Eleven
CHAPTER
It wasn’t every day that I was summoned to Neil’s throne room.
I couldn’t help but assume that he was upset with me because I had ruined the Celestial Festival.
I couldn’t blame him, all things considered.
I never meant to disrespect him, but I didn’t stop to think.
I was just so angry in that moment, and I lost control.
Truth be told, I didn’t sleep the night prior.
I simply couldn’t. I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of that evening over and over again.
It was a lost cause. What’s done was done. If only I could turn back time.
Why was I so angry? It wasn’t like me to act like that.
Or feel that way, either. Nonetheless, I started the day as I did any other—by rolling out of bed and getting dressed with Aradia’s assistance.
The only difference was that instead of rushing to Neil’s side to smother his jawline in sweet, affectionate kisses while we ate breakfast together, I took my time and skipped breakfast. I made my way to his throne room upon his request, entirely unsure of what to expect. I had never seen Neil angry before.
A wave of shame washed over me. Not just for my behavior, but because my behavior affected Neil. I made a fool of a Realm that wasn’t even mine.
Please forgive me. Please don’t leave me.
I took a deep breath, entering his throne room. My eyes met his, and there he sat. Slouched back on his throne, jaw clenched, gripping the marble armrests of his throne.
“Come,” he beckoned.
For once, I didn’t bother posing the question of whether he was asking or ordering.
I knew he was ordering me, and so I did.
Step by step, I made my way across the room.
It was quiet except for the echoing of my footsteps.
None of the guards said a thing, and neither did Acheron as he stood beside the marble wall.
They all looked the other way, but I couldn’t understand why.
What are you all so afraid of? It certainly couldn’t be Neil, right? He is a kind High Lord.
The moment I was within reach, Neil grabbed my wrist and tugged me closer.
Close enough that I stood right between his legs.
His eyes locked on mine and my heart skipped a beat, although I wasn’t unsure if it was the anticipation of what he was about to say or if it was due to the love I felt for him.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
He tilted his head. “Are you, though? Are you sorry for making a fool of me and my Realm? And the damage you’ve caused?”
I nodded, a feeling of shame washing through me.
Neil slowly released his grip on my wrist, sliding his hands to my hips and guiding me to turn around. Silently, I followed his lead. His fingers dug into the fabric at my waist, and his nose brushed against the side of my ear.
“Use that pretty little mouth of yours and apologize like you mean it,” he growled.
“I’m sorry, Neil,” I whispered.
“Mmm.” His left hand slid from my hip and around my stomach, pulling me into his lap so my back was against his chest. His right hand slid from my waist and down my leg, massaging my flesh. I felt my cheeks deepen in hue. “Then prove it by making it up to me,” he murmured.
What? I gulped. What does he mean by that?
“Anything,” I replied breathlessly.
“Anything?” He kissed my skin just below my ear. His breath was hot, alluring.
“Yes, anything.” A soft whimper left my lips, unaware of what he had in mind until he used his knees to push my legs open, right there, in front of everyone.
My eyes went wide. His right hand slid up my thigh and beneath my dress, his fingers grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
He rubbed circles against my flesh. I felt exposed, despite being covered by my dress, with my legs propped wide open.
I attempted to close them, which only caused him to push them the slightest bit wider, making it harder to move. Please, Neil. I love you.
“Ah, ah,” he purred. “You said anything… Sit properly.”
His hand delicately traced my collarbone and across my covered breast. He lingered above my nipple, gently circling it, and his fingers traced down my stomach.
Neil nibbled on my ear and down to my neck, licking and suckling my flesh.
His hand made its way between my legs, gently circling the wet fabric that separated his fingers from my flesh.
I bit my lip. I didn’t want to do this, not in front of everyone, but it felt so good. My heart skipped a beat.
“Now don’t be coy when you are the one always begging for me to take you.
I am your High Lord. You do as you’re told, in case you have forgotten.
You are in my Realm. My word above all.” Soft sounds parted from my lips despite the shame and embarrassment I felt by being in a room full of guards. “You are mine, understood?”
I whimpered beneath his iron grip.
