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Forty: First Kiss
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The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-One: Mind Games
FLEKII opened my eyes groggily. It was one of the few times that I was able to sleep deeply and soundly and it was also one of those times that my sleep was plundered with nightmares of my past, nightmares that I've forced out of my mind, that I wasn't capable of remembering unless they rear their ugly heads in even more terrible forms in my nightmares. I straightened before standing up from the bed and that was when the strange thing happened, I felt a strange taste on my lips, a taste that wasn't there when my unconscious dragged me off to the unknown. I licked my lips to ascertain if I was right or not and fuck me, I was right. Why was I tasting ginger and pearls on my lips when I've not even tasted anything like that in days? And why the fuck was my entire body and room smelling of that scent that I belonged to the blue-eyed which called Lustre? Was I hallucinating things about her now? Was my unconscious playing a cruel joke on me because I'd spent the last days thinking ab
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Two: Punishment
Fuck, Lustre, you're too perfect.I still remembered how he had muttered those words against my lips, the low timbre of his voice that had sent my thoughts spiraling and had made my body come alive under his reverent touches, under the strokes of his lips against mine, under the hypnotizing look in his eyes, his eyes that had always seemed so vacant then had come alive and I didn't know what to make of that. I didn't know what to make of what happened. The fact that he had kissed me.The fact that he even knows my name and had called me by my name and he called me perfect. Was any of that real or had I suddenly teleported into another realm where Alpha Fleki wasn't a monster that eats people like me for breakfast and was actually capable of emotions? Even if a part of him was capable of emotions and feelings, why would it be unlocked toward me? I wouldn't be delusional enough to think that he thinks more of me than a whore who he wants to fuck senseless. But then, there was that
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Three: His Little Plaything
FLEKIThe fuck?The actual freaking fuck?I wanted to stop, to halt from doing what I was doing but I couldn't bring myself to stop, not with the whimpers that were escaping from her mouth with each smack delivered to her ass cheeks. Not with the way she was raising her ass in invitation and in anticipation of my next smack. Now with the way she was clenching her thighs together, definitely trying to create friction in her core because the smell of her arousal was so intense and wild that I could taste it in the air. Not with her responsiveness, her eagerness, her submissiveness like a cunt whose purpose was only to get fucked. And definitely not with my excitement, my feral and uncontrollable excitement that was so intense and wild that it made my dick so hard it hurts like her. I've never been this excited about sex, about fucking, it was just a means to an end for me, something to get me to have a release, something to vent out all my anger and frustrations in, and something to
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Four
LUSTREIt was nothing short of a miracle that I was still able to even breathe properly after the rounds and rounds of what couldn't be described as sex but as brutal fucking. He had taken me over and over against his desk, on the floor, against the wall, and even when my limbs had tired out completely, he made me kneel down and he fucked my mouth with absolute and total thoroughness and he came not only in my mouth but all over my tits and body and he had ordered me to suck him dry before ordering me to suck him dry. "Eat and take care of your body before I call for you next time. I'm going to be using that body a lot and I don't want you fainting on me," he had said in a very gruff and somewhat exhausted voice before leaving him in his bedroom and going to his bathroom. I needed no soothsayer to tell me that he was done with me for the moment and that I had to leave. I dragged my tired body from the wall that I had slumped against and managed to shrug my hands into my now torn gow
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Five
LUSTREThe whole Hell’s Hall was bubbling with the preparations of the Annual Ball Dinner that was always hosted by Alpha Fleki. When I asked Miimii what the Ball was all about, she said she doesn't know that much about it before it hasn't been hosted since she was brought to Hell’s Hall but there were more than enough whispers among the maids, especially the old maids for me to know what the ball was all about. It was always held annually by Alpha Fleki and he uses it to host all the Alphas in Silvercrest with their heirs which were completely unbelievable because this was someone who didn't give two fucks about the rest of the packs so I didn't understand why he was hosting them in his house. Why would he even bring them to his house when he knows full well that they hated his guts thoroughly and they might actually attempt to kill him or something?It's been a couple of days since that encounter with him and within that period, I've lost count of the number of times he had actua
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Six
LUSTREThis time around, I clearly knew what made me to stop and I stilled my movements, to hear it better. I did. It was crying. The silent one was filled with hiccups and sniffings and all. I looked around to gauge the direction where it was coming from and my mouth parted slightly when I realized it was that room that the weird girl disappeared into a couple of days ago. That was her room. Was she the one crying or her roommate or... There was only one way to find out and I was already at the door. I knocked softly and without waiting for a response from the other side, I pushed the door open and stuck my head in. The room was bare and devoid of any human being and it made me frown because I was completely sure that the sound was coming from there. "Oh my God!" I yelled in panic at the suddenness of the pair of red and swollen eyes that I was looking into and I almost stumbled to the floor. I slammed my palm over my chest to calm my heart which was now beating erratically down
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Seven
FLEKI"Luna will be your date for the ball, right?" Reid asked from where he was sitting across me in my study."Yes, of course," it was going to be Luna so I didn't understand why he was asking an obvious question, "should that even be a question?""Well," he shrugged indifferently, "it shouldn't be a question but recent developments have made it into one."I cocked my brows questioningly at him because I don't understand what he was talking about."I mean with your recent infatuation with the blue-haired girl, I was thinking she'd be the eye candy and the plaything you'd want to flaunt that day and besides, she's way prettier than Luna.""She's just a whore," I gritted out, angry at myself that the first thing that popped into my mind at his words were images of her dressed in a blue gown that accentuated her blue eyes and hair for the party. I could picture her hanging by my hands, her pouty lips coated in red and her being the envy of every single female at the ball because she su
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Eight: Getting To Know Her
LUSTREThe fuss about the upcoming ball was spreading like a pandemic in Hell’s Hall and the preparations had started in earnest. It was just a week away and the hall on the first floor was starting to get repainted and redecorated. Luna had stepped into the role of a full-blown lady of the house and she had completely taken over the preparations of everything food and merriments about the party. I expected her to use her newfound position to bully me, to make my life a living hell, to berate me, to make the dynamics of our relationship evident; that she's the Queen and I'm nothing but a measly maid that'll always be beneath her but instead, she was flat-out ignoring my existence. It was as if she couldn't even see me, as if I wasn't there. I wasn't sure if the Alpha’s command that I shouldn’t partake in any chore except serving his meals and warming his bed had extended to her but I was sure even if it had, she'd have still found a way to berate and ignore me. Maybe she had just re
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