THE SESSIOND
anika was still kneeling as she stared up at the king, her heart beating in her chest. She didn’t know what to expect.
Would he share her or command her torture session?
“Get up and strip, Danika,” he commanded, opening yet a new scroll.
Chad was in the room, and for the first time, Danika couldn’t pick up what the man was thinking or feeling. It was something to be afraid of, because Chad was always an open book.
But now, his face remained as expressionless as Lucien’s. Her hands turned sweaty.
Danika stood and started removing her clothes, one after another. She removed the pins in her hair, loosening it wildly, then removed everything from her corset down to her underthings.
Naked, Danika tried not to stare at them, her gaze pinned to the ground.
“To the table,” King Lucien’s voice came again.
Danika swallowed tightly and started for the table. She’d only been on the bed just once… that first time. She didn’t know what was with him and the table.
Danika closed her eyes, pressing tightly on her table, almost hugging it like a refuge. She felt the movement when someone came up behind her and pressed against her, his body covering her. Her ass cushioned his heavy erection perfectly.
You don’t have to look, she told herself. She didn’t know if it was the big Chad behind her or the king himself. Danika kept her eyes tight and willed her mind to believe it was the king, but when he snaked his hand to her front and caressed her breasts, Danika whimpered because she knew instantly that it was not the king.
The king didn’t caress or play. He got right down to taking what he wanted.
Chad turned her around and pressed closer to her, still dressed. His touch was gentle as he forced her to look at him.
“This is a session, Danika,” he told her.
Her heart ran out of her chest, and all the blood drained from her face.
He must have known what the reaction meant, because he shook his head. “Not a torture session. Actually, this is the only session a slave enjoys.” He paused. “I’m here to teach you how to pleasure, Danika. How to give and receive pleasure. There will be…less pain in here.” His English was halting, as usual. His handsome, chiseled face stared at her.
Up close, she found a scar running down his cheek, too, just like the king’s… but thinner. She wondered how much the two had been through together.
And what did he mean by ‘pleasure and less pain’? She couldn’t understand what he was saying. She had only known pain from them—from the king. She didn’t know pleasure.
Chad urged Danika to the top of the low table and spread her on it. His hands on her breast caressed and soothed, but she couldn’t relax.
“Relax your mind, Danika. Free yourself.” His voice was almost hypnotic. Almost.
She didn’t want his hands on her. She didn’t want anybody’s hand on her. The pleasure would be a sham. Pain was the only feeling sex produced. She was very intimate with this knowledge.
She tried to relax because she truly didn’t want to be punished, but she couldn’t.
When his sturdy fingers caressed her womanhood, she almost jumped out of her skin.
He leaned closer and pushed his face towards her ear. “If you truly want to survive being a slave, you must learn to be a slave, Princess. In any session, in any torment, you close your mind and say, ‘I must survive. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me dead.’ The words work like magic, sometimes. It was one of the ways we survived, too.” He lowered his voice even more. “You’ll be going to court again soon; you’ll need this knowledge. You’ll need to learn how to pleasure. Your introduction must have taught you how sexually inclined the kings are, yeah?”
She nodded, swallowing tightly.
He nodded too. “You might never know what’s ordered of you. I think the king is doing you a favor with this session, and I don’t even know why. Most of us had to learn through pain and lots of humiliation in court. Including him.” Chad whispered the last part.
That said, he began fucking her with his finger in earnest, his eyes watching her face observantly. She closed her eyes and tried to take his advice. She forced her mind to relax while he worked his finger into her tight sheath.
“Very good,” he complimented approvingly.
Her eyes opened and found the king on this writing chair, looking at them closely. At her. There was no expression on his face.
Tension filled her. The more she tried to relax, the less she was. The session wasn’t going well.
When Chad started unbuckling his pants, she heard the king’s voice for the first time.
“Enough, Chad,” his low voice reverberated; his eyes flared.
Danika would have sworn that she saw something like…possessiveness in his eyes before he blinked, and it was gone. Just the cold and unfeeling countenance again.
Maybe she imagined it.
Chad stopped immediately and stared at the king in confusion.
“Stop touching her. Teach her how to pleasure a man,” he ordered, and began writing again.
“As you wish, Your Highness.” Chad urged her down from the table and lowered himself into the nearest chair. He unbuckled himself and pulled his penis from his leather pants.
He was big, and Danika was glad that the king had stopped him from taking pleasure from her body. It would have hurt terribly.
“Run your hand on it,” he urged, taking her hand, and teaching her how to run it up and down his phallus. How to caress it. How much pressure to add. What not to do. The more he taught her, the more he complimented her improved skills, and she was a fast learner.
It made her more confident, and her hands stopped trembling while she did everything he said. Suddenly, she had the great urge to please. But not Chad. She wanted to please Lucien. She knew he was watching.
“Now the mouth.” He urged her mouth down on him, and even though she didn’t know what he expected of her, she let him urge her head down on him.
In the long minutes that followed, he taught her how to take him deep. How to get it down her throat. How to get past her gag reflex. How to suck on it. How to hold it with her throat.