Chapter 5 Call Me Master

• I swirled around immediately, my heart in my stomach. How could he sneak up on me like that? I thought.
• My eyes found him after finally gathering the wits. I was greeted by his fine features once again, and my wolf started jumping around in my head.
• “Excuse me?” I asked, suddenly remembering that he asked me a question.
• “I hate repeating myself, Honey.” He said it wasn't what he said that caught my attention but how he called my name.
• He called it like he was caressing my skin with it, like his tongue was searing every part of my body into his brain. My wolf whimpered at the thought of what his tongue could do to us.
• “I heard you; I was just wondering why you're asking me that question,” I told him, ensuring my voice sounded stern.
• “You look like a fucking slut in what you're wearing, you couldn't find something more decent? Already seducing the guards?” He asked with a venom in his voice that scared me.
• I stepped back a little; his eyes were blazing with fire right now, and I wondered what I did; it wasn't my fault that they didn't have my size.
• “I'm sorry, but I'm not in any place where you can talk to me like that. I don't need to explain why I'm dressed as I am. The only thing I'm here for is to bring you your food, and I don't think anything else should be your business.” I told him, feeling a sudden anger at the way he talked to me.
• How dared he?
• “You don't want to fucking talk to me like that, princess, you may be a big thing among you and your little pack of outcasts, but right here, you're a fucking slave. My slave, do you hear that?” He said, emphasizing on the ‘slave’ part.
• He stepped closer to me, and I made sure that my fear was not showing on my face because I squared back my shoulders and moved closer to him.
• “I'm not your slave King, and I'm not going to make you treat me lesser than myself because you have a stick up in your ass all the time.” The words came out before I realized what I said. I almost clasped my hands over my mouth, but I stopped myself.
• It was on, and I could not show any sign of weakness by regretting what I said.
• “Oh, you'll see. Just try me, Honey, fucking try me, and you'll see the extent I'm willing to go to teach you a lesson.” He said, and I glared hard at him.
• “Oh yeah? I want to see you try, however. I want to see what you'll do. Will you kill me, as the rumor has it?” I asked him; I could see the veins popping on his neck.
• I knew he had one rule, and it was never to hit or hurt a woman, but I just could not help but say whatever the fuck was on my mind right now.
• “Get out.” He bit out, and we stared off for some seconds before I started going back out.
• “Come back here.” He said when I was halfway to the door.
• I sighed and walked slowly back to where he was standing.
• “The next time I see you, I don't want to see you dressed in this whore uniform.” He said slowly, but I could hear the menace in his voice.
• “Yeah? So you're telling me that the uniform your maids wear is for whores? Or am I just the only whore you see?” I ask him. He looked like he wanted to strangle me, and I knew I would die if he did, but then, I just could not help myself.
• “Take that dress off the moment you get to your room.” He said, and I shrugged and was about to walk out again.
• “Did I tell you to leave where you were standing?” He asked me bitterly.
• “I don't see what else I'm doing here,” I replied to him, and he walked towards me; I could see the color of his eyes changing. His wolf wanted to take over.
• I quickly shut up. I might be able to take on an alpha on a normal day, but I was sure I could not take on a lycan king. So I shut up.
• “You leave when I say you leave; if I tell you to sit your ass down, you'll fucking do that. Do not fucking test me.” He said, and my fucking wolf mewled.
• The fuck?
• “He sounds so fucking hot.” She said, and I almost cussed out loud, but I kept quiet.
• “Now, get me that food.” He told me, and I raised my eyebrows; I thought he wanted me to leave just now.
• His expression asked me if I had something to say; instead of telling him the smart reply in my mouth, I bit it back down and shut up.
• I walked towards the table that I kept the food on, and I carried the tray and took it to him. He was already sitting on the bed; his back was resting on the headboard, his eyes closed.
• He looked like he was sleeping, but I knew better. There was no sleep for a man like him. I was sure of it. His shoulders seemed so tense, and it was like he was built to be ready for war at any time.
• He was so hot, I could not help but stare at his broad shoulders; I wanted to feel his skin and lips…
• I returned to reality; I could not have these thoughts about him. He was an asshole, but he was my mate, and I blamed the mate bond for making me feel like this.
• I dropped the food gently on the bed and turned around to start going out.
• “What did I tell you earlier?” He asked, and I frowned.
• “You said many things earlier, my king,” I told him, and he opened his eyes.
• “I'm your fucking master; that is what you should call me.” He said, and I nodded.
• “Use your fucking words.” He told me.
• “Yes, master.”
• “That's a good servant. Now, you're not allowed to leave the spot you are until I say you can.” He told me, and I almost scoffed, but I bit it back down.
• I watched him take the first spoon of the food that was placed in his presence. He even ate like a warrior. He wasn't relaxed, and I didn't understand the sudden need to make him comfortable. It was strange and weird, but I would blame it on the mate bond.
• Freaking moon goddess.
• I looked at him eat, and there were just a lot of things about him that were addicting. The way his Adam's apple moved while he swallowed the food or his long fingers gripped the spoon.
• His hands looked so delicate and dangerous at the same time. I was in huge trouble. I hope this will be over soon, and he realizes soon enough that I am useless to him so that he can release me quickly and I can be on my way.
• I stood there all through the time that he ate, looking anywhere else but him because I didn't want my thoughts to start wandering. It was too risky, and my wolf was not even helping matters.
• The slut moaned at each spoon he carried into his mouth or whenever he made a grunting sound.
• I just wanted this to be over quickly.
• Finally, he was done, and I sighed in relief. I was not sure if I could stand there any longer.
• When he dropped the cup and rested on the headboard again, I quickly took the tray and walked towards the door.
• “Don't let me see you in that fucking dress again, Honey.” He said, and I was about to talk again, but I kept quiet. Basking in the way he called my name.
• Instead of replying, I opened the door and stepped outside.
• That was intense as fuck, and I could not help but feel like this was just the beginning.