Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,19
I heard Vincent return. I looked up and saw him standing in the open doorway. He was wearing a bathing robe too, but his was black.
“All ready, slave?” he asked.
“Yes, master,” I said.
“Very good. Are you plugged?”
“Yes, master.”
For a moment he stared at me. He had made it quite clear now that looking into my mind and dissecting my thoughts was easy for him. He didn’t have to ask; he surely already knew. Maybe getting me to say it out loud was just another way for him to humiliate me.
“Prove it,” he said firmly.
“Prove it, sir?” I asked.
“Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks. I want to see your asshole, slave. Do it now.”
That settled it then. It was definitely about humiliating me.
Without another word I turned around on the spot and bent over. I lifted my robe up, revealing my ass to him. The studded base had a red crystal heart on the very bottom. I pulled apart my cheeks, no doubt that he could see the little red heart now.
“Very good,” he said. “How does it feel?”
“It stretches sir, but I can handle it.”
“Good. Stand up. Let us go back to your cell.”
I stood up and turned back around to face him. He stepped aside in the door and I walked out into the corridor. He gestured for me to follow him and I did so. It was only a minute or so before we got back to the cell I had escaped from earlier. We were closer than I realized.
The vampire pulled the key from his robe and opened the cell. He motioned for me to go inside and I did so. Vincent walked in behind me and locked the door, leaving the key in the hole. There was a new torch on the wall, casting flickering light across the blank stone cell.
The dark and sparse room somewhat brought back the reality of my situation.
This was not all flowers and roses.
“Take off the robe,” he ordered from behind me. I apprehensively bit my bottom lip. He would try to fuck me in the ass now, and if that didn’t work, he’d fuck my mouth. Don’t get me wrong, our time in the bathroom together had been unexpectantly amazing, but this room was stark and cold. Things felt more real in here.
Maybe I was in deeper than I realized.
I’d already managed to appeal to his gentler side once. Maybe I could do it again?
“Master, I—”
A flash of movement and air swept through the room as he bolted in front of me. He held my jaw in one hand, his red eyes burning intensely into mine. I was shaking in his grasp.
“The time for talking is over.”
With a trembling nod I followed the order. I unfastened the loose belt and pulled back the gown until it fell to the stone floor. My skin covered in goosebumps immediately. Vincent’s own robe undid itself and peeled back from his body, revealing that mountain of splendid muscle once more. He was erect, his large cock jutting up into the air.
“Get on your knees, slave,” he ordered. “Suck your master’s cock.”
The fucked thing was that I felt myself getting wet all over again. Some stupid fucking part of me actually like this arrangement. Apparently, I was into being treated like shit. Maybe a lifetime of desperation did that to a girl.
Despite it all I was still nervous as fuck. I slowly sank to my knees, moving the robe underneath me so I had something soft to kneel on. He stopped me as I was doing it.
“No,” he said firmly, kicking the robe across the floor. “You will feel the stone while you suck my cock.”
I looked up at him and nodded meekly. I didn’t really know how to start so I just did. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving all the orders. Like with my hands, I had no idea what I was doing with my mouth. I simply grabbed his cock and went to shove it in.
“No hands,” he growled again, slapping my hand away. “Mouth only. Get my dick good and wet. It’ll be better for that little virgin ass of yours.”
My mouth opened around the bulbous head and his cock dipped inside. If I had to make any guesses, I would say he was at least ten inches long. The girth alone was big enough that I had trouble making my fingers meet around him. Sweet and salty precum flushed across my tongue and taste