LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
I fully understood the cruelty he was implying. I was going to have to shut down my mind and obey his every order. Listening to someone command me went against all my values. But I had to do it for my brother. I had to spare him. He would eventually find a way to rescue me. And when he did, I would be free. Imprisonment was only temporary. I could endure it.
Crewe continued to stare at me with his mocha eyes, his gun still raised.
Are you sure you can handle it?
I nodded.
Let him go.
He finally lowered the weapon.
You've got more grit than I thought.
He stood up and gestured to his men.
Get him out of here.
They converged on Joseph and took him by the arms. His body was limp, as he was still passed out, unable to think or speak.
Where are you taking him?" I asked.
To a safe place.
Crewe slipped the gun back into his waistband behind his back.
They carried Joseph's body into the hallway. I was still anxious for his safety, not knowing what they were going to do with him.
"How do I know you won't just kill him anyway?
Crewe approached me, his face very close to mine. He raised his hand to my cheek, caressing it with his thumb. He was tender with me, right after being so inhuman.
"I'm a man of my word, Sweetheart. If I say he's safe, he's safe.
For some incomprehensible reason, I believed him.
Where?
They're going to leave him in a hotel. When he wakes up, he can call his men.
I closed my eyes, relieved to know that my brother would be okay. I hadn't seen him as much as I would have liked these past few years, but we were close. After our parents died, we stopped bickering and became a real family. He was the only person for whom I would do anything without hesitation.
For my plan to work, I need him to stay alive.
Crewe continued to reassure me, even though I hadn't expressed my doubts out loud.
I want him to know that you're my prisoner, that you're sacrificing yourself so he can live. People will fear me even more than they do now.
That was all he seemed to care about. Money didn't matter. What he desired was absolute power.
He pulled his hand away from my cheek, and his gaze turned icy. His emotions shifted brutally, passing from one extreme to the other. His breathing quickened in the exact same way it did when he whipped my ass until it bled.
Go to my quarters, strip, and get down on your knees on the hardwood floor. Wait for me.
He had given his first order, and I had to obey. If I refused, all he had to do was press that little button, and my brother would be dead. A shiver of rebellion ran down my spine, but I kept my mouth shut. He watched me intently, waiting for my response. I despised myself for cooperating, but I had no choice. I had to give this king what he demanded.
Yes.
He reached for my neck, his fingers closing around my throat. He pressed his face against mine, his lips only inches away. He stared at my mouth.
Yes, sir.
Disgust swept over me like a sudden gale. Inside, my body recoiled and burned with anxiety. I had to submit to him, give him my self-respect and my fighting spirit. Despite the situation, I blamed myself horribly for cooperating. I refused to let a man command me, but from now on, I would have to forget my principles,to survive.
Yes... sir.
CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I couldn't stop shaking.
I was standing outside the royal quarters, staring at my hands. They wouldn't stop moving. The second she called me *sir*, an exquisite pleasure sneaked up my spine and straight to my crotch. I had almost grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees right then.
I had won.
She was finally right where I wanted her: submissive to me. A part of me loved her fire and independence, the fact that she refused to take shit from anyone,especially me. But I also desired her servitude. I felt a craving for it through my entire body, right down to my bones. I hadn't been this hard since the last time I fucked her.
And I really wanted to fuck her again.
I stood outside the door until I regained control of my breathing. It was erratic, full of heat. I was so eager to make her endure all the obscenities I had in mind. She was here against her will, but I knew she took pleasure in everything I did to her. The kisses, the spankings, and the sex. Even if she was far too proud to admit it. Her stubbornness was just too powerful.
But she was going to have to do it.
I opened the door and spotted her on her knees on the bed,exactly how I wanted her. I took another deep breath and closed the door behind me, the burning desire practically scorching my skin. My rock-hard cock pressed against my pants, desperate to be released.
With her hands resting on her thighs, she was wearing a black dress she must have found in the closet. She wore black stilettos, and her hair was styled in glossy curls. Her heavy makeup amplified the natural beauty of her eyes.
She was stunning.
I poured myself a glass of scotch, then took a seat in the armchair. I stared at her with a victorious air, like a king who has just conquered a city. I brought the glass to my lips and swallowed the cool liquid, admiring my prize.
She looked at me with a neutral expression, waiting for me to give an order.
I savored my victory a little longer, relishing the sight of her on her knees. The position was uncomfortable for her legs and back, but she stayed that way out of submission. Finally, I had completely conquered this woman.
I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible.
Sweetheart?
