Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,12
“Fuc—k!”
“Yes, what?” he growled, immediately pulling his hand back in warning, letting me know that another strike was imminent.
“Yes, sir!” I said, practically shouting the words to buy myself a few more seconds. To my relief he gently laid his hand down on the backs of my thighs, letting the pad of his thumb smooth up and down the inside of my right leg.
“Very good. Now for your next question. Who are you?”
My lips opened instinctively to give my name, speaking without thinking. The first syllable paused on my tongue as I stopped myself. “Ra—” I began, stopping as I felt his hand lift away from my skin. Fear spiked through me and my body clenched in anticipation of another strike. I had to get this right.
Who was I?
It appeared my captor didn’t want my real name, so perhaps he wanted another. Was that the point? Give myself a new name, rebrand myself as someone new under his control? I wondered what type of name I should choose for myself, but then I realized that wasn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted me to sacrifice my name completely. I was to surrender anything personal that identified me as anything other than his.
Names weren’t necessary in his world. In this relationship I wasn’t human, I was just an object to fulfil his fantasies.
“Slave,” I said, the word feeling completely foreign and treacherous on my lips. I didn’t want to say it, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it, but I couldn’t fucking take another licking from that hand. I’m not even sure it was the pain I was afraid of. After the initial blast it was strangely pleasant it an odd sort of way. The truth was that I didn’t want his hands on me anymore. I didn’t want him to feel how fucking wet I was. “Your slave.”
“Very good,” he said, gently bringing his hand back down again.
This time his middle finger ran the length of my pussy again, and any hopes I had of him not noticing my wetness were gone. He pushed the pad ever so slightly inside, my tight walls stretching around him.
I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, hating my body for reacting like this.
“Now you see what happens when bad little slave girls disobey,” he said. “Your ass will be punished. Your body will be punished. Our lessons are only just beginning, and you have a lot to learn. Is that clear slave?”
“Yes master,” I said. This time the words came with less hesitance. I was already losing myself to him.
He snapped his fingers and then the bath started to run. He pulled me into a standing position and rose from a chair. I looked over at the tub and saw hot water swirling with various soaps, wondering if the bath had started on a timer. He saw me looking at the water.
“My powers can be used for many things,” he said, answering the questions in my head. He held both of his arms out to the side and his suit jacket silently slid off his body and draped over the back of the chair where I had been punished. He kept his eyes on me as his shirt unbuttoned itself. His belt and trousers also opened, removing themselves effortlessly until he was just in his underwear.
I knew that this man was a psychopath. A violent killer who I should very much be afraid of. Vincent Cartello’s name was known far and wide across America, his reputation preceding his vast empire. Though he was a well-known criminal, and reputed to be a mastermind in his underworld, Vincent had also become something of a superstar in the eyes of many. His careful criminal enterprise made it almost impossible for the feds to prove Vincent guilty and lock him away, and it also made many people forget just how dangerous he was.
Legally he was squeaky clean, but it just so happened I was one of the few people that could actually get him in trouble. Vincent was a powerful and terrifying psychopath with the ability to make people disappear and get things done, but his real power came with his charisma and presence.
He was supposedly in his thirties, which made him one of the youngest mob bosses to ever live, and his beguiling looks had amassed a crowd of followers and fans all wanting to be the lucky woman on the end of his arm. His influence and looks got him