Alpha King’s Virgin Slave
Chapter 16

Lorena POV

I heaved a sigh and stared at the entrance waiting for him to appear through the door. After Miss Donna informed me that Fenrir was coming to visit me that night, I waited for him. I had even dressed up while waiting for him. I had not wanted to wear the red lingerie but Miss Donna forced me to. "Remember, to get what you want, you have to make sacrifices," I remembered her words. I was the sacrifice that night for Fenrir.

It was time to finally lose my virginity to him. The lingerie that I wore made me look like a seductress. It was a triangle bra with adjustable straps, thong-fit bottom, and a suspender belt. Miss Donna had me do a makeover which made me feel like I was selling myself off fo Fenrir. My face was caked up like a doll and the lipstick on my lips was a dark shade giving me a badass lady look. As I sat on my bed while waiting for him, I thought about what he would think of me when he saw how I had dressed up got him. He'll probably think that i was desperate for him.

When I heard the door click open, I adjusted myself on the bed and sat at the center of the bed waiting like the s*x slave that I should be. Even though I didn't pay attention in class, I could still do a few things and that is giving Fenrir the pleasure he wanted. My heart races fast as he walked toward me. I had dimmed the light hoping that he'll come to the bed and we just get into attention but instead, the light came on and I saw Fenrir's glaring eyes as he made his way towards me. I grabbed the bed cover and draped it

over me.

"Why are you covering yourself?" Fenrir asked as he walked towards me slowly with calculating steps. As he reached my side, I visibly gulped as he stretched forth his hand for me to take.

"What are you doing?" I didn't expect him to ask for my hand. All I had expected the moment he walked into the room was for him to take me and I'll pleasure him. I refused to take his hands and he walked closer to the bed and sat on it. It was the first time I'll be seeing him in casual wear. He wore a white shirt and a pair of black jeans. His muscular body hugged the shirt like a second skin. Two buttons were opened showing off his bare chest. I could also see the tattoo at the center of his chest. It was the tattoo of a name and I curiously strained my eyes to read it.

Maria, that was the name tattooed on Fenrir's body. Who could maria be? An ex-lover? I needed answers to my thoughts but that was not the time for it.

"What a lovely night!" Fenrir exclaimed. "Cover yourself up ause the servants are bringing us food," Fenrir informed me and I quickly covered up my body with the bed cover. When the door burst open and the servants walked in with two chairs and a table, I lowered my head in embarrassment until they left. "Come," Fenrir grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the table. The cover around my body dropped to the ground revealing my outfit. I tried to cover myself but Fenrir ordered me not to in a low but, sexy tone. "Don't do that," he said and lowered his head to my face. "You look hot tonight," he winked at me.

I stared at him dumbfounded and at the same time, he got a reaction from me and that is my body shivering to his touch. "Let's have dinner first and we get down to it," he kissed my neck and I swore that I could have fallen if he had not held my hand. "Easy there," he guide me to the chair and made me sit down before seating opposite me.

"I...." I couldn't speak and stuttered like a fool. The foods on the table were not what I had expected. The first thing I saw was spaghetti and I was overwhelmed that I was about to eat such a lovely meal.

"This is spaghetti carbonara," Fenrir pointed to the spaghetti and urged me to eat. I cleared my throat as I picked up the fork.

When I placed the fork with the spaghetti in my mouth, I moaned. "It was tasty and unlike anything I have ever had," I licked my lips as I finished swallowing the meal.

"Moaning like that would want me to have you, "Fenrir winked at me.

I choked on the drink that I had in my hand and coughed out. Fenrir stood up and walked to my back. He caressed it gently and I closed my eyes embracing his strong arms." your hands are rough but yet smooth," I said as I rolled my head backward and dropped the fork in my hand.

"Eat," he ordered.

How does he even expect me to eat when he was rubbing my back in such a manner? Eating would only take the food to the wrong pipe and I couldn't afford to choke to death. "How do you mean your Highness?" I asked him but instead of replying, he slapped me on the back. "What...." Another slap but instead of feeling pain, I felt pleasure instead.

"You will regard me as your master, slave," He said.

He could have just said that instead of hitting me but I didn't have to complain about that because it was pleasurable. "Yes, master. " I answered him sounding like a doll. Like a real s*x slave.

"Eat," he ordered, and as if under his control, I picked the fork again and started hitting. Fenrir grabbed my throat as I swallowed the food. I didn't even know if he was trying to choke me to the death but surprisingly, I found pleasure in what he was doing. His hands left my throat and trailed down to where my breasts were. They were ready for him as my nipples become hard and perky. Fenrir fondled both of my breasts and I couldn't contain the excitement that I felt inside of me. I dropped the fork and it fell to the ground making a disturbing noise until it stopped. "Continue eating!" Fenrir said, his hands not leaving my breasts as he continued to tease them. My body reacted quickly to his touch and I could feel my p***y already wet for him.

"Master," I moaned as he kissed my collarbone and nibbled on my ear. "Right there master," I grunted and bites my lower lips.

Fenrir suddenly let go of me and all the pleasures inside of me suddenly disappeared with it. He walked back to his seat and sat down. "What are you doing?" I didn't like what was happening. Just like in the car when he left me alone longing for his touch, he was doing the same again.

"You don't get to question your master," Fenrir warned in a stern tone and I quickly lowered my head in apology.

As much as I hated to be around Fenrir when it comes to the s****l part, I always act like I was a sucker for him.

"Seeing as you are not eating, I should believe that you are no longer hungry?" He asked.

I tried to speak and explain to him that I couldn't focus on eating because he was all over me but, Fenrir cut me off and stood up from his chair. He picked up the whipped cream on the table and pushed the rest of the food on the table to the ground and I covered my ears when I heard the crashing noise.

I couldn't understand why he had to do that. He could have just asked me to continue eating instead of wasting so much food. "Lay on the table," he ordered.

Just like that. He wasn't going to tell me why he had wasted so much food. "Why?" I simply asked.