Chapter 8 - RULE

Clyde Nielsen I was born as the youngest child in the Denmark Royal Family, the throne was not meant for me, but every people who ever met me said that I was told to be King. Why? Because I'm a very controlling person. I was born to rule, conquer and be on top. I would make people listen to me more than my siblings, and I would easily have people on their knees just by a single look. That's why my family thought I was a threat, except for my grandfather, Nikolas. My grandfather was the one who brought it up that my father should reconsider giving the throne to Christopher, my older brother, the firstborn who was meant to rule after my father. That triggered everyone when I said, everyone. I mean my parents, my siblings, and all of their friends. That's when the war between us started. "Take off all your clothes and get into the shower!" I released my grip from her wrist when we got into the bathroom. She looked at me like I grew another head for saying that. "I'm not taking off my clothes in front of you!" She raised his tone at me as she slowly stepped away. She was creating as much distance between us. "I'll do whatever I want you to do, Luna. Strip." I took a step forward, and I noticed her whole body started to shake. Her blue-green eyes slowly lose their focus. It felt like she was staring at a blank space, even though her eyes were looking at me. Her hands started to dig her nails into her thigh. Instead of giving her another command, I held onto her arms locking her in place. I can feel her body losing its balance. I decided to lead her into the shower and turned it on. The cold water hit her skin, and her eyes slowly returned to life. Before she could say anything, I pulled her dress strap down and dragged her dress off her body. She kicked her dress away and locked her eyes on me. "Clyde." She whispered. "What was that?" I asked as I touched her shoulder, slowly trailing to her breast. She flinched when I brushed her hard nipple. My hand followed her curve and stopped right where her panties were. "I asked you a question, Luna." My fingers slipped into her panties, and she gasped when I started to rub her clit. I wrapped my other arm around her waist, and she clawed her nails onto my arms. "You're so fucking wet." Luna closed her eyes and started grinding herself shamelessly on my fingers. "Answer the question," I said, but she ignored me. Without any warning, I thrust two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan and putting her forehead on my chest. I pushed into her deeper and added another finger, causing her to grind more. She's enjoying too much that she arches her body back, giving me the best view of her perky breast that's bouncing in front of my face. I put my free hand around her neck, pinning her to the wall as my grip tightened. I could feel her pulse against my skin, and it slowly increased as I thrust in and out of her faster than before. She's gasping for air, but she never tried to take my hand off her. "If you don't answer my question, I won't let you have a release." I leaned closer to her, and she moaned as I slowed down and put my thumb on her clit, rubbing it to build up her orgasm more. I smirked when I could feel her body starting to tense, giving me a sign that she was so close. She held my hand that was fucking her in place to prevent me from pulling out. "Last chance, Luna," I warned her, and her eyes met mine. "Please..." She begged. "Answer the fucking question!" I hissed, and suddenly she went back to that state again. Her eyes lost their life, and her body started to tense even more. "Luna, look at me." Her eyes were having difficulty focusing, so I decided to pinch her hard nipple and flipped her pushing her front to the cold marble wall. I spanked her ass, causing her to snap her head at me. It's a good sign if she wants to rip my head off. I spanked her again and put my fingers back into her pussy. She started moaning and grinding again until I could put her on edge. She's so close. I pulled my hands away from her and flipped her again. She looked so disappointed, but she didn't want to say it, knowing that I would win the silent war if she admitted wanting more. "Use the soap and clean yourself," I said. "I need some privacy. Get out." She said as she wrapped her arms, thinking she could hide her body from me. "Do it." "I'm not taking a shower while you're in here." She said as she looked down. "I don't have fucks to give, do it, or I'll do it for you!" She immediately pumped the shower gel and started washing her body. "Take off your panties." "No." I held on to her waist, but before I could take off her panties, she pushed me away and took it off. She washed her whole body and rinsed it. She pumped the shampoo out of its bottle and started washing her hair. "Are you always this bossy?" She asked as she glared at me. "Are you always this stubborn?" I asked back. "I hate you." "You were shamelessly grinding on my fingers earlier, and I don't think you hate me." Her cheeks turned red, and she turned around, giving me her back. "Rinse your hair and get out of the shower." I walked out first and grabbed a warm towel. I waited for her as she washed her hair. After she was done, she walked toward me, and I wrapped the towel around her. "Now, you're going to tell me what the fuck just happened earlier."