ELORA

As the king's large hand enveloped my head, I realized that I wasn't fully prepared to play the role required of me. It wasn't a surprise to me that we slave were to please our masters sexually but I hadn't thought about being in this situation with the king.

His grip on my head was gentle as he bobbed my head, up and down, over his crotch. If I wasn't so worked out about our disguise blowing up, I may have enjoyed having his hands on me. He sped up the movement and my face burned. I was never going to get used to this; the auction house and...