by K A Young
There are also a couple of different sized cabinets...wardrobes?
My eyes widen as the door shuts behind me, realizing that this is not just a room, it is a bedroom. From the looks of the real king size bed, I have a sinking feeling this is more preciously his room.
No.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as Locaine comes to stand right behind me. I whip around, fixating on his eyes with my own. He can tell I have many questions but knows I am refraining from breaking any rules. I've learned my lesson a few times over, and I'm not about to fall into the trap of his.
"Yes, slave?" He finally permits me to speak.
With permission, I let him have it, "What type of game are you planning on playing?" I seethe, the disdain in my voice is evident.
Why is he laughing?
Locaine is chuckling as he practically prances to one of the wardrobes, opening it gracefully while ignoring the question. He begins to unbutton his sapphire long sleeve button up shirt while continuing to give his back to me.
I can hear the blood pounding hard in my ears, rushing through my veins as my heart starts to accelerate. I really do attempt to avert my eyes as his powerful muscular whitish back reveals itself; he takes a hanger from the post and slips the shirt onto it with ease.
I don't want to find out what he is planning any longer...
...the dungeon looks a whole lot better than this situation.
While I turn around, ready to take hold of the door handle, already planning my next great escape I can feel a very subtle shift in the space around me. In the next second, my body is pinned up against the cherry wood door, Locaine's chest flush against my back.
"Where do you think you are going?" Locaine's lips are mere inches from my ear. A shiver traveling from the base of my spine to the strait of my neck at his hypnotic voice.
"I don't want to play this type of game with you," my voice falters briefly, thoughts racing through my mind at the many possibilities to the outcome of succumbing to him.
Locaine backs off me, only to toss me around, pushing my back up against the door. His sculpted chest presses against mine as he flashes me a coy smile, "I haven't even explained the game yet, and you already want to leave."
My skin heats as he runs his hands up my arms. He plants both of his hands on the door, stationing on either side of my shoulders to keep me securely in place. I attempt to reign in my out of control heart as it thumps hard against my rib cage.
"This game is quite simple," Locaine begins.
I'm not sure we are on the same page about games.
I hesitate before asking, "Are you going to trick me like you did in the ballroom?"
"You agreed to that," Locaine narrows his icy blue orbs, "you can choose if you want to play this game," he pauses a moment as if peaking my interest with his words by informing me, "if you don't want to, then you will not sleep in the slave's room at night. Instead, you will be taking up permanent residence in the dungeon during the day."
"That's not fair," I whisper, my eyes darting around the room. That's not even a choice! He's forcing me to play or take my sleeping bag now and become somewhat comfortable in the dungeon...
Will that lamp do enough damage?
I quickly think of the way I'd seen his room laid out, wondering if I have it memorized with a first glance.
Locaine smirks, "Oh, but that isn't even your punishment for losing."
"What?!" I nearly scream, his muscular body keeping me still against the door.
"If you win, you can have your own room," Locaine's voice is full of excitement, "but if you lose, I will continue where we left off and break bones in your body. Do you understand the outcomes? After all, I wouldn't want to trick you."
He still plans on hurting me...
...Carly, you're a LIAR!
I thought my heart was beating fast before, please, I can't control it at all.
If I don't play...I lose...If I don't win...I lose.
My eyes lock with his as I begin to think that having my own room would be nice if I didn't have to spend any more time with Emily.
"Okay," My voice cracks slightly, a tiny wave of fear falling over my body.
"Excellent," his smirk alters to that of a grin. Locaine removes his right hand from the wall, caressing the left side of my body ever so carefully. He weaves his fingers into the side of my hair, brushing it back behind my shoulder, exposing my upper chest, collarbone, and neck to him.
Locaine plants a feathery light kiss on the top of my collarbone. My eyes seal shut as I attempt to keep a firm hold on my breathing. His lips travel up the side of my neck until they finally rest near my ear.
His breath tickles my ear as he purs, "As I was saying, this game is quite simple. You will allow me to do whatever I like to you. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will, immediately. If you stop me, I finish where we left off. I will break bones and depending on how long you last, determines how many I will break."
"I-I" I stutter out, his intoxicating peppermint smell pulling me in further, "do whatever you like?" I question him back...unsure if that means precisely what I think it does...
Locaine nibbles carefully and gently on my earlobe, "I will not hurt you, slave..." his voice trails off, turning slightly husky, "unless you want me to that is."
A burning desire spreads like wildfire through my body, creating tiny bolts of electricity shooting out to my nerve endings. My heart is beating fast, not quite sure how this game is about to unfold.
I moan as Locaine sucks the skin of my neck into his teeth, the dangerous predator he is making me second guess what he'd just said.
He won't hurt me...he won't hurt me...this is all the reassuring comfort I receive, contemplating whether he is about to bite me. As soon as the fear comes, it subsides as he releases my flesh and swirls his tongue on the spot he had just taken in.
Besides the books I have read, I really don't know what I am doing...
