I followed Ferrara closely to the kitchen, pleased that he’d allowed me to walk on my own. As much as I loved being carried about like a baby, I figured that the only way to avoid growing attached and catching feeling was to set some distance and avoid skin contact at all times. Since he was my Master, it would be impossible. But I was willing to try.I clambered on the high bar stool behind the kitchen counter, admiring the way his butt looked in black sweatpants. I’d never seen a man’s arse look so good, but then again, I’d never seen a lot of arses to start with. I didn’t have so much time on my hands to be preoccupied with stuff like that. My revenge was my top priority.I murmured thanks when he placed two plates of bread, cheese, a few rosettes of prosciutto, and olives. There was a log of salami on the second plate. I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply. It smelt heavenly.“Eat up.”I took a few bites, watching him as he took out a jar of red liquid from the fridge and poured himse
Seline"I don't think I'll ever want you to hit me. Especially not like that." I eyed him carefully.He chuckled darkly, his eyes shimmering. "We'll see."I felt the butterflies in my stomach throw a minute-long sour party. I hated this. This sudden attraction. A recipe for disaster. Without warning, he straightened, looming over me inconspicuously. I flushed, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind. I was trained to be ready for any attack, whatsoever, and that Ferrara was worse than Lucifer himself when meting out punishments. But so far, aside from the spanking in the bathroom, he'd been civil with me. Allowing me speak... allowing me negotiate these little things Jax told me I'd never have a say in. It was frightening. A slave was never allowed to speak her mind. She could be killed for it, but here I was. Still alive after flaring up at the vampire supreme leader.I gulped. “Done with the food, pet?” he asked, gesturing at the platter in front of me. I nodded quickly as
Ferrara“Good, pet,” I cooed sweetly as I ran my left palm over the bright red marks on her back, leaning forward at intervals to press a kiss or two as well. She'd impressed me well enough. She responded better than I expected, even with all the resistance — she'd bended to my will, and accepted defeat triumphantly. The slashes were healing quickly, thanks to endorphins and my little feathery-light kisses. Flipping her over, with her back on my knees, I spread her legs wider to get a whiff of her wet, juicy cunt.Heavenly.Tossing the flogger on the floor, I gave in to the urge — running my large, sturdy hands over her body, over her fine long legs, cupping her breasts and pulling at her pointed nipples.“M-Master,” she rasped, her eyes closed shut as she melted into my touch. She'd been craving for it as well. How much more subservient could she possibly be?Unfortunately, I was never only about pleasure. I liked pain as well. Loved it, and could go insane for it. So I squeezed and p
SelineI couldn't describe that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I heard Ferrara laugh for the first time.So animated — his perfect face scrunched up, eyes wide and bright, his dentition shimmering; the fangs lurking just behind his upper lip. To be honest, his laughter was unexpected, and it surprised us both. A lot. The sound rippled through my being, shaking my waters, and making me crave it over and over again. No matter what he did, my body couldn't stop responding to him. Until now, I didn't realize how dead I was inside, until he purchased me.“You have to accept the fact that I described you perfectly, pet. You know this,” He groused, tucking a stray strand of hair that'd gone loose from my bun behind my ear, smirking in a creepy, yet charming way that set my body on fire. “You do cower eventually. Reluctantly, though. But that's alright. Soon you'll crave bending to my will. Soon, you'll want nothing else than to live and please me. I can assure you.”I rolled my eyes, wrinkli
A warm ray of sunlight heating up my face, forced me to stir awake at exactly eight o'clock the next morning. Annoyed, I turned to face the wall, pushing the sheets over my head. But the events that had taken place last night had me kicking my legs hurriedly, the sheets falling off my body, on the floor. Sitting up to rest my back on the headboard, I shut my eyes as it all came crashing back. The most horrifying evening of my entire existence. The fifteen dollar bid. Riding home with the vampire king, and agreeing to a duel with him. I glanced around, frowning at the brown, dull-coloured walls of the strange room I was in. The bed sheets were brown as well. I didn't remember Ferrara bringing me in here last night. I knew I'd gotten dizzy at a point, but I couldn't figure out what happened next. Perhaps I'd fallen, and he'd carried me. What surprised me the most was that I slept peacefully — for the first time since my parents and pack members were killed. No dreams. No nightmares. No
SelineI slept in the garden, undisturbed for a few hours before Iridessa appeared in the doorway, calling me inside for dinner. It wasn't steak this time, but fruit and beef.“Here you go, sweetheart,” she beamed, pouring a bottle of fancy Fiji water into my bowl and sliding it across the floor, over to me. For an ordinary werewolf, Fiji water was a painful luxury that couldn't be afforded in a hundred lifetimes. But for me, the vampire king's pet and beloved, I could have it daily like it was nothing. Ferrara would ensure I had the best in everything.By six in the evening, the three girls returned to take me back to my room, using digestive cookies. I played along, allowing them to lock me in my room. I figured I'd be better off making their jobs easier. They were patient keepers. Very patient, for a wolf like me. Besides, I needed to concentrate on what's in front of me. This mission meant a lot, not just to me but the academy as well. I had two hours before I'd face Ferrara once
FerraraI strode towards the door with Seline in my arms. I loved the way she squirmed, while ducking her head whenever I was carrying her. It was so rare to see her so bashful, so I normally enjoyed every second of it.“Good evening, Your Majesty,” the guards chorused as they pulled open the door to the limousine for us. I nodded at them, setting Seline down on the floor, before clambering in. She looked around awkwardly, a bit confused. I growled as I snapped my fingers, patting a spot on the floor right in front of me. She flushed, scooting closer gracefully, and settled into a submissive pose with her head bowed in obedience. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and brought her face closer to my knee.“Fear not, pet,” I ordered quietly, leaning down to plant a kiss on her left shoulder. She blew out a breath, still feeling out of place, but the tension around her nerves eased up.I eased back into my leather seat with a sigh as the limousine meandered through the dreary town str
SelineI stood rooted, bubbling with excitement as Ferrara moved to stand in front of me — his skin pale, yet shiny in the darkness. His face had that animated look as he laughed, the sound filling up my being like a much needed drug I secretly craved. The joyous sound made me feel as though I was levitating, like a bird just learning how to fly. I peered up at him blearily, his large arms secured firmly around my waist.“You like it a lot, don't you, pet?” he asked, chuckling. “Welcome to Domi Sotto. A small paradise for subs like you.”I gasped. “Don't tell me you...own this place. How on Earth?”I'd heard a lot of rumours surrounding Domi Sotto; the renowned, dangerous vampire night club back at the academy. The rumours had broken out amongst shifters shortly after Erin — a slave shifter was murdered in the club after she fainted while her vampire master was pleasuring her. I'd heard of, and experienced my own share of wicked masters, but Erin's had to be the worst. Unfortunately,