6

Olga

Necros grunted as he thrust into me one final time and finished. I had no pleasure from the experience, just soreness and the sticky feeling of his cum coating my insides. No doubt it would run down my thighs next. He pulled out and smacked my ass—his way of signaling that I could now lower myself to my stomach, if I wanted.

"Time to get ready, wife. Lots of important guests coming and I can't wait to show you off." He slid from the bed and pulled his pants up; he never bothered to take them off. I'd yet to see him fully naked since we married six months ago. He only wanted a quick fuck, something he required I give.

"I hope you'll be on your best behavior tonight," he continued. "Wouldn't want to have to reprimand you for showing me up."

I swallowed as I slowly sat up on the bed. The weight of his stare sent ice through my veins, the threat underlining his words palpable.

"I'll make sure I don't embarrass you," I managed to reply, my throat dry. The words sounded wrong to my ears. I wouldn't be the one doing the idiotic things. I'd be the perfect subservient wife. It was all I knew how to do -- take orders and be bullied into saving the world for everyone else at my own cost.

At least I would get to meet new people tonight.

I plastered a smile on my face as my husband gathered his black leather jacket from a Queen Anne chair in my room and pulled it back around him.

"Good girl." He rewarded me with a tap to the head, similar to how one might pat a small creature. "I want you to wear color tonight. No black. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Black would suit my mood better, but I would find something to satisfy him. Might even enjoy it.

Like a rainbow amongst the darkness, my wardrobe offered an outfit in every color, all grouped together like the meteorological phenomenon. Mira and I had enjoyed shopping together and then sorting the clothes. It was a trip my husband had funded.

He's not all bad, I thought, chiding myself for ever thinking ill of my husband. He wasn't a bad man, really. He looked after me and gave me wonderful possessions, but sometimes monetary objects weren't everything. I wanted companionship, laughter and chatter, and maybe a little passion.

"Good. I'll be back to retrieve you shortly."

Sighing heavily, I watched Necros take his leave before standing up and wrapping myself in a gown. I could feel the evidence of yet another attempt to get me pregnant leaking from inside me. I hoped it worked this time, as the last thing I wanted to do was displease Necros. He needed this from me to secure his power.

Apart from his short visits to fuck me, I saw very little of my husband. He was busy networking with the kingdoms surrounding Winsorer.

Still, I was grateful he gave me these short moments of his life.

A tear trickled out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek.

Who the hell was I kidding? I hated it here.

My world had fallen apart since I married Necros, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I was lonely and bored and did little but read all day, every day. At least as his fiancée, I'd been busy with preparations for the future and trainings on how to be a dutiful wife. Now, it was as though my life had become little more than a vessel for my husband to stick his dick in whenever...

A quiet knock cut into my thoughts.

"Come in," I called, knowing who it would be before Zaya appeared with her head bowed. My husband never knocked.

"My Queen," she said, curtsying. She did it every time despite my telling her to stop with the formalities. Respect for authority was drilled into her by her parents. The women of her family always served the queen in some capacity, and I was grateful to have her by my side. She knew exactly what I needed to do, plus she had a wicked sense of humor that prompted much laughter together when nobody was looking.

I motioned for her to rise.

"Shall I run you a bath?"