Chapter 6

• ELARIAN
• It's been an entire week, and I still haven't seen Aeros. I'm not permitted to leave my room, and the maids bring my meals to me.
• I've sent numerous notes through the maids to him, but I'm not even sure if they're truly delivering them, as he never responds, and the maids don't acknowledge me when I inquire if they delivered my messages.
• "I need to speak with him; he can't keep me locked up in here against my will," I demanded.
• The young maid who had brought my breakfast seemed on the verge of a panic attack, appearing too timid to manage someone like me.
• "Miss... the Alpha gave clear instructions that you are not allowed to leave the..." she stammered, but I cut her off before she could finish her statement.
• "I don't fucking care about whatever instructions he gave. He can't just leave me in here!" I yelled angrily, storming towards the door.
• She tried to block my way, but I gently pushed her aside, as she appeared fragile compared to me. I twisted the doorknob and let myself out of the room.
• Glancing around and realizing I was alone in the hallway, I headed down the hall toward what I assumed was his study.
• "Miss, please... come back. Please," the maid pleaded as she ran after me, but I ignored her. I had already made up my mind to speak with him today, and there was no way on earth I would let her stop me from doing that.
• I moved as fast as I could and soon stood in front of a large door made of pure oak wood. I ran my hands over the smooth surface before pushing it open without even knocking.
• I quickly stepped in and immediately sensed that the aura in the room was much different from that in my room and the hallway. I glanced around frantically, praying from the bottom of my heart that this was the right room, and that the maid wouldn't catch up with me until I was certain that it was indeed the right room.
• Luckily for me, my eyes landed on him behind his desk. His gaze was fixed on me, freezing me in place.
• "I am so sorry, Alpha Aeros. She was so fast on her feet, and I couldn't stop her in time," the maid said from behind me, nearly out of breath.
• Aeros's eyes never left mine, but he waved the maid off, and she hurriedly exited after bowing slightly. She seemed relieved to escape his presence, I mean who wouldn’t want to get away from his rage.
• After the door shut behind her, he returned his attention to the papers on his desk, as if I weren't standing right in front of him.
• "You shouldn't have just locked me up like that; it's not fair," I protested from my spot. It felt safer to keep some distance until it was clear that he wouldn't lose his temper again.
• "Fair?" He scoffed out loud. "But isn't that what happens to pets? They get locked up in a fancy, nice cage until their owners feel like spending some time with them," he added coldly.
• I clenched my fists tightly. Did he just compare me to an animal?
• "I know I signed that ridiculous contract that made me your pet, but it's not right to actually treat me like one when I'm not," I asserted.
• He slapped the papers in his hand onto the table, left them there, and eased back into his seat with a deep sigh. "What happened to your manners? Do you need to be taught a lesson again?" he asked with a frown, and I shivered.
• I couldn't back down now and retreat to my room with my tail between my legs when it had taken so much courage for me to leave my room in the first place. Plus, the young maid might be replaced, and I might never see another maid who could be intimidated by me.
• "I'm just asking for my rights. I want to be free to leave my room."
• "Interesting," he remarked, leaning forward in his seat, amusement dancing in his eyes. "So you're demanding things now."
• "I'm not like that, Aeros. I just want to..."
• "Master!" He growled.
• "Master, it's just that I feel so choked up in there, and it's so lonely. Sometimes I don't even leave my bed for a whole day. It's like..."
• "I agreed to give you a luxurious life."
• "Locking me up like an animal isn't luxurious," I retorted, and he hissed at my sudden outburst.
• "Animals are sort of synonymous with pets."
• "Master!" I snapped, and he grinned.
• "Go back to your room," he ordered, his attention returning to the papers in front of him.
• I refused to let him dismiss me so easily. I refused to let him treat me however he liked, only giving me attention when it suited him.
• Corey had treated me that way all this time, ignoring and disregarding me, so I had vowed never to let anyone treat me like that again.
• I moved closer to him, placing both hands boldly on his desk. "I'm not moving an inch from here until I get what I want."
• He glanced back up at me, and I got momentarily lost in his eyes, but I quickly regained control of myself.
• "What exactly do you want, little pet," he intentionally stressed his last words.
• It was the first time he had referred to me in that manner, and I didn't know how to react.
• "I... just want you to give me the recognition I deserve," I stammered. He didn't respond; instead, he got up from his seat and walked over to my side on the other side of the desk.
• He got so close that I had to place myself on the desk to keep some distance between us, but he didn't acknowledge it.
• "What do you mean by recognition, if I may ask?" His voice became low, with an edge that made my toes curl up in my shoes.
• "I... I just want to be... I..." I couldn't even form a single coherent sentence. His proximity, the closeness of his eyes and lips, and his scent filling my nostrils had robbed me of my senses. I stood there in front of him, unable to speak.
