Chapter 6 6.Kiss

Methis Delis POV

But nothing came, no slap, no punch, no shove. In fact, no use of force at all. He studied me for a while then brought his hands back up towards my shoulder. This time I closed my eyes, I dared not take his hand off again. Maybe his silence was just a warning of things to come.

"Methis?" he called my name.

"Hmm?" I replied. Being in the presence of this guy alone was intimidating enough for anybody not to speak of the fact that I actually had to become intimate with him and let him see me in such a vulnerable state.

I was not naked but I felt nude in front of him. This was a feeling I had never felt in my life. It was as if I was at the mercy of Jamal. It was not just as if, it was probably true. This man was king, his armies were strong and his people plenty and whatever he said stood. How much more power could a man have?

And on the other hand there was me, who was a complete stranger, not born here, not raised here. I was an outcast if it was not for the fact that I was, as per my contract, married to the king. I knew nothing of their ways, neither did I know who was who and who was friend or foe. How much more powerless could a girl be that would match this feeling?

"Mehtis?" he called again. I knew what he wanted, and that was a proper answer.

"Yes, my lord." I replied to him.

Then he began to speak words of comfort. "I bought you, didn't I? But that doesn't make you mere property. You have your worth. Regardless, there are things that are expected of you."

Jamal took a step back. Towering over me. Now he was authoritative and the next things he was going to say were surely commands. "I would require you to be with me always. Every night you would change my clothes, we would sleep together every night in order to get my child as soon as possible. Is that clear?"

At the sound of 'sleep together every night' my heart stopped and my face flushed red. He really meant it. Did his use of every night also imply today? I soon got the answer as his fingers found the hook of the strap of my dress and unclicked it.

"You are a slender one," he said. "If you wish to withstand me, you have to put in the calories more and more." His eyes were no longer on mine now but had strayed too far down that my whole body shivered. I knew where he was looking at. "The servants would prepare every meal you desire so you can add as much weight as you desire. My strength is too great for this slender body"

Jamal Kunis POV

I felt my desires overcoming me. Initially, when I left her at the staircase, I had told myself that she just had the face of the Dark Witch and that was as many similarities as could be possible, she was in no way going to make me feel anyway different from the way I had been feeling all my life. I had expected to be mechanically indifferent when I would be around her. I thought all I had to do was randomly do the deed and get my son and send her on her way back to her fellow wretched human beings. But there was something delicate about her that was making my head spin.

Flashes of my time with the Dark Witch began to materialize the more I came close to her. Before I knew what I was doing, I had undone the strap of her dress and all of her clothing was soon falling before my feet. Leaving her bare in front of me. Her body began to shiver again and she looked up at me with helpless eyes. I held the stare but as usual, she took her eyes away from me. Her eyes glittered as she looked away.

I traced my hands from her shoulders, following the make of her collarbone until my hands placed themselves securely on her breast. I could cup it all in my large palms and they felt like a balloon filled with water in them. I squished it gently, caressing it and playing with it, lightly stroking her nipples. During this, I stole glances at her face. The face she made showed that she was truly inexperienced in this aspect of life.

Her face was a mixture of different emotions.

I had barely begun and she was already feeling it all. Truly this type was hard to find: inexperienced and naïve.

I had had enough of the little teases so I picked her up effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed. Her weight was like that of a feather, she could ride at my back and would not even notice her presence. So light, I thought. Are they usually this light, humans?

I positioned myself beneath her and slowly parted her legs to reveal the unadulterated part she had been preserving for whichever guy she probably deemed worthy. Tight in its appearance and almost sealed up with the hymen, her slits were perfect beauty.

As my hands reached for my prize, she closed her legs and looked at me. To my partial surprize, her eyes were teary. Why was she crying?

"What is it?" I asked. Perhaps colder than I had intended it to come out.

"Please don't," she begged.

"Why?" I asked, calming myself from getting pissed.

"If you don't mind. Since I am just a surrogate rather than an actual wife can it be possible that you don't have sex with me and we use other methods?"

"I'm sorry but according to the contract there is provision that we do it this way."

"Please." She kept on saying. It was infuriating.