DARIUS

She did, with so much effort, kick me in the no-go area. Her job was to pleasure my cock, but instead, she plans on destroying it.

I took her back to the hall, my council members sat in their designated seats, murmuring and gawking. I had instructed them to sit still while I left to find Juliette. Their rowdy behavior was the reason she got out in the first place.

I had been trying to play it subtle, but she didn't deserve it. Now I was going to fully humiliate her.

I returned to my seat, pulled her by the collar, she fell to her knees next to me, and we became the centre of attention.

I stared around the room catching a few lustful gazes tossed in Juliette's way. I didn't blame them. She was undeniably sexy in the deep, dark slip dress that hugged her pale frame in all the right ways, her bare back on display. My collar remained in place.

I handpicked this dress and I hoped she would feel the eyes upon her. I wanted her to burn with realization.

The tightness of her shoulders proved me right. Her anger remained fresh.

“Pour my drink.” I commanded and she glanced up, green eyes squinting.

"Juliette,"I repeated,"Pour. My. Drink.”

She stood up and turned to me, not towards the bottle, forcing a smile, she said boldly, “Perhaps for once you should have your own hands do it.” The room froze, chatterings paused mid-air.

All council members stared at her… then at me. They were waiting to see if the beast would roar. I didn’t. I just smiled, stood up, and jerked her by the collar. She inhaled sharply, but didn't fight it. Not this time.

The room was silent, “Dismissed!” I barked the order and they all scurried out like they were being chased.

As soon as everyone dispersed, I pulled the chains, walking out of the hall, through the room-sized, arched doorway.

Her shoes dragged as I pulled her next to me. I believe she didn't demand to know where we were headed, she already knew.

I kicked the door to my room open and pushed her in. I closed the door behind me.

“ Though I made it clear,” I said softly, focusing on her, “ First you attack me, then you defy me in public .”

She swallowed, her chest visibly heaving with each breath she took. I stepped closer. “You embarrassed me tonight? Do you really think that little show made you strong?”

I gave her a tap on the head and brushed her hair off her face. “I told you what would happen if you forced me into this.”

She turned her face away. So I took her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

“You have some nerves,” I murmured. “ A chronic debtor as yourself, you dare rest my patience with arrogance? I will punish you, Juliette Hales, I will crush you and your pride. I will make you regret the day you were born to a man like your father.

“I already do.” She replied, tears filling her eyes.

I returned to my bed and nodded at her. “Strip.”

She opened her mouth in protest, but my facial expression gave no room for argument.

“Now,” I said.

Slowly, her fingers traveled toward the straps. She worked them down, a few inches at a time; it was evident in her motions that she didn't want this, and it pleased me.

The gown fell to the lower floor, exposing her plump breast, pink nipples protruding. Her skin looked clean and soft to the touch. I lowered my gaze to her freshly shaved V. My mind wandered what her middle would look like.

“Come,” I said, tapping on the bed space. In slow strides, she walked over to the bed and sat in the space I intended for her.

I placed one hand on the arc of her shoulder and traced it to the hollow of her back.

Ever so slightly, she tried to shrug my hand off.

"You know what I see when I look at you, Juliette?" I inquired, kissing down the edge of her collarbone, holding her in place to avoid any further movement.

“Resistance,” I whispered. “So much of it. But under all that pride, your body is just waiting for permission to surrender.”

She sucked in a breath as she couldn't push me away. I dragged my lips across her skin, lowering my mouth to her chest, placing a hot, leisurely kiss over her body.

She tensed up even harder with every inch I took.

I eased her back against the bedframe and made my way over her, giving her a sense of dominance in each move I made.

Her breathing quickened. She stared at me, wild and confused. I could sense her walls starting to crumble.

I stole her lips in a long, deep kiss, teasing her with my tongue. She stiffened under my grasp, but I ignored it, as my fingers cupped the bracket around her jaw to hold her in position. She didn’t return my kiss at first but then … she did. It was slurpy like that of an amateur.

She let out a low moan from her throat, her body arching, lips parting. I drew back long enough to whisper against her skin, “ I know you want to fight me, push me away, slap me hard across the face. But you can't, because your body won't let you.”

This was my plan, nothing other than spiking her desires, and asking her to crave me in ways she had dared not think about.

This was the punishment, and I was just getting started.

I took my time, my hands gripping her hips, driving her wild with each caress and movement. Her moans were initially soft, almost imperceptible, and I could feel them down to my mouth.

Her whole body flushed under my touch, desperation building. My hands traced every part of her body and they settled right in the middle of her core.

It was wet, welcoming to my fingers. Juliette looked away, ashamed by the discovery I made.

“Wet already? But I haven't even started.” I chuckled, parting her core lips and slipping my hand in. My body jerked at the feel of the warmth in her core.

I could feel my dick rise under the pressure. I bit my lips, surprised my body was acting up. This was supposed to be just her, and it was going to continue as so.

I continued with my fingers, moving at a slow pace. Juliette couldn’t hold back her moans; they grew louder at the thrust of my fingers, and her cock hardened. I feared it would snap in my pants.

Juliette grabbed my hand, her eyes wet from tears, “Please, that's enough.” She gasped, and I laughed.

She was on the edge, I could feel it, her core swelled beneath my fingers. The moment she had chosen to surrender, I was supposed to help relieve her, but this was her punishment, and she had to face it without me.

I pulled back, wiping my fingers on the sheet, her breath was ragged, her body shivering.

I towered over her, my eyes trained on the collar she still wore around her neck.

And I smiled.

“You can leave.”