Auctioned to the Cruel King - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Kayla’s pov
I dropped to my knees like I had no brain before him. My hand trembled by my side and I tried earnestly to avoid his piercing stare.
“Get on then.” He commanded and I jerked from both fear and an alien feeling. His voice unwrapped something long lost and rusted into the other part of me.
And then before I knew it I was leaning, heart beating so rapidly I feared it may leap out from my chest any moment from now.
What should I do?
How do I go about this?
Clearing my throat, I stretched my hand out as though I could hear his patience running thin. Tentatively with drumming heart, I moved his robe aside and……f
Fuck!
He was big.
No….. he was huge.
Nothing compared to Landon’s.
Getting over my shock, I let my hand grab his thick, long, and huge cock and then I looked up at him from my knees. His face was like a mask and returned to what I have been commanded to do. A voice in me whispered for me to reach a finger and trace the veins that ran down his cock.
But doing that would be me giving my head off to be chopped. So with uncertainty and fear, as well as the strange thrill to try this, I inclined my lip and took him into my mouth….barely. He was so big that could barely fit into my mouth. His cock was cold and when my wet and warm tongue touched it. That strange urge to take him further prodded my mind. As I did, I choked and almost leaned back.
However, his hand grabbed my hair tightly and pain shut throughout my scalp as he held me in place, stuffed with his dick. “What the fuck are you doing?” He demanded.
“You don’t lean back unless I give you permission to.”
When I didn’t answer, he fastened his grip one more time and I bopped my head against his hard cock. He shoved my head harder against his impaled cock. “When I say suck…I mean suck it! You've got to get me hard enough to actually do something.”
The pain sent a shiver down my stomach to my core and I bit back the urge to rub against something….against him.
My thoughts surprised me. But I didn’t give it more of a head when I started moving my mouth against his cock. My tongue twirled around his length and every time I bopped I choke on his because he was so fucking big. But everything was all but sloppy since it was my first time. Saliva rolled down my lips from my inexperience.
Landon never did this type of stuff, he only came to me, fuck me, and went away. This, this was a whole new territory and I found that I wanted to impress him—-
“What are you doing?” The irritation in his voice was enough to deplete every lust I must have gathered. He lifted my mouth away with a fistful of my hair. “If you don’t do it right, then I can’t fuck you. Which means the deal is off.”
His eyes glowed from anger and I swallowed a small cry. No. I couldn’t let our deal be over. Not that I cared so much about it, but as long as it stayed, I wouldn’t be in a more dire situation than this…
“Begin. Again.”
With resolve, I wrapped my small hand around his dick. It merely went around then I began with my mouth. I inhaled through my mouth and sucked him in, the little movement made him give thrust into my throat.
I almost pulled away but he snarled, “If you lift your head, I will strap you to this bed and fuck you to death.”
Chills from his words made me continue even though my throat hurt from his fucking and my jaw burned. The pain sent another jolt to my pussy and I moaned, going in rhythm as he thrust.
“Touch yourself.” He commanded, his voice strained over the haze of lust. “Prepare it while at that.”
I obeyed.
Slid my hand down into my undies and found myself licking. As I moaned once again I noticed that when I hollow my cheeks, I tended to take him in better and my jaw hurt less.
With this knowledge, I hollowed my cheeks and leaned back as I licked him, drawing my tongue on his length. I felt his cock thicken, filling my mouth the more and I pinched myself. The act put me in a frenzy that made my other hand slide to his balls.
A groan left him, a hungry and deadly one that should send me for the hills, but I wanted more of that from him.
Wanted to hear more.
I shouldn’t enjoy this, but as I felt something liquid drop into my mouth I went mad and began sucking him more, faster, steadier. I felt my stomach contrast as my climax climbed—
But then…
He stiffened.
I did too. The room suddenly felt hotter, even his cock felt like lava.
“Get up and leave.”
I blinked. That was out of the blue. Or I must have heard wrong, nevertheless, I released his dick. Still on my knees I stared up at him.
I’d never been so confused. Wet hair covered his eyes leaving only his nose and wet lips for me. Get up and leave? It can’t have been so bad to have warranted that. He can’t take back his words and make me—
But he growled and yanked me up to my feet so suddenly that my neck almost broke.
He slammed me onto the bed and straddled me there, puffing hot clouded air onto my face. “When I say leave, I mean GET OUT!” He growled in my face and I squeezed my eyes shut. “When I give an order, you don’t fucking hesitate.”
My heart thundered, blood roaring in my ears.
What the fuck is his problem?
It wasn't like I wanted to be here in the first place!
He didn’t move away either.
Instead, he pressed into me. He was still aroused, I could feel him, hard and hot, squeezing against me as he leaned in. When my eyes dared look up at him in half panic I saw not anger in his dilated pupil, but instead lust that made me confused. Is he really in his right mind or was it that thing I saw before?— A surprised gasp escaped me when he suddenly grind his hips against me.
Shit!
His body—Mother above, his body—was like fire. The heat of him seeped through the layers of my thin wrap like molten metal, branding me.
Another grind. This one harder.
A soft moan clawed its way out of my throat, unwanted. I hated that my body responded to him, hated the confusion curling low in my belly, hated how my thighs tightened. My hands curled into the sheets, knuckles white with the effort not to move, not to buck up into him.
His breath came harder now, less controlled. Something flickered in his eyes, like a war between restraint and something I was so afraid of—
Then he bit me.
His mouth landed on my neck, teeth scraping skin, and I cried out. The sound seemed to snap him from whatever haze he was in.
He pulled back like I’d burned him.
“Get out,” he said again, this time hollow.
Then he turned. Left the room. Gone before I’d even sat up.
My hand flew to my neck, fingertips brushing the place where his teeth had sunk in. I hissed at the sharp, lingering sting, part burn, part ache.
Couldn’t say what in the five hells had just happened.