I want to curse him. So badly.

But instead of calling him names, I channel all my frustration to touching myself, letting him know what he's missing out on. I rub my womanhood, feeling the love juice drenching out of me. Being pregnant causes my discharge to overflow. It's honestly a bit messy... and not pretty. I just have to bear this humiliation for a few minutes because I really need that release.

"Little Muse," he says while rubbing his manhood, "You need to do better than that to make yourself cum faster, even with the heat. Put one finger in."

I stop to look him in the eyes. Then, holding his gaze, I do what he told me to do. I put one finger inside. It's only at the rim at first, and it takes a while for me to have the courage to venture deeper. The wetness helps me slide my finger easily. And once it is in... I feel a little burst of firework.

"Good girl," he comments. Then he leans down to kiss me softly on the lips. "Don't stop, baby." when he does it, his shaft touches my hand that is rubbing the pink peak at my core and I moan in want. So I quicken my pace.

I want that reward. So badly.

'Hurry Mars,' Sasha whimpers.

'Didn't I shove you to the back?'

'Shush!' Sasha cries out, 'focus!'

She is right. I need to win that reward.

I move my hips upward and dare myself, even more, to rub my insides quicker. While my other hand is still rubbing that pink peak. The binds limit my hand movement but I don't care. Even when the fabric stretches my skin hard, I don't lessen my pace.

But no matter how many times I touch myself, that wave of pleasure won't come. It's building but not fast enough. My mind is already expecting Lyall so though it sounds silly, my body won't settle with just my touch.

"Lyall, please...," I try again with my pitiful stare.

The king instead leans back even more. The corner of his eyes twitches in delight as he keeps on pleasuring himself. He knows I need him, that I won't be able to reach that pleasure wave on my own, and he is loving watching me struggle.

"Lyall, I can't..." I don't know what the hell is happening to me, but tears come out of my eyes. I'm so frustrated for not being able to reach that release that I start crying.

"Hey, hey," Lyall stops touching himself to hover over my crying face. "What's wrong?" He gently wipes my cheeks. His bemused face has turned into worry. I feel so embarrassed for crying out of the blue. It's the annoying pregnancy hormones. I must have made Lyall feel turned off, and it makes me burst into more tears. My pregnant body is already a turn-off in the first place, and now my crying...

"Marsha," he lets out a small chuckle then kisses me on the forehead, "You're not turning me off Little Muse. Your pregnant body is not a turn-off. I find it interesting."

I forget that sometimes my thoughts leak through the bond. That was how Lyall found out about my pregnancy. I think my vulnerable state now causes my emotions to leak even more.

"I'm sorry..." My voice is small.

"Marsha, look at me."

At first, I refuse to see him. My face must be red, ugly, and puffy. I'm a mess.

"Stop saying that you're a mess," he says, answering my mind. "Look at me. Little Muse. Don't you want your reward?"

I do. I really want that reward. The heat is still burning inside me.

So I lock eyes with him and immediately am drowned in his endless emerald sea captured in his gaze.

"My Little Muse, when you think you are messy, I think you are lovely. Your bursts of emotions, your vulnerability. And when you think you're ugly..."

He takes in a deep breath.

"Goddess," he curses, "You're honestly making me hard to breathe. You're making me dizzy and yet addicted to you at the same time. You're like a drug, Mars."

An image pops in my mind like a gentle afternoon breeze. It's a girl with long, dark hair, lying on the bed. Her cheeks are rosy, her lips are plump, and her dark eyes seem to contain all the secrets of the world. How her hair frame her small face looks inviting, and the way her skin shines because of her sweat looks radiant. On top of it all, her natural scent smells divine.

It's me.

But from Lyall's point of view.

It's me.

But a much lovelier and sexier version.

When I look into the mirror, I always find myself... ordinary. But when I see myself from Lyall's point of view... I look... amazing.

I blink twice and the image is gone from my mind.

"You see?" he gulps hard, "You even look so damn sexy when you cry."

"And if you don't believe my words," he guides my tied hands to his body. He makes me rub his hot skin, and his shredded muscles, and he keeps on pulling my hands lower until I feel a stiff rod between his legs. "Believe this."

He keeps his eyes on me. For one long moment, we only stare at each other, getting lost in each other's gaze.

Until I find the courage to grab his bulging member with my hand. The moment I massage Lyall, a soft moan escapes his lips.

"I believe you," I whisper as I massage the tip of his member. "You want me."

He leans down to kiss my lips passionately, biting my lower lip at the end. "So badly."

I don't stop giving him a massage, instead, I become more daring and give more pressure. Lyall groans in my ear and it invigorates me, it excites me.

"You can skip all the game," I bite the tip of his ear, "Take me all the way, My King."

His member starts to pulse in my grip. he lets out another groan in my ear before finally... finally...

"Get on your knees, Little Muse," he says, "Let me reward you."

–to be continued–