by Zara Novak
I was the first one to break it.
“That was amazing,” I whispered. “Like, utterly amazing.”
I saw him look at me and smile. He traced the fingers of his right hand down my side. “It sure was. You are mine now, completely and utterly. Nothing can ever change that.”
For the first time I found myself liking the sound of that. There was no hesitation, no murmur of protest from the other girl in my head, the girl that I had been when I first got here.
I was his. He was mine. That was what I wanted now.
“Why am I so tired?” I said while stifling a yawn.
Vincent just smiled again. “Being with vampires isn’t so easy for humans at first. We are more physical, more aggressive. There is more force and speed. Each time is a real workout. You’ll develop a strength for it.”
“I’m ready to go again,” I purred, but even as I said the words, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. They pulled down, leading me with the temptation of sleep.
“I’m sure you are, slave,” Vincent said. “But there will be plenty of time for me to claim every inch of you, all over, over and over again.”
“Promise?” I said wearily. With each inhale I savored the scent of his body. That comforting musk felt like home now. He was warm against my skin. I was safe now. He would protect me.
“What’s the point in having a slave if you don’t use her?” he said with a smile. I nestled in against him and felt at one. At some point my fatigue overcame me. Even though I was tired I tried to stay awake because I wanted to savor that moment while lying there next to him. It felt strangely perfect, like I had always meant to end up here.
It was still dark when I next opened my eyes. I rolled over and realized I was still in Vincent’s bed, but he wasn’t there beside me.
I was alone.
I sat up at once and called for him. The room was almost pitch-black. Silver moonlight pitched through the large windows at the room’s end, offering the only source of light.
“Vincent?” I said, detecting the trace of worry in my own voice. It was weird, but it almost felt painful to be away from him now. I was already starting to feel panicked, but then I heard him respond.
“Here,” he answered. I looked across the dark room and saw the bright points of his red eyes, glinting back at me in the darkness like cat’s eyes. My vision adjusted to the dim light and just about saw the silver moonlight highlight his naked silhouette. “I won’t be a moment.”
He lifted a glass and drank a dark liquid, tipping it back until the contents were gone. Once it was empty, he set the glass down and came back to me, his body becoming a little clearer with each step closer to the bed. He crawled onto the covers and sat.
“Just a nighttime drink,” he said. “The sun will be up soon. That was my nightcap.”
“I was worried you were gone,” I admitted.
“We are fully bonded now, and the connection between us will always feel strong. It might feel a little intense over the next few days. Even being apart for a moment will probably physically hurt.”
The idea of being away from him did cause a pang in my chest. Suddenly the thought of him leaving sent me into a brief and fleeting panic. “Wait. Are you going away?”
“No,” he said reassuringly. He brushed his hand through my hair. “Stay calm. It’s just the two of us now and no one else. I expected this would happen and I will adjust my schedule accordingly.”
“What did you expect?”
“This. The feeling of not wanting to be away from each other. It’s called attachment. It happens to vampires and their mates after they first bond. A feeling inside of you makes it so that you don’t want to be apart. It’s possible to break that, but it can have negative effects on a couple if they don’t connect properly.”
Even though he was close now I kept my hand on his leg closest to me. Constantly touching him reassured me somehow. Despite this strange feeling I could see how silly this must have looked to someone looking in on us from the outside.
“Why does this happen?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Probably a biological response. Vampires are mostly like humans, but when they find their fated one their instincts go into overdrive. I think the attachment is a trick. It forces the couple to stay together and have a lot of sex, thus increasing the chances of pregnancy.”
For the first time since arriving at the castle that concept hadn’t made me feel utter dread. I was actually enticed by the idea now. What would it feel like to carry his child in my stomach? To be the mother of his heir?
I bet it would feel amazing.
Now that I knew that Vincent was here the initial panic I had felt upon waking had subsided. I let myself breathe deeply a few times and tried to remind myself that this feeling was just a strange biological response.
“If it makes you feel any better, I feel it too.” Vincent shifted his weight on the bed, allowing the silver moonlight to move over his face and naked body. He was so handsome, so impossible to resist.
“You do?” I asked. “Is there any way to make it feel better?”
“Just to be with each other. To be near each other. That should help. And sex too, probably. Lots and lots of sex.”
I smiled. I did like the idea of that. “I do remember a promise before I fell asleep,” I said. His eyes brightened momentarily in the darkness at my suggestion.
“Do you slave?’ he said, inching forward on the bed. My vision had adjusted properly to the dark now and I could almost see all of him. His cock was hard and thick, just waiting to take me all over again.
“You promised me that you would use me. Use me as a slave again.”
Don’t get me wrong, I had enjoyed the more sensual connection we had shared earlier in the night, but I think moments like that were most to the benefit of Rachel. Slave was awake now, and she was also craving attention from her master.
“But you’ve been such a good girl,” he said. “I haven’t got a single thing to punish you for.”
