14 ~ Scared of Intercourse

Cassandra POV

Sparks and sparks everywhere. That's what I was feeling and hell irritated with. I was trying to stay away from his touch but then he tried to grab my hand. I didn't know what came to mind as my fingers landed right across his cheek with the loud sound of slap in just a fraction of moment.

His face turned angry as hell. His eyes turned burning like volcanos as he darted his gaze right on me. I shiver from fear and fright.

I instantly regretted it and before I could run or apologize. He pushed me over the bed and hovered me dangerously. I shivered, as he pinned both of my hands above my head and looked directly into my eyes with anger.

“Learn to stay within your limits, Cassandra. I am being polite with you doesn't mean you will keep misbehaving with me,” He warned me.

His eyes red with anger, blood rushing to his face and it created a knot in my stomach looking at his dangerous beasty side. His hold on my wrists over my head makes me slightly exposed in front of him and the unbearable attraction and sparks with that touch.

This was the touch that made my heart beat again when I was losing my life. I thought I would never be able to heal as my powers slowed down to no limits. But, then he gripped his fingers with mine and an adrenaline rush happened in my body. My heart beat suddenly with great pressure.

I looked at his green eyes, looking deadly and insane with anger. My anger calmed down in just a few moments and I pressed my legs together as his knees were either side of my waist. I feel a little uncomfortable now.

“Stay away,”

I tried to say, my voice automatically turned low and began begging.

“I think you forgot that this is not your Kingdom. It's mine and it's my rules here. You are my slave and don't you dare even raise your voice in front of me ever again. God swear, you will regret it even after your death if you ever do it again,”

His voice was deep and scary. He put emphasis on each word making me shiver with fear and a strange attraction. I didn't know but being closer to him suddenly was making me uncomfortable in a wrong way. Unknowingly, it was turning me on and my brain was visiting the visuals of him pleasing me that day.

But, in no condition I was going to reveal it. Maybe it was because I was turning eighteen now. GrandMaa told me that I would get a major change in my body when I would turn eighteen. But, she didn't tell me what kind of change exactly. All she told me was to stay away from the person with whom I couldn’t spend my whole time and trust. She told me not to let any man touch me until he was trustworthy and my husband.

I didn't know and never understood the meaning of her words but now it was slightly making sense to me. This man was testing all my patience and confidence that I was losing slightly as he leaned down closer to me.

His other hand grabbed my neck and I closed my eyes as a new wave of spark traveled across my body. My head falls backwards feeling the strange danger and excitement altogether. There was slight wetness down in my core as I cried with a new foreign feeling.

He applied a little pressure on his fingers and my mouth hung open.

"Ahhhhh,"

My voice came out like begging and to make it more insane.

He stroked the side of my neck with his thumb extremely slowly as if taking me to the verge of losing my leftover sanity. It was like time stopped and my concentration darted in just one place, my neck.

My breathing started slowing down, rhythmic in their own way. He seductively massaged my neck and I arched my body insanely. My thighs pressing together with the unbearable sensations travelling down my core. My stomach erupts millions of butterflies, my buds erected with the effect and a slight surface with goosebumps were created on my chest.

I sucked on my lips as his hand slowly travelled towards my chest. I instantly got scared and looked at him.

“No, please,”

I begged as I didn't want to feel that again, that punishment of him with millions of unbearable and sensational sparks.

His hand cupped my left breast slowly and softly. My eyes met his slightly begging for mercy but he looked even more dangerous now.

“Ryan, Please…”

He looked into my eyes. His eyes were soft now, anger calmed but a different expression on his face. Looking into my eyes, he pressed my breast a little and I shivered insanely. The wetness in my core increased and I blinked nervously.

I was submitting myself slowly to him, to his punishments and suddenly the words of my grandmother alarmed in my brain.

She told me not to let any man touch me other than my husband. She strictly told me to stay away from men. It was harmful for me.

“Ryan, please, I am sorry, please…”

I begged to close my eyes but it seems like he had different plans. His hand slowly slid inside the fabric and I rolled my head backwards. The moment his warm and rough hand brushed my bud, I cried with a pleasurable sensation running through my nerves.

“Ahhhh,”

“My Lord,”

I shivered suddenly as the girly voice was heard by us.

I looked at the doctor standing near the door looking at the floor.

“My Lord, she is still weak for an intercourse,”

Her words made me feel red in my cheeks. ‘Intercourse’?

I knew this word. It was banned for me. I could never in my worst dream do it.

I looked at Ryan, who was still hovering over me. But, he turned soft yet angry for me. He slid his hand away from my skin and I took a breath of peace. I thought he would leave me now but instead.

“Send her to the Whorehouse. Make her learn, how to behave with the Kings,”

I sit up instantly. Our faces close to each other, my lips trembled as I begged.

“Ryan Please, not that place, please. Those people are so weird and disg… disgusting,”

I tried to finish as my throat was drying. His face was stiff with anger and I held the collar with request.

“Please…”

“Anything but not that place, pleaseeeee,”

I literally begged.

But, without any change of expression he stood up from the bed and started walking away.

“Pleaseeeeeee, Ryan,” I called loudly. My tears started forming. I hated that place, those people were just so disgusting. They asked me to get naked in front of everyone.

I stood up from the bed instantly and ran after him. I held his hand to stop him but before I could understand what just happened, he pushed me against the wall, turning my hand behind in anger.

I cried with the sudden pain and looked into his eyes. His grip on my hand was tight enough to leave the imprint of his steel strong fingers.

His green orbs were angry as he stated.

“Whorehouse or my slave,” His eyes angry and dangerous. He wasn't joking now, nor was he in a playful mood. He looked damn serious. I could feel that one wrong word would bring the deepest trouble of my life.

Without taking his words for granted, I accepted.

“Your Slave,”

He pulled me even closer to him. I could hear my racing heartbeats as the closeness was again bringing the sensations and sparks all over my body.

“You have to do it as I say, without any questions, get it,” He asked.

I nodded immediately.

"Go to your room, take rest and I want you with my morning tea and breakfast before I wake up,"

He ordered and I nodded silently.

My eyes were just fixed on the movement of his lips as they ordered me that. I didn't know but this man seems like my world Turner. Maybe he would be the one my grandma told me to stay away from.

He left my hand and took a few steps back.

"Early morning,"

He reminded me and I nodded my head.

He left the room and I straightened myself. I could still feel his touch on my body. It was like his presence was imprinted around me. As if my brain has remembered him more than anything.

I turned to walk out of this room. It was already late at night and I had to wake up early as the master said.

My brain was struggling between the unbearable attraction and undeniable hate towards him.