“You will do as I say.”
I nodded.
“Who do you belong to?” He breathed against my ear.
I shook my head, not wanting to be owned by anyone anymore. I wanted him to love me as I loved him.
“Answer me. Who do you belong to?” He rubbed slow circles between my legs.
I squirmed, trying to pretend that what he was doing wasn’t furthering my arousal. I knew, he knew, and surely everyone else in the room knew, too. “Y-you,” I answered breathlessly.
“Louder. Who do you belong to?” he commanded.
“Y-YOU!” I moaned louder this time, panting softly and half whimpering.
Neil hooked his hand into my underwear, picking up his pace as he rubbed between my legs. “I am going to make you scream my name so loudly that you will never forget who you belong to.” He sunk his teeth into my neck, leaving a mark behind in the process.
Another sound left my lips, one that was louder than I wished it to be.
Neil brought me as close to the edge of climaxing as he could before he abruptly stopped.
Panting and hyper-aware of my surroundings, I felt him rip my underwear off with a single, forceful yank.
He was edging me on, in a room full of guards.
This was my punishment, and it was only just the beginning.
I loved him, I loved him with all that I was but this…
this was not the kind and loving Neil I knew.
I was afraid that if I didn’t please him, he wouldn’t love me the way that I loved him. I didn’t want to lose him. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t be alone again.
Shame and embarrassment mixed with pleasure, an overlapping trio of emotions I never thought I would ever feel simultaneously.
I did everything I could not to squirm. To stay quiet. To make it seem as though he wasn’t toying with me in front of everyone. But he brought me close to the edge again, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that parted from my lips or the rush of heat between my legs.
His left hand remained forcefully around my torso, holding me in place and preventing me from squirming too much. His right hand slipped to undo his pants. While I couldn’t see what he was going to, I could feel the shift, and his hot flesh pressed against mine.
“I—Neil not here. What about the guards?” I said breathlessly, not even noticing Acheron alongside them. I was too distracted by the sudden, overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
“The guards can watch, but they can’t touch. They might even want you, but they will never have you. I swear it upon the Four Realms. You are mine.” He shifted his grip on me, pulling me back onto him and slowly pushing me down onto his hardened cock, which was already slick with his precum.
My eyes almost met Acheron’s, and that was when I remembered he was in the room.
I quickly tried to divert my eyes, looking anywhere but at him.
Anywhere but anyone in this room, really.
Maybe if I didn’t look at them, I would somehow forget they were there.
My legs trembled, trying not to be consumed with pleasure or embarrassment as the line between the two began to blur.
My walls clenched around his cock, struggling to adjust to his generous size. A whimper parted from my lips as I attempted to grind myself against him to further satisfy my desire, but he tightened his grip on me, preventing me from moving more than I already had.
“You are meant to stay still. Now be a good girl and do as I say,” he purred.
I took a shaky breath as my body sunk against his. His cock was so large within me that all I wanted to do was rock against it. Despite how desperate I was to do so, I tried to even my breaths, hoping to quell my ever-expanding arousal.
I wasn’t sure how long he made me sit still.
But it felt like hours. I tried to focus on anything other than the feeling of his hardened cock pressing deep within me, but it was a feat that was not easy to achieve.
The occasional feeling of his cock twitching indicated to me that he was just as aroused and sensitive as I was.
This wasn’t just pleasure or punishment, but a power play.
He was reminding me of my place. I was here because he allowed me to be.
That was exactly why he almost made me climax before depriving me of the pleasure of not just that, but the ability to ride him.
He wanted that power over me. To remind me who I belonged to.
I became hypersensitive to everything around me—the sounds in the room, the shift in the air, the watchful eyes of the guards.
Every now and then, Neil would buck his hips just enough to further push himself within me, furthering my arousal. I was already dripping for him.
“Neil.” I finally caved in.
Neil forcefully grabbed my chin, squeezing my face, and forced me to look directly in front of me, where Acheron was.
I fought against his hand. I attempted to look away, but it was no use.
He was far stronger than I was. He held me in place and did not allow me to squirm despite the desire to ride him. He leaned forward.