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

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

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

Seline“It's breaking dawn, Seline,” a deep, sonorous voice cooed in my ears. I stirred awake, my vision blurring as Ferrara's well-sculptured face loomed over me. “It's time to go, pet.”“Mmm,” I managed to nod as I sat up properly. “Seems we lost track of time, Master.”He chuckled. “Well, whose fault is it?”I didn't have the right words to explain how last night went. I'd felt an ecstasy like no other — Ferrara working me up multiple orgasms that by the time we were done I was sated, tired and close to fainting. I'd fallen asleep immediately in his arms, enjoying his warmth, and it seemed he had a swell time cuddling me as well. Our bond was getting too strong to be confined within this Master-pet basis. Even now, as he carried me towards the limousine, bound for home, his eyes twinkled at me with such fond delight I'd never seen in them before.“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Samuel greeted with a curt nod as he pulled the door open. “Hope you had a good time last night with your,

SelineI spent a greater part of the morning exploring the garden paths — marking out those that led to the forest, which was an extension of the mansion. Iridessa monitored me for an hour or two from where she was seated on a kitchenette stool on the kitchen, but afterwards she left to prepare lunch for me. I shuffled between rose patches, sniffling and chasing bunnies down their little holes, but careful not to stray too far into the forest.A parrot swooped down suddenly from above, dropping a piece of paper over my eyes. I growled, ripping it off and chased after it hotly, but it got away, narrowly missing my claws. I caught the insignia on the tail feather — a dark mark in the shape of a black eye — and knew immediately who sent it. I pinned the paper to the ground with my paw, my body growing cold.Kill him soon or the both of you will be dead meat. — J.There was also an old photograph attached. One I'd seen so many times before. One I'd come to abhor. Even though it was quite