Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,38
a box with some fruit, bread, and basic snacks. There was a small side-table, upon which there was a candle, a box of matches and a token of some sort. The tablet was on the mattress.
I turned and looked at Vincent. “What is this?”
“All the items from the first page of the catalog. You have earned them. Your conduct back there was exemplary.”
“Thank you,” I said. Part of me felt ridiculous for saying the words. These few small items were basic human rights, but it was progress at least.
“The token on the table is for a book from the library. Choose the option and a servant will accompany you so you can make a choice.”
“Thank you,” I said again, sounding much more grateful than I had for the other items. Comforts were one thing. A book could actually stop me from going mad.
“There is one final matter. You must return your dress. Please.”
He stared at me and I realized he wanted me to undress. In one action he could strip away the dress that had made me feel indestructible and return me to a naked and cowering slave.
That was the power.
I turned around and let him unzip the dress. Once it was loose around my body, I slipped it off my torso and stepped out of it carefully. I removed my heels too and handed them over. I was completely naked now. The plug in my ass was the only item on my body.
“You know slave,” he said. “I think you have earned another reward today.”
He threw the dress and the heels onto the ground, and with a flick of his wrist the door closed shut. The vampire stalked towards me and I gulped, feeling electricity crackle through the air.
I should have just pushed him away and told him to go fuck himself. People didn’t treat people like this. Normal people didn’t keep slaves.
I didn’t fight him though. I moaned when he kissed me. I pulled my body up against his, melting into him as his arms surrounded me and took me in their embrace.
He lifted me off the ground and carried me to the mattress in the corner, laying me down so I was flat on my back. Our kiss deepened, soft sounds escaping my throat as his trousers dug into my naked crotch. I was already wet and ready.
I needed this badly.
He moved down my body, his lips kissing their way down and leaving a hot trail of lust over my skin. He didn’t waste any time in getting to the spot that wanted his touch the most. His lips pursed around my clit and he massaged the throbbing bud with his tongue. I pushed my hands through his hair and moaned loudly.
“Fuck,” I said, not holding back with my volume. “Master, yes!”
He was frenetic, a hungry lion feeding from a lamb. His tongue slid between my wet slit and teased my walls. He pushed his fingers inside and massaged my spot while his lips sucked at my sore clit.
He had teased me for so long that I was aching for release now. I was so glad I could finally have it; I could cry. I was only seconds away.
And then he stopped.
“No!” I said, practically shouting the words as he left me within inches of the finishing line. My entire body trembled with the promise of another orgasm that had been denied. Vincent just sat up on his knees, wiped my juices from his mouth and chuckled to himself.
“Oh yes, slave,” he said. “You see, you’ve still not repaid your debt, and I want the message to be very clear. That aching little pussy of yours doesn’t come until I say so, and I think you need to wait just a little longer.”
I had actual tears in my eyes now. He had me so worked up that I felt like an addict missing a dose. “Please,” I pleaded.
“One night,” he said. “Last one more night. No touching yourself. If you can do that, you will be thoroughly rewarded.”
“I can’t—”
He was on his feet and walking towards the door before I could finish pleading. Once again, I found myself hating how weak I was. Why was I pleading with this man and begging him? He was a monster and a manipulator, nothing more.
But yet I kept falling for it.
The door slammed shut, the echo sounding across the dark room until there was only silence left. For a few long seconds I sat staring at the door, unable to