Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath. I should play the passive and meek submissive, but I can’t stand to wait any longer. “Sir...may I ask...what are you going to do with me?”
He smiles and I quiver in response, a tuning fork plucked and playing a perfect note, just for him. “Why, pet, I’m so glad you asked.” For the first time, he lays his hand against my cheek, touching my skin. My heart leaps into my throat as his dark eyes bore into me.
“First I’m going to take you home. Then, I’m going to make you mine.”
I swallow hard. His thumb plays across my lips.
“Now.” he sits back and signals. It takes me a moment to recognize the sign. I scoot back and go to all fours.
“Turn around,” he murmurs and signals again. Slowly, I obey, crawling to face away from him and lowering my chest to the carpet. I rest my head on my arms. My hair pools around me, a white curtain I can hide behind. The suit jacket slides down my back, exposing my upraised ass.
His shoe nudges the inside of my right knee. “Wider, pet.”
My entire backside is naked and vulnerable, and pointed straight towards him. I’ve never felt more like chattel. Sucking in a breath, I wait.
His hand ghosts up the back of my thigh. Not touching but I can feel it there. My skin prickles in its wake.
Breathe, just breathe.
“Arch your back. Further. That’s it.” My entire backside tilts skyward. I’m a mannequin, a china doll, frozen in place, perfectly on display.
“Beautiful.” Hot breath hits my nethers. My breath leaves my body. “So very beautiful. You’re wet, Selene.”
And I am. I press my lips together.
“Reach back and hold your bottom open,” he orders, calm and casual as if remarking on the weather. “I want to see everything I own.”
Eyes closed, I free my arms. Cheek to carpet, I put my hands on either ass cheek and expose myself further.
A slight touch between my labia makes me jump.
“Easy,” he murmurs, gently stroking my wet slit. He circles my clit and I push slightly into his touch. Pleasure tightens, spiralling upwards. He takes his hand away and the sensation dissipates.
“No, pet. You have to earn that.”
His finger touches my asshole, transfering the collected moisture. I whimper as he presses against the taut ring of muscle.
He chuckles. Takes his hand away.
He’s sitting up. There’s a rustle of cloth. I imagine him wiping his hand on his handkerchief.
I stay in place. I might as well be a statue he commissioned, carved from marble. Under the jacket, my skin is cold.
“You may rise.”
I go to tall knees and he holds out his hand, helping me to my feet.
“You did well. I am looking forward to training you further.”
My core muscles clench. You’re wet. There’s no reason I should respond this way.
Someone comes to the door and he eases away from me. I’m flushed and shaking. Breathe, just breathe. He’s a vampire. There’s nothing about him that should make me feel this way.
“Time to go, pet.” Frangelico returns to me. He pulls out a leash and fastens it to my collar. His dark eyes flash. I hold my breath as we stare at each other. I can’t bring myself to drop my eyes.
The corner of his mouth turns up.
He straightens and tugs. “Follow me.”
We make it down the stairs an head for the back door. Guards in dark suits and sunglasses line the way, a mix of both mortal and vampire. My cheeks heat as I’m paraded in front of them, the barefoot subjugated slave. A pet on a leash.
We reach the door and Frangelico stops. A guard hands him something I don’t quite see until the he turns and envelops me in its soft folds. A blanket.
My heart melts a little as he swaddles me.
The Vampire King wraps me up tight and picks me up, carrying me from the theater into the car.
Lucius
With the she-wolf tucked into my arms, I settle into my seat. She looks a little dazed.
A guard shuts the door and she makes a little move. I tighten my hold.
“What is it, pet?”
“Shouldn’t I kneel on the floor?”
“No. I want to hold you.” I tip her back so her head rests on my arm. “Relax, pet. Sleep if you can.”
“Yes, sir.” When she’s calm, her voice is low, soothing, a pleasing alto. When she’s not, it gets high and breathy. Both pitches work dark magic on my body. I want to coddle her, treat her like a fragile flower. And I want to break her down and put her to her paces until she’s blissed out and looking at me as her god. I want to do it over and over again.
Underneath my new pet, my cock threatens to burst from my pants. It’s going to be a long car ride.