6. Fatal Attraction

( WARNING!!! I am in no way pro the idea of lack of consent. Please seek consent before you touch anyone. This is purely fiction and should not be practiced in real life. Thank you!! Proceed with caution. )

My room was spacious and exquisite-looking. The walls were rose gold with gold patterns on them. My king-sized bed was at the center of the room and it was covered by rose gold bedding and gold-colored pillows. Opposite the bed was a vanity table that had makeup products, hairbrushes, and other essentials.

There was a balcony on the side of the room and I rushed to it to see if I could make my escape. To my disappointment, it was locked. What was the point of it if it was only going to remain locked? I huffed and continued looking around.

There was a large wardrobe adjacent to the bed on the left side. I opened it and gasped at the sight. It was full of exquisite gowns, casual dresses, lacy lingerie, and silk nightdresses that left very little for the imagination.

I walked to the door that was next to the vanity table to see where it led. When I entered, I was met with an exquisite sight. The theme of the bathroom was white and gold. There was a sink with a mirror above it next to the door. Directly opposite the door to the bathroom was a toilet and there was a shower stall to my left. Aside from the shower, there was a gold-colored bathtub.

Even my room back in the apartment was not this good-looking. I had to stop myself from feeling a little happiness from this because I was a slave. A sex slave at that.

I opened the cupboard in the bathroom and I found essential oils and shower gels in there. It really was a privilege being the king's sex slave. The only downside was that you had to give up your body.

I sighed and decided to take a shower. I stripped and got in the shower, making sure I had my towel close by so I wouldn't have to strut naked. I took my time in there, not remembering the last time I had relaxed in the bathroom. At the servant quarters, slaves used buckets to bathe. It was always a cold bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. However, when I entered my room, there was a figure sitting on the bed. The darkness he exuded engulfed me, eliciting a shiver from me.

The king was seated on my bed with the hoodie still covering his face. The hoodie was from a long leather-like jacket that reached his waist. He was wearing pants that looked like leather but I could tell they weren't leather.

He was also barefoot and his elbows were resting on his thighs. Instinctively, I held my towel tighter to my body. I stayed rooted to my spot, afraid of what would happen if I moved a muscle. In a second, he was right in front of me.

I wanted to run but I couldn't get my feet to move. He scared me to the core because my heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it thumping in my ear. His scent was eerily familiar. It was a metallic musky scent with a hint of smoke and leather. It felt oddly comforting and it shouldn't have because this was a creature of the night. He killed my kind to ensure his survival.

I couldn't see his eyes but I knew he was looking at me because I felt his eyes on me. Slowly, he lifted my wet hair and brought it to his nose. He took a deep inhale before dropping it. He walked closer to me so our chests were almost touching.

He brought his hand to my towel and in one swift motion, it fell off my body and onto the floor. I gasped and tried to cover my body with my hands, making him smirk. My embarrassment was entertainment to him.

I felt exposed and vulnerable. I didn't want to be bare in front of him. Using his finger, he left a trail from the valley of my breasts. Instead of repulsion, I felt goosebumps forming on my skin and a shiver running down my spine. His cold touch had an effect on me that I couldn't explain.

Desire settled at the pit of my stomach as I willed myself to have some self-control. My mind was saying one thing but my body was betraying me. I knew he could sense the effect he had on me because he continued trailing downwards.

My breath hitched and my eyes closed on their own accord. His finger went down my stomach and past my navel. Liquid heat pooled in my center and my body was burning up. I wasn't thinking. All I wanted was for him to ease the tension I felt between my thighs.

Just as he reached my abdomen, his hand stopped. I opened my eyes to look at him but he was gone and I was all alone in my room. I felt like I had imagined the whole thing but I could still smell his scent lingering in the room and my body burned where he had touched me.

Embarrassed that I had fallen for his charm, I picked up my towel and stomped to my wardrobe. I was angry and frustrated. He had stolen my dignity and my pride. Why was I even attracted to him? I chalked it up as mind control because there was no way that I could behave like that in my right state of mind.

After wearing a pink silk nightdress that reached right below my ass, I walked to the door and locked it to ensure he couldn't come in and out of my bedroom when he felt like it.

I walked to my bed and something caught my eye on the bedside table. It was a piece of paper. I lifted it and read the contents on it. They were rules and I saw that Athena had already told us some of them.

I was supposed to maintain good hygiene, go to the king whenever he needed me, get enough rest, always obey the king, and leave my door unlocked at night. Those weren't the only ones of course but my mind was too tired to comprehend the rest so I returned the paper where I had found it.

I would do everything they asked but I wouldn't leave my door unlocked. Who knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows when it was nighttime? That and the fact that I didn't want to risk him entering my bedroom when I was in the shower. I needed to be mentally prepared before he put his cold and evil hands on me.

I got in bed and pulled the covers over my body. The bed was so comfortable that my eyes started closing, the tiredness taking over.

" Leela…"

I heard a whisper and I jerked awake. Not that I had gotten an opportunity to even fall asleep. I looked around to see if there was anyone else in the room besides me but there was no one.

I closed my eyes and attempted to fall back asleep but I felt a presence in the room. I got up and switched on the lights to look for whoever was in my room.

When I came up short, I sighed and got in bed once more. Once I shut my eyes, there was a pair of mismatched eyes staring back at me. I let the eyes pull me into a deep and peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, there was a red lily on my bedside table accompanied by a note.

I'm the only one allowed to touch you. I'll see you soon, little bird.

~your secret admirer