Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,31

and I covered the plug. I squatted down and held onto the stool while I nestled the rounded tip of the plug against my ass. He watched me as I pushed it in. It hurt. I bit my lip and held my breath as I opened up around the object.

It slid inside and I felt the jeweled base gently close against my ass. I clenched around the plug. I could definitely feel it stretching me more, but it felt good.

I was still a degenerate it seemed.

“Very good,” he said as he helped me back up. “We’ll have that tight little hole stretched in no time. If you carry on acting like a good little girl, it won’t be long before I claim that tight virgin pussy of yours. I know you’re aching for it, slave.”

I opened my mouth to say ‘Yes, sir,’ but he moved forward and kissed me, ripped open my robe and slid a finger inside my wet pussy. The single move alone was nearly enough to make me cum. He dipped his finger in and out, rubbing his pad over the walls and my spot. He fucked me fast and hard. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and clamped his lips against mine. My other hand grabbed his wrist and held it firm, my hips grinding against his hand as they desperately sought out an orgasm.

It was coming. I was coming. Holy—

“Stop,” he said, growling the words on a low whisper. My whole body was left frozen, this time under the distinct power of his vampire control. My hands relaxed and released him from my grasp, he pulled his fingers from me and put them in my mouth, letting me suck my juices from him. When he was suitably satisfied, he stepped away and gave me back control.

I took a big breath. I almost felt like crying I was so horny.

“So easy to tease,” he said with a dark laugh. “You’re not getting off that easy, slave.” Frustration was not the word. Whatever I was feeling now was far beyond that. “Cheer up. A servant will be with you now to get you ready. I will leave to get dressed also. I will be back in thirty minutes.”

He made for the door and opened it with the flick of his wrist. As it opened a servant girl stepped inside. He passed her without saying anything. I didn’t even have a moment alone to beat out my own frustration.

I could scream.

The door closed behind Vincent and the girl made her way over. She gestured for me to sit at the mirror and I did so, wondering what exactly this meeting meant to Vincent, and why he needed me there with him.

I’d never had a makeover before, but the time seemed to fly by. The girl worked fast and efficiently. She dried my hair and styled it. She did my makeup and picked out an elegant dress from a cupboard hidden on the wall behind us. I didn’t really get a proper look at myself until the servant invited me to stand in the full-length mirror, the same one I had watched Vincent punish me in the last night.

“Here miss,” she said. “Please check everything is to your liking.”

I stepped in front of the mirror and gasped at myself, not quite sure that the girl looking back at me was me. My hair had been styled up, with several long curling strands flowing down on either side of my face. My lips were a shocking shade of red and my eyes had been accented with smoky mascara.

The dress was the real knockout. It was black and red, hung off the shoulders and perfectly framed my curves and cleavage. I looked like some medieval temptress. The servant girl finished off the look and handed me a pair of dark black stiletto boots.

“I look like a real bitch,” I said.

“You look beautiful miss,” the servant girl said dutifully. I looked at her and saw the dull gleam of red in her eyes. She was a vampire too it seemed. “Mr. Cartello wanted you to wear this too.”

She produced a small velvet box. Inside there was a black choker with a large ruby at its center. The girl put it on around my neck and I gasped at myself in the mirror, feeling the weight of the beautiful red stone as it sat at the top of my chest.

I looked fierce.

“Maybe this is what Vincent meant about confidence…”