“I see,” I answered. I suppose he had me there. “Maybe I’ll just have to give you something then.”
Without another word I lay back on the bed and opened my legs, so he was situated directly in between them. He had a front row seat. I let my hand wonder down my front, and I found my pussy. A soft moan escaped me.
“Slave,” he said in a mock warning. “What are you doing?”
“Touching myself, master,” I said, running my fingers up my slick folds. “If you won’t touch me, then I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”
“You know the rules,” he warned. “You don’t orgasm without my permission, and you certainly don’t touch yourself.”
“But I can’t resist. You’re just sitting there, and you look so… good.” I moaned the last word while sinking a finger in my tight pussy. I was so aroused around Vincent that it really didn’t take much to get me panting again.
“I’m warning you slave,” he said, his voice still carrying a playful tone. “If you break the rules, I will have to punish you.”
The rest of the conversation went unspoken. I kept my eyes locked on him and fingered myself, toying with my clit and pussy until I quickly came to breaking point. His red eyes burned back at me the entire time, his lips entertaining a dark and playful smile.
I was right at the edge of coming when he moved like a flash of smoke. He pinned both my hands down on the bed and held himself over me, his body hovering above mine.
“What did I tell you about breaking the rules, slave?” he said while stooping down to kiss my neck. I bit my lip, smiled and writhed on the sheets underneath him. Punishment was coming now.
That was all I wanted.
“I can’t remember, master,” I said. “You have so many rules and they are all so boring and hard to follow. I just like it when you act like a real man and show me who’s in charge.”
“Is that so?” he said, pulling his lips away from my tender flesh. He then pushed up from the bed and released my han
ds from his grasp. He stalked across the floor and into the dark. “Up,” he commanded. “Off the bed. Kneel on the floor.”
I got up from the bed as he asked, but I didn’t kneel. I stood there in the dark, smiling at him as he came back towards the bed from the shadow. He had rope in his hands.
“I gave you an order slave,” he warned.
“You did sir,” I said.
“So, kneel.”
He put one hand on my shoulder and forced me down to the ground. When I was there he walked around the back of me and bound my wrists tightly with the rope. He came back around to my front and stopped, his giant cock level with my eyeline.
“What are you waiting for slave?” he growled. “Suck your master’s cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
Vincent balled my hair tight into his fist and pulled my mouth onto his cock. His fat dick slid all the way inside until my lips were pressed firmly up against his base. He held me there, his thick shaft throbbing in my mouth for the next five seconds.
I barely felt the urge to pull back now.
He then pulled my head back and started fucking my mouth, equal parts thrusting and pulling me onto him. I felt my pussy grow slick with arousal at being used by my master.
This was the punishment I wanted.
My master buried his cock deep another couple of times, holding longer each time until he pulled back out again. I moaned around him and let my tongue slide over his solid shaft, savoring the taste of his sweat and sweet precum.
“Suck your master dry, slave,” he ordered from above me. His red eyes were focused directly on mine. I loved keeping eye contact with him. It reminded me that he was in charge.
I nodded and moved back onto his cock, pushing him all the way down my throat this time. I felt him swell and grow hard, and then he erupted.
Fuck yes.
Vincent gripped my head tight in his hands as his cock exploded in my mouth, covering my tongue and throat in his sweet and sticky come. I swallowed it all down and he pulled out, his cock still hard and raring to go.
Where did his libido come from?
“Up,” he said, gently pulling my hair as he lifted me to my feet. “Turn around. On the bed. Ass in the air.”
He pressed his hand firmly in the middle of my back, forcing me to tumble onto the bed and land on my front. My hands were still bound behind my back. He used his strength to move me around, shifting me like a marionette under his direction.
The vampire put me on all fours with my shoulders pressed against the mattress. He spread my legs, stood at the foot of the bed so he was directly behind me and pushed his cock up against my tight asshole.
“Master!” I gasped.
His cock was still slick from me sucking him dry, and after a little stretching and teasing my ass opened up around him. He gently inched inside until he was buried deep and then he started fucking me softly, causing me to whimper and moan on the bed.
He was using every inch of me. Just as he had promised.
It wasn’t long until my master was hot and ready to explode all over again. He had firmly instructed me to stay still while he fucked my tight little ass, but I couldn’t help bouncing back and forth on his long cock. He just felt so good buried deep inside of me.
He exploded again and I moaned out my pleasure, loving the feeling of his hot come as it filled my ass. When he pulled out the sticky fire dribbled down my pussy and between my thighs.
I loved being used by him.
“What did I tell you about moving?” he said while pulling me off the bed and over his lap. “Are you trying to test me, slave?”
“Yes, sir,” I said while biting back a smile. There was no warning before the first spank came. His hand cut sharply against my skin and let a resounding crack ring across the dark room. I squealed in delight and begged him for more.
“Again, master!” I pleaded.
He obliged.