• "You want to be touched? Is that it? You want to be treated like a whore again?" His hand traced the length of my thighs, and I shivered under his touch. Slowly, his hand found its way under my dress, and in the blink of an eye, his fingers were caressing my wetness.
• A moan accidentally slid from my lips, and my hands flew up to cover my mouth, but it was too late. He had heard me.
• "You like that, don't you, little pet? You like the feel of my hands, and you're so fucking wet," he growled as he increased the pace of his fingers.
• He pulled his hands away, lifted me by the waist, placed me gently on the table, and spread my legs so wide that my dress rode up to my knees.
• With his eyes locked onto mine, he hooked my panties with his finger and pushed them aside. Before I could say anything, he thrust three fingers inside me, and I let out a loud scream.
• "You're so fucking tight, even for my fingers," he moaned as his hands thrust his fingers wildly inside me. "Mmmm, just how I like it. Open up really wide for me, Elarian. Let me feel those juices on my fingers," he added, and I bit down on my lip so hard.
• "Don't fucking hold back. I know you want this. Didn't you come in here looking like a slut because you wanted this? You wanted to be on my desk, with my fingers buried deep inside you."
• Hearing him say those words did more to me than his fingers ever could. My orgasm built up again, and I didn't want him to suddenly stop like he did before, so I struggled to stifle the moans threatening to slip out.
• I called out his name as I reached down and tried to slow his fingers, but it was no use. His thrusts were out of control.
• "You're mine, Elarian, and it would be impossible for you to leave this mansion, so the faster you come to terms with that, the better for us all," he said.
• He attempted to add another finger to the three inside me, and my body shook violently at the overwhelming intrusion. His lips came down on my shoulder, and he traced the length of my neck with his teeth and tongue.
• When he bit down on my neck, I lost control and let out a loud moan.
• "I'm so close," I whispered as my fingers dug into his chest. I closed my eyes and threw my head backwards. My body was ready and excited about the impending orgasm.
• Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers and stepped back.
• "No!" I cried out as I attempted to grip his shirt, or something, anything that would not allow his fingers to stop. But he had already successfully pulled out and stepped away.
• The building climax faded away, leaving me with a frustrated and empty feeling.
• I sighed deeply.
• I looked up at him sharply. "Did you really have to do that? Why can't you just wait for me to finish?" I yelled at him, exasperated.
• He didn't respond, he just turned around and walked out of the study. I had never felt so alone and dejected.
• Was there a reason he was cutting me off? Was my body not pleasurable enough for him? Was there something wrong with me or him?
• I bet it had to be me, being rejected by him just the way Corey had rejected me. I think I was the issue and something must be wrong with me or was it?
• These questions churned in my head, but I couldn't find any answers.
• I got off the desk and almost crumbled to the floor if I hadn't quickly reached out and held onto the desk for support. My legs were wobbly and felt like jelly underneath me.
• The door opened, and the maid from earlier walked in. "The Alpha asked me to escort you back to your room," she said softly, and I nodded.
• She raised a brow at me when I didn't get up from the desk or attempt to move an inch. I didn't know how to tell her that I couldn't walk because the Alpha had just pleasured me.
• I beckoned for her to come over and assist me, and she did it without any questions. I leaned on her heavily, and she led me back to my room.
• Inside, I remained in bed for the rest of the day, refusing to get up even when the maids brought me lunch and, later, dinner.
• "I don't feel like eating anything," I repeated over and over again whenever they walked in with food.
• Soon, I drifted into sleep.
• "Mmmmmm," I heard myself moan suddenly.
• I wasn't sure if I was awake or asleep, and I had no idea what time it was. I knew I was in my bed, in my room, late at night, and I could feel a tingling sensation between my legs.
• "Is this some sort of wet dream?" I asked myself as I tried to close my legs or rub them together, but it was no use.
• Something was right between my legs, and that's why I couldn't close them.
• The feeling was so pleasurable that I didn't want it to stop. I didn't try to close my legs again, and afraid that it might be just a dream, I refused to open my eyes.
• Something wet and warm slid through my wetness, and another moan escaped my lips. Then I felt something soft, like a tongue thrust inside of me.
• I reached down between my legs, and my hand rested on something hairy. I let my hand feel around for a few moments, and the more I did that, the more I realized that it felt like someone's head.
• It was definitely not a wet dream!
• I jolted awake when I felt myself on the verge of climax and immediately released when my eyes landed on Aeros between my legs.
• His eyes were staring straight at me, his hands held me down firmly, and his tongue was buried deep inside of me.
• "Fuck!" I cursed out loud at the image before me and let the pleasure of the orgasm wash over me.
• Finally! The long-awaited release.