She looked up into my eyes and cleared her throat.
Yes, sir?
Fuck.
I was going to come just hearing her say that.
I took another sip of scotch to pull myself together, feeling my cock twitch in my pants.
After letting the amber liquid settle into my stomach, I set the glass on the armrest.
Stand up.
She obeyed and rose, standing tall in her black high heels. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, enhancing her hourglass figure. Her cleavage was beautifully showcased, and her long legs seemed to stretch on forever.
Take it off—slowly.
With one hand, I loosened my tie and let the silk band hang open on my chest.
Keep the heels on.
A momentary flicker of hesitation crossed her gaze, but it was sexy. Every time she struggled, she reminded me of just how hard she had to force herself to obey me. She reached behind her back and slowly pulled down the zipper, lowering her gaze.
Keep your eyes on me, Sweetheart.
She looked at me as she pulled the zipper all the way down. The fabric around her shoulders loosened and slipped down her frail torso, revealing a black lace bra that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.
She pushed the dress down past her hips and along her legs, letting it drop to her feet. With a flick of her ankle, she kicked it aside, leaving nothing but her high heels and her underwear.
Damn, she was hot.
I brought the glass to my lips again, though I wasn't thirsty.
She stepped toward me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she advanced. She unhooked the clasp of her bra, and it popped open in the back. It slowly slid down her body until she tossed it away too.
Her breasts were gorgeous-as always.
I ogled their firmness and roundness. They were slightly too big for her frame,and fuck, they were perky. I remembered the sensation of her nipples in my mouth, so exquisite.
Her hands then moved toward her thong. She hooked her fingers into the lace waistband before sliding it down her hips, then past her ass and legs. With a flick of her ankle, she tossed it like the other clothes, lifting a heel when the lace got briefly caught on it.
She was made entirely of curves. I stared at her belly button, then at the little mound between her thighs, at the top of a smooth, hairless pussy just the way I liked them. Her wide hips led to a narrow, arched waist, then up to those enticing breasts. I looked at the hollow of her throat, a part of her body that would soon be covered in kisses.
Touch your breasts.
The longer I sat in this chair, the raspier my voice became, and the more my cock wanted to explode. My desire for domination was multiplying second by second. I wanted to crush my glass with one hand, I was so turned on.
She hesitated again, as if she didn't understand what I was asking.
Touch yourself, Sweetheart.
I could force this woman to do whatever I wanted, and the thought of watching her give herself pleasure turned me on completely.
Her hands traced up her stomach to her tits, and then she cupped them, her soft hands sliding over the fullness of her breasts. She massaged herself, awkwardly at first. But the more she explored her body, the more she liked it. I was witnessing her own self-discovery; I watched her figure out and understand her body.
She slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit. She rubbed it slowly, taking a sharp breath at the initial contact. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, her hair cascading slightly over her shoulder.
Fuck, I was already close to coming.
I stopped drinking my scotch and focused entirely on her,this voluptuous woman completely at my mercy.
Her breathing quickened, and her skin took on a flushed, rosy tint. Her breasts firmed up, and her chest grew red.
She could do what I told her and pretend to enjoy it, but she couldn't force her body to react this way.
She was savoring every moment.
And she was savoring the fact that I was enjoying it too.
On your back. Ass at the edge of the bed."
I slammed my glass down so hard it almost shattered,excitement was completely taking over.
When she pulled her hand away from her crotch and spread her fingers, a sticky string of arousal stretched before breaking.
Holy fucking shit.
She positioned herself at the edge of the bed, knees pulled tight against her chest.
I stood right in front of her and placed her feet against my chest, looking down at her as if she belonged to me. With my eyes locked on her, I unbuttoned my shirt and ripped it off in one motion. Once her feet touched my bare chest, I groaned with pleasure. My hands moved to my pants and unbuttoned them. I shoved them down along with my boxers, desperate to drive my cock inside her. I knew her pussy was soaking wet. I had visited it before.
I grabbed her hips and adjusted her underneath me, aligning her perfectly to take all twenty-three centimeters of me inside her.
Sweetheart.
Her fingers wrapped around my wrists, squeezing tightly.
Yes, sir?
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, relishing her total obedience. She was so sexy it was practically torture.
Tell me to eat your pussy.
I knew she had got her off the last time I did it, and honestly, I had loved it. Her pussy was so sweet I could have eaten it all day long.
I thought I saw another flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but instead, they lit up with arousal. She hid the emotion instantly, but not fast enough for me.
Eat my pussy, Crewe.
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