My thoughts are hazy as I cry out again, Locaine's lips forming a smirk against my skin. His left-hand takes hold of my hip, slowly trailing his soft fingers down my leg, pulling it up as he goes until he has my leg hooked around his waist.
He rakes his nails against my skin, sending a burst of pleasure up my spin, registering briefly with my mind. I breathlessly whimper, "I-I don't..." I can't even finish my own sentence, my thoughts clouded by a carnal desire that I didn't think possible he could elect from me.
Locaine removes his lips from my neck, the fire still lingering on it as he releases me and takes a step back, where he lustfully growls, "Go lay on my bed."
My knees were weak, as I almost collapse down the door, knowing now the only reason I was standing, is because of Locaine's body.
How far...is he-
My thoughts buzz as the blood in my ears pound harder. I take a few shaky steps toward his bed before I am suddenly stopped by his next command.
"Take off your heels."
I do as I'm told, removing them carefully before steadily crawling onto the blood red covers.
I can't do this...not with this...this...vampire.
Any doubts flew right out the window of my mind as Locaine skillfully flips me flat onto my back. The feeling of the covers is quite soft and beautiful. Just like before in the dungeon, he rests each of his knees on either side of my waist. He is still wearing his dark slacks but had removed his own shoes as well.
How long can I last before he only breaks but a few bones?
I don't like people touching me, especially not in this way. I don't trust anyone, let alone a vampire, a pureblood vampire...the vampire king...someone who is using me to potentially kill my family members.
But my body betrays me as he trails his hands up my sides, elegantly unlacing the bodice of my uniform. I arch my back as the cold air contacts my nipples, hardening them. Locaine's lips return to my collarbone, trailing down my right breast. His ultramarine eyes are watchful of my every reaction.
His mouth
encircles my nipple, taking it entirely into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over it elects another moan from my lips. I feel dazed as his right hand begins to fondle my other breast, a spark igniting within me, my helpless body begging for more as I grasped the covers of his bed. I can already feel how wet I am becoming, liquid sliding down between my thighs.
This is wrong...
Locaine draws intricate circles around my nipple, lightly pinching it every now and then as his tongue tactfully works my other. Just as he lifts his head away and I think it is about to be over, he takes attention to my other nipple, encasing it in his warm mouth. I can't stop the way I'm feeling in his seduction, the arousal within me overloading the rest of my senses.
I buck my hips up involuntarily towards him. Locaine smirking against my breast, evidently satisfied with the results he is receiving. Instead of playing with my right breast, his free hand glides over my bare stomach.
Please no...
I can't control my body, or maybe I don't want to.
He slides down the black thong I'm wearing. My whole body is heating up, anticipating what Locaine is about to do to me.
'"You don't know what it's like! To not have the power to fight back..." Carly's voice echoes in my mind and brings back some sense of reality.
I feel his hand skate over my thigh, dipping into my inner thigh where I know he feels the wetness he's brought from me. The want and need continue to burn inside of me as I try with all my power to fight it.
Suddenly...I don't want to fight it...
...not when he runs his finger over my clit, rubbing it slowly in a circular motion.
"I envy you! You are a hunter! You can overcome their charm and power!" Her resonating voice slips through. At this moment, I don't believe for a second what she thinks of me. Otherwise, I'd be able to turn away from him...but I can't.
I breathlessly moaned, "Locaine...oh...oh god!"
He lifts his mouth off my nipple, locking his lustful eyes with my own. He leans back on his haunches, taking in my naked body beneath of him. He never stops for a second his skillful stimulation of my clit, working it over painfully slow now.
What just surprises me, is that I've said his name and he's not correcting me nor punishing me for stepping out of line...
Fire pools in my lower abdomen, ready to explode at any second. Locaine suddenly stopping all movement. I cry out in shock; the look of disappointment is evident on my face before I can even take it back.
His fanged-smug look creeps across his face.
"I think you like this game," his voice is uneven, clearly experiencing similar side effects as I was.
I won't give him the satisfaction...I won't submit to him...
Apparently, this is sexual frustration. Unfortunately, though, if he hadn't had stopped, I wouldn't have been able to say, "Stop."
Wait...what did I say?!
Conflicting emotions whirl around within my mind...
Locaine raises his eyebrows, confusion flickering across his eyes. He releases me, stepping off the bed just as he said he would...
He places his hands in his pockets and sighs, "You did last longer than I thought you would."
I'm slightly hopeful.
"But...I was not finished playing our game," he narrows his eyes at me, "get dressed."
When would he have been finished...?
Fear starts to replace the pleasure I had just felt.
He's going to break something...
I fumble with the lace as I seek out my thong, slipping it back on without saying anything. I'm trying to take as much time as I can, delaying the inevitable pain that will soon follow. When I've exhausted enough time, I finish strapping my heels back on and stand off the bed and onto my feet.
"Please...just get it over with," I attempt to sound brave as Locaine places his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me with his omniscient presence.
He brings his lips to my ear and informs me, "I don't use my bedroom for torture."
