone to birth a child,” I add.
“Let’s not talk about that,” he murmurs, expertly playing with my clit until I’m beginning to lose all sense of decorum. “Let’s talk about this little pussy … my pussy … and how it didn’t come last time when you were with me in the bath.”
My eyes widen. “Wha—”
“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” he says, shaking his head. “I may be headstrong, but I’m not foolish. I know when a woman is faking it.”
Even though I don’t want it to, a blush still spreads on my cheeks. I draw my legs together, but he sticks a thumb between to prevent them from closing. He gazes up at me from underneath his thick eyelashes, and says, “Uh-uh … Shame has no place here.”
“You knew all this time?” I mutter.
He nods slowly. Well fuck. And here I was thinking I’d one-upped him.
“Bad girl,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
Of course, he has to. He’s the patriarch after all. Can’t have someone deny his wishes, even if it involves my body.
His fingers slide up and down my slit, almost to tease me, but then he shoves one finger inside without warning, and my mouth drops.
“But first, I’m going to finish what I started in the bathroom,” he says.
His finger thrusts up and down, causing sweet, delicious ripples in my body that I wish I could ignore. I’m defenseless against him, and he knows it. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me with a hint of arrogance. He knows he owns me, and that there’s nothing I can or will do to stop him.
And as he dives in deep, I struggle not to clamp my legs together and come right there and then. He really knows how to drive me insane with lust.
“That’s it, Natalie … let me own you,” he murmurs, circling my clit with his thumb too all while thrusting into me.
I sit there, taking it all in, wondering how long I can keep up this charade of not caring, of letting this man do whatever he wants to me without fighting back. I should push him off, should kick him in the balls, I should do so many things, yet I can’t bring myself to actually do it.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me, and I’m left with a wantonness that makes me feel dirty, inside and outside. Sweat drips down my back as I swallow away the saliva while he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them.