Asher
"Take off my clothes," I ordered Edmund.
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. And he was right. I have indeed lost my fucking mind. Hours after the fight, after I declared to anyone who cared to know that Edmund was back at my side. Not as my betrothed, or lover, but as my slave.
While the fight took place, I watched with fury and interest the way the men from the other empires stared at Edmund. It's one thing to be a fine omega, and another to be an omega tough in battle. Each on their own have their unique strengths but when they mix, it's enough to make even the most powerful of alphas, to want a taste.
When I trained with Edmund, and taught him everything he knew. Ranging from battle IQ, to how to use a sword, and how to throw a fist, I trained him because I wanted a competitive partner. A partner who could bend in the bedroom and fight like a god. A partner that was worthy of me. That partner was—or would have been Edmund.
During the fight, it took almost everything in me not to call it off. I didn't know that fighting would be the sport for the festival. It was supposed to be dancing but somehow, the order was changed.
Someone amongst my military associates, has somehow amassed enough power to command such a change. I should be out there finding the fool but here I am, with my new slave.
I had to. I couldn't bear to give him up for anyone's twisted recreation. He was mine to use and mine to dump.
In Milanti, a slave was by far worse than any rank. Our slaves are treated with respect and dignity but they lack say, essence or any worth in Milanti. The reason why a lot of people weren't pissed at the fact that I made Edmund my slave, was because they knew he'd lose even more face than he did before.
But that's their problem, not mine.
"I seem to be repeating myself a lot, Edmund. I've been merciful enough to give you a second chance, so please, do not test my patience."
Edmund raises his face to look at me. I couldn't help it, my eyes move to his lips and I had to restrain myself from covering the space between us, bending him over and fucking his stubbornness out of him.
After what seemed like eternity, he walked up to me. He reached for my robe with shivering hands. Up close I could see the scratches on his face, his lips were cut too. Those fuckers. I ordered for them to be executed tonight. Fools. They touched what's mine. Played with it and didn't even bother to take it easy on him.
Wasn't their fault for following the rules but when have I ever given a fuck?
Before I could stop myself, my hands shot up and gripped his jaw. A low sound escaped his lips and I so badly wanted to throw every ounce of self control, just so I could hear more of it.
"You're hurt," I say, barely masking my anger.
"Didn't think you'd care," he replied with a hint of smugness.
"Do you want me to? Were you hoping for something different?"
He looked up at me. Those bewitching eyes of his were now burning into my soul. His breath quickened, and so did mine.
I reached out and pulled him to my chest. He didn't fight or struggle but he bent his head again.
I was more than a few inches taller than Edmund but now, I wished I wasn't. I so badly wanted to stare him down. Know the reason why he's holding back, force out the words he's hiding from me, and then fuck him on the balcony with only our moans as a testament of the madness we both share.
But I can't do that. Yet.
"Eyes on me, Edmund."
He manages to lift his face and I feel my control slipping away faster. My hands shoot up on their own accord and my fingers slowly trace the cut on his lips.
"Is it painful?" I ask, sincerely.
"Nothing I can't handle." His voice sounded hoarse and I could feel my dick growing even more. His unsettling behavior is becoming a drug and knowing that I'm the reason why he looks so flushed and so fuckable, I try my best to remember why I'm doing this in the first place.
Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. Yeah right. Almost forgot.
"That's a good thing then. You'll be handling my pleasure tonight."
Edmund gasps and it takes everything in me not to reach for his lips and suck in every gasp and moan that would follow.
"Why do you seem surprised? Did you think I'd make you my slave just so you can wander about cooking up more betrayal antics?" The last past visibly affects him. His looks hurt and I could see the pain in his eyes.
Why? Why the sudden show of emotion? I'm the one who's the victim, you don't get to act affected when you ruined everything. You ruined us.
"What do you want from me?" His voice sounded so low, I wasn't sure if he actually spoke.
"Get on the bed," I say with a final breath before releasing him.
Edmund sighs and walks to the bed. But instead of sitting there, he kneels on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm your slave, and as such, this is my place. If you must have me, you will expressly make that clear."
A smirk works its way to the corner of my mouth. That haughty attitude. Even now, it still has the same effect on me as it did in the past.
"Very well then. I want to have you tonight. Wait. No, that's not quite it. Tonight, I'm going to take what I should have taken years ago. Tonight," I say, walking to where he knelt.
"Tonight, I'm going to fuck you and stuff you with my cock until your delirious with the taste and feel of my cum in your mouth. Now, get on the fucking bed, Edmund."