Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 184: Too Big {+18}

Violet almost felt her jaw hit the ground as she slowly did her best to close her mouth, continuing to look at Cain, who also continued to watch her. It was obvious what he was trying to say.

I treated you well, and you ran off. If I didn’t buy you back, you would have been slaving somewhere for some fat old man or worse...diced into pieces by organ dealers. Both of which were completely true.

Still, it was hard for Violet to agree to the idea of being called a pet, much less being treated like one. But at the same time, she couldn’t bear having the chain on her leg stuck to her skin for another day.

’If you want me to beg...I can beg!’ she internally grumbled and outwardly glared as she slowly got off the bed and moved toward him, even as she heard the clattering sounds the chain made on the floor as she walked.

It wasn’t until she got in front of him, about a foot away, that she opened her mouth to speak. "Please—" she began, only to be interrupted as Cain blatantly looked down at her from his much taller height, leaning against the table with his arms still folded across his chest.

"A dog should beg on all fours!" he said, words that instantly made her flare up in anger as her eyes blazed even hotter than before, barely managing to look down in time before she exploded.

’Calm down! Fucking calm the fuck down! Unless you want to be stuck in this room with a chain, then calm down!’ she practically yelled at herself as she slowly sank to her knees, doing her best to get her breath and breathing under control, even as she felt that she was close to exploding.

She was poor, yes! But never had she been treated like she wasn’t even human. She was surprised to find that instead of crying, all she felt was undiluted anger, which she would have liked to take out on Cain but couldn’t, considering the fact that he was untouchable.

"Please, I beg you!" she began again, using the words he wanted to hear. "Please remove the chain! I promise to behave!" she swore, her head still fixed on the ground as she knelt there with both hands on her thighs and her head bowed.

But the words had barely left her lips when she felt Cain’s fingers slide into her hair, down to the base of her neck, all the way to her jaw, pushing her head up to look at him as he began to speak.

"Why should I trust you? Your promises are meaningless!" he told her right to her face with a hint of a smile as his gaze slid down her face to the gown she wore, a lustful expression on his face if she had ever seen one.

One that almost made a smirk appear on her face as she realized that he clearly wanted her, prepared to use that to her advantage, only to see the expression on his face disappear, replaced with a frown as he pulled his hand back and heavily sighed, speaking in a more serious tone than she had ever heard him use.

"I don’t trust you! I can’t ever remove the chain. I can take you on walks, but the chain remains, not to mention the collar around—"

"Please!" Violet begged with more intensity than before as she realized that whatever madness she had assumed had disappeared from Cain’s world had just been hiding, waiting for a chance to display just how far it could go.

"Please—I’ll obey you! I won’t leave! I promise! I can prove it to you!" The thought of having to spend one more day in the room, locked in regardless of how big the room was, was terrifying, considering the fact that unlike the cell she had been in, where she had hoped for a savior, there was no one she could think of who would care enough or was brave enough to take her away from Cain.

Violet was prepared to beg on the edge of tears and plead some more when she watched Cain’s fingers reach out to place a finger against her lips, stopping her from saying more as he spoke instead.

"Prove it?" he asked, his tone much lower and deeper as he looked down at her while gesturing to the front of his pants. "Go ahead!"

For a few seconds, a look of confusion flashed across her face, utterly confused about what it meant until a second later when it clicked, jerking her head up to look at him with a shocked expression, even as he had nothing but an arrogant expression on his face as he looked back.

Not saying a word as he continued to lean against the table, waiting. Violet wanted to refuse, but she knew that the second she backed out, she would pay an even bigger price in the next week that followed, when all her stubbornness had broken down and she was ready to do anything to get out.

The steady and sly look in his eye annoyed her, as he looked at her almost like he knew something she herself didn’t. In the next second, Violet raised her hands and undid the zip of his pants with no hesitation whatsoever, unbuttoning it, trying to convince herself that the earlier she got it over with, the better.

Taken aback to discover that he was already hard even before she came face to face with his pulsing cock, his gaze still fixed on her as he silently watched her.

"Can I use my hand?" Violet asked, not at all surprised to hear a hint of impatience in his tone as he immediately responded. "What do you think?" He didn’t do anything else, his eyes fixed on her like she was something he couldn’t take his eyes off.

Refusing to spend any more time dawdling instead of getting it over with, she slowly took him into her mouth, shocked to find out that the head was barely in when the size of him could no longer go deeper.

’He’s huge...wondering just how he had been able to—’ Refusing to dwell on those thoughts, Violet began to softly move her mouth, feeling her teeth graze against him, glancing up at him only to see him give no reaction whatsoever as he continued to silently watch her. Like he saw something interesting and nothing that showed he was feeling anything like the pleasure he was supposed to feel.

Intent on finishing like she was supposed to, Violet struggled to open her mouth wider, trying to take in more of him, only to end up with a bulging out as she raised her eyes to look at him again, only to see a bigger smile on his face as he finally opened his mouth to speak, his fingers reaching to touch the tips of her hair.

"You look cute! It’s hard to believe you’re not trying to please me!" he said, even as Violet pulled back, about to glare at him, only to recall how that was the last thing she should do at that moment as she opened her mouth to speak in a soft tone that carried every bit of grievance she could muster.

"You’re too big!" she said, desperately hoping that he would give her a break and simply call the entire thing off.