My skin crawls as he brings me to the door, opening it and closing it behind us. My heart is beating fast as we walk down the hall, coming to the staircase and making our way down it. Rynn is lingering in the main hall in a gorgeous green floor length dress. Her red locks are pulled back into a tight bun. It appears she had been talking with the other redhead, Flynn when our presence was made known.
Her intense green eyes regard us with curiosity, but she soon realized everything as Locaine steers me in the direction of the dungeon.
"Stubborn little bitch," Rynn huffs out and turns her attention back to Flynn.
"Did he-?" Flynn asks.
Rynn, however, hushes him, but he continues to ask "Did they-"
She takes hold of his shirt collar and lowers her voice, "No."
I can faintly hear their chatter as we approached the ominous dungeon door. I can already feel the cold coming from the room.
"Loc-" I'm cut off a second later.
"Excuse me, slave?" He is cold now like nothing had just happened between is in his room.
Right, that was lust...not love, how blind of me to think that for a split second.
Locaine unlocks the door and waits for me to enter, "I'm...I'm sorry, master."
"In," is all he says, void of emotion.
I shuffle into the room, the stone beneath my heels the only sound in the room. There are only two women left in the cattle cage when my eyes briefly flicker to it.
"Go to the table," Locaine nods in the direction of where I was once chained to. I'm unbelievably calm now, understanding that once again, my actions hold consequences and he didn't trick me...I made that choice to stop him. I know I'm going to be punished, but I'm thankful I had not given myself so quickly to him.
I stand in front of the table, glancing down at it briefly. I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath before turning around to face Locaine. How had I not noticed his shirt was still off...
That's why Flynn assumed...
Locaine strides towards me, coming to stand a foot away. He suddenly without warning lifts me up by my waist and places me on the table, so my knees are bent over the side.
"I am going to give you two more choices," he crosses his arms in front of his bare pecks, "either you can choose what I will break, or I can choose it for you."
Just one?
Had I really made it further than he initially thought I would? Was this something of a reward in his eyes?
Some reward...
I hold my hands in my lap, my eyes downcast. It had hurt a lot when Daren had crushed my hand, and I know it will take a day or so for it to heal.
I think I could make due with only one hand now...
...I feel if I pick anything smaller, he'll believe me trying to escape punishment and opt to go with the first option and break a larger bone.
With my mind made up, I slowly lift my arm, outstretching my left hand as an offering.
Locaine takes my hand into his own. I flinch slightly, preparing myself for the pain that will soon follow under his actions. His eyes lock with my own just as he raises his other hand and holds the base of my wrist, more than likely to prevent me from reacting to his actions and causing further damage to myself unknowingly.
"Are you ready?" He asks me while I continue to steady my slowly rising heart rate.
Instead of responding to him verbally, I merely close my eyes into tight slits and turn my head away from him. He begins to tighten his grip on my hand, slowly crushing the tiny bones in my fingertips.
A small gasp escapes my lips at the pain that begins to slowly ebb into my bones.
He then begins to break every one of my fingers up to my knuckles. I can't silence myself as I scream in pain, shooting my head back toward him and looking up at him with pleading eyes, trying to slightly pull back and away in the process.
Unfortunately, his hand holds my wrist firm, and he proceeds to snap the bones in the palm of my hand.
Tears spring to my eyes, but they never fell, I won't a
llow them to. I bite my lower lip as he releases my hand. Very quickly, I withdraw it to my chest, cradling it while the pain dully radiates throughout.
"You can go and eat dinner with Emily and Carly in the kitchen," Locaine takes hold of my waist once again, placing me on the floor gently. I don't speak...I can't. Instead, I merely nod my head without another glance at him.
I walk toward the door, grasping the handle with my good hand. Once I open the door, I take off down the hallway, looking down at the ground the entire time as I fight back those tears.
Chapter 12
-Annika
My mind is numb as I lazily stir my spoon in the bowl of tomato soup. Emily, Carly, and I sit at a small round wooden table in the corner of the lavish kitchen. I hold my left hand in my lap, trying hard not to accidentally bump it as the pain is still there even though it's dull.
"So," Carly clears her throat and shatters the rather peaceful silence. My eyes glance up from the soup and meet with hers.
"Is everything okay?" The hint in Carly's voice appears to be sincere, her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, forming cascading ringlets down her back. There is just something else hidden in her tone that makes me believe that she's merely asking for formality sake as neither Emily nor Carly appear to be that interested in becoming friends with me. I don't want friends though...
"Yes," I reply shortly, not wanting to go into the details of my punishment. Her eyebrows raise, and she takes a mouthful of soup into her mouth. Emily, on the other hand, appears to have her nose stuck up in the air, her perfect posture shadowing ours. Her long blonde hair is tied up into her usual two ponytails, falling down her chest like two waterfalls. She has two white ribbons weaved into them for an accent today.
Carly prods again, "Are you sure? You seem...not yourself."
"Really?" I spit at her, "What do you really know about me to make that presumptuous remark?"
Neither of these girls knows the first thing about me or how I usually act. What they have been observing, is the flight or fight response of a hunter being forced into a situation that part of the time sickens me...