My master brought his hand down on my rear over and over again, turning the innocent white flesh red with the fire of discipline. To my surprise he didn’t just smack me hard. He peppered proper rounds of punishment with smaller and faster taps, which just got me worked up all the more.
The hard ones were the ones that had me gasping though. Five particularly stern strikes made my feet and eyes screw up tight, while I breathed fast and tried not to come without permission.
Oopsie.
He realized halfway through that I had snuck in a cheeky little orgasm. I couldn’t help myself; I didn’t need to touch my pussy to come when he was spanking me, that’s just how good he was.
My master let me finish the stolen orgasm, but I could tell that the subsequent punishment that followed was going to be extremely delightful. When I had finished my body drooped over his legs and I sighed out my pleasure.
“Sorry, master,” I said.
“Easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, right?” he teased. “Your sin won’t go unpunished slave, do not worry. After our time together here, you can always go back to your room, even if only temporarily.”
I bit back a smile at the thought.
“For now, let’s focus on what’s important,” he said, throwing me off his lap and onto the bed so I was lying on my side. He threw himself back on the bed, so he was lying on his back, and then he pulled me on top of him. My hands were still bound behind me, so he had to help guide me onto his cock.
Once I felt him enter me, I gasped and slid all the way down. “Master, fuck, yes.”
“I order you to ride me slave,” he commanded. “Bounce up and down on your master’s cock until my come fills your tight little pussy.”
I only needed telling once.
I started bouncing up and down, spreading my legs wide and rolling my hips so I could make him thrust deep. It felt fucking good to be on top of him like this. I wish I could have done it sooner.
This setup was obviously designed for his pleasure, but my master made sure that I had come another couple of times before succumbing to his own desires and filling me with the end that I wanted.
He kept his hands off my body until I had come for a third time. Once I had finally stolen another orgasm I felt his hands wrap around my hips and then he started to thrust up into me, fucking me with a primal ferocity that left me gasping.
His cock filled me with oceans of fire.
At some point we both must have finally lost our stamina. The madness driving me didn’t seem to cease at all, but my body had a physical limit and we had both exhausted ourselves beyond it. The next time my eyes opened I saw Vincent lying asleep next to me.
Shutters had descended over the windows at the far end of the room, keeping out the sunlight and dousing the world in dark.
I rolled over to face my master and let my eyes close again. It felt like there was nothing else that could test us. I might not have understood it at first, but this was exactly where I needed to be, and under his leadership I had changed for the better. I was stronger now. A woman anew.
Though I didn’t realize it, things weren’t as perfect as I thought they were. There was still one last test awaiting the both of us, and it was worse than anything we had faced so far.
Chapter 8
Rachel
I watched the sunset from the window of my cell, admiring the beautiful colors painted across the sky as the world retreated back into darkness. The forest around the castle moved and swayed like a silent ocean of life. It was raining lightly, nothing strong enough to bring a storm, just enough to make the trees glow with that brilliant green vibrance that came after a good watering.
The castle had elaborate gardens, which Vincent had been kind enough to show me whenever we had a spare moment. Walking through them with him in the rain had become one of my favorite things to do since getting to know the castle better. This part of the world truly was ours, our own private sanctuary where no one could touch us or get in the way.
When the sun had finally disappeared below the horizo
n I closed the shutters on the windows. Getting both the windows back in this room had felt like quite an achievement at the time. Gone were the black slabs of wood that had been nailed to the frames to permanently shut out light. Now the frames had been beautifully restored, and the windows had light-tight shutters that could be opened and closed to my choosing.
Or Vincent’s choosing, depending on how much I was being punished that day.
I turned to look at the room that I now called my home. I had managed to completely work my way through the catalog in the month that I had been here, and my cell was no longer a blank stone canvas. There was now furniture—all white and matching—a dresser, a wardrobe, a large four-poster bed. Sweeping rugs ran across the floor and a candelabra had been installed to bring more light.
Walking across the room I stopped at the wall and looked up at the iron ring still in the stonework. I smiled at it. It was a small reminder of where we had come from, and we still liked to break out the chain and play with it every once in a while.
It all depended on how naughty I’d been.
We’d both fallen into something of a routine since getting back to the castle and deepening our bond. The first couple days after lying together we basically didn’t leave one another’s side. Attachment really was a strong feeling that ran deep, but it did recede after a few days and we were able to start moving about more regularly again.
And after that moment I think we both slipped into new roles at the castle. Vincent was still the leader—he was the Don of the family of course—but I was also there at his side too, the woman behind the great man.
From that point another part of me started growing. There was Rachel, the girl that had originally come to the castle, Slave, the part that Vincent had forged in the shadows, and now… me.
She was the woman that walked beside him in the corridors. The eyes that saw the things he couldn’t, the reassuring hand on his shoulder, the voice that scared the ever-loving shit out of visiting vampires, ones that had heard rumors about our visit to Monroe’s country house.