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Her toes curled, her eyes rolled, her lips parted in a squeal of pure delight as her body thrilled with a feeling unlike any she had ever experienced in her life. A full body orgasm, pleasure on a cellular level. It rushed from the core of her, where his tongue met her flesh and it raced through every part of her, all the way to the very tips of her fingers and toes, rippling over her scalp.

Every muscle that had become tense relaxed, every problem her mind had been desperately clinging to was gone. For one sweet moment, there was nothing but utter release, and for that moment, she was free of shackles she had never known she was wearing, a burden she had never known she was carrying. She left herself, became more than herself. She became part of him and part of everything… and then she was back. Back in the physicality of her body, feeling the weight of her limbs and the exhaustion in every part of her being. She was so, so tired.

CHAPTER 8

Casimer kept Mika close the first day. She slept in his arms, and when she awoke he was there to breakfast with her. He seemed unwilling to leave her alone for even a second, and she was grateful for his presence. A new world was a frightening proposition, and it was good to have someone strong to guide and reassure her.

Where his presence became a little harder to deal with was when he showed every sign of taking his declaration of her being his pet absolutely seriously. It began with breakfast.

“I’m really not that hungry,” she said as the maids confronted her with platter after platter of charred meat. She had already watched as Casimer devoured what seemed to her to be the better part of a small roast sheep. His appetite was incredible, but he did have a lot of muscle to maintain. He was a huge creature, and in the light of a new day, she found herself once more surprised at his masculine beauty. It was difficult to look at him without fizzing inside with an excitement she could only describe as intense infatuation.

The irony of the situation was that he really didn’t need to go through all the effort he’d gone through to essentially kidnap her. She would have gone with him had he simply asked. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and she was fairly certain he would be the most handsome man she would ever see. Even with his insistence on treating her as a simple pet, she loved being in his presence. He was charismatic in the extreme. Every time he so much as looked at her with that arctic gaze, butterflies launched themselves into a stomach-bound cloud that acted to suppress her appetite.

“You must eat something,” he said. “If meat does not please you, I can have fruit brought, or baked goods.”

“I’m okay,” she insisted.

“You don’t understand, pet,” Casimer growled softly. “I am not a waiter from your world, attempting to entice you into an order. I am your owner, and I know that you have not eaten for over twenty-four hours. You need to eat to maintain strength. It is not a matter I care to argue over.”

“I’ll eat when I’m hungry,” Mika replied pertly. Yes, he was a king. In this world, he was the king, but that didn’t mean she had to just give in. He thought of her as a pet, but she would soon show him that she was not. She would show him that she was strong-willed and independent and that she marched to the beat of her own drum and other sentiments she would once have shared in the form of text over an image of a generic lake on social media.

It had been a day since she was last on planet Earth. There was a lot to miss. Her friends, her family, of course. Weirdly enough, she was missing her phone more than anything. It felt as though she were missing part of her actual body. The urge to check a little slim slab of electrified rock and see what other people were thinking about and clicking on was surprisingly strong.

Caught up in thoughts about what would be on her feed if she could check it, Mika ignored the fact that Casimer had gotten up from his seat. It didn’t occur to her that her response might actually have some kind of consequence. Not until her chair suddenly swung out from under her butt. Casimer grabbed her on the way down, making sure she didn’t hit the floor too hard. He guided her down to her knees, back into a similar position to the one their sexual exploration had begun in initially.

“Listen to me, and listen to me well,” he purred down at her. “I give you orders, pet. You obey them. You eat, sleep, and eliminate on my command, if I so desire.”

Shocked, Mika was lost for a response. In the light of day, in the company of a handsome man, in pleasant surroundings with plants and chairs and a table overlooking a private garden, she had been able to pretend that she was still on Earth. This was a sharp and almost frightening reminder that she was not. Casimer was not some hunky suitor. He was a possessive monarch who believed in his absolute domain over her.

“Do you understand, pet?”

She felt so very small, and the harsh tones in which he spoke made her feel very much chastised. She wanted to come up with some smart-ass reply that would show how self-possessed and unafraid she was, but she found her mouth dry and her mind empty of smart responses. There was really only one response she could give.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

Casimer pulled the chair she had recently vacated over and sat on it; keeping her on her knees, he drew her between his legs. With one hand locked in the back of her hair, he used the other to pick a piece of roasted meat from the plate. He offered it to her, held it to her lips.

“Open, pet,” he urged.

She allowed her lips to part enough for him to slip the meat into her mouth. It tasted quite delicious. It was beautifully seasoned and had been cooked in such a way to make it succulent and tender. At the very taste of it, her body remembered that it was hungry. But she couldn’t help her resistance. She didn’t want to be so easily tamed. She wanted to make it harder for him. So instead of chewing, instead of swallowing as much as she wanted to, she held it in her mouth and looked back into his eyes with a grim determination, knowing that it would irritate him.

“You are being deliberately disobedient,” he noted. “I see we are having a test of wills, pet. Tell me, who do you think will win?”

Mika opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and let the meat fall from her mouth to the floor below. It was a deliberate, slow act that increased the tension between them considerably.

Casimer’s left brow raised slowly.

“So,” he mused. “You choose punishment over food. That speaks to your true hunger more than you might think, pet. You must be so in need of a thrashing that you are unable to eat until you receive it.”

“No!” Mika gasped. “That’s not it. I’m just… not going to let you tell me what to do every second of the day. I’m not a pet, I’m a person.”

“You are both,” Casimer said. “And when I have you trained, I will not have to order you about every second of every day. You will know what is expected of you, and you will act according to the rules and customs of our realm. But today, you are new. Today you are in need of training. And right now, you need to eat.”

Truth was, she was getting more and more hungry. The taste of food in her mouth had made her stomach growl. Maybe he was right, and maybe she was just being contrary in order to resist him. Now she was going to have to submit with the very act of eating.

“Okay,” she said. “I guess I’ll eat something. Let me up.”

“Oh, no,” Casimer said, shaking his head down at her. “You will stay there and you will eat from my fingers, pet. You have already proven that you are not tame enough to sit and eat from a plate.”