murmured.
“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” Vic
snarled, reaching over to yank her leash.
The conservatory glowed with life, a glass
dome taller than a three story building and filled to the ceiling
with towering plants. The air was richly scented, heavy with dew
and nectar. The concrete floor of the tunnel had turned to
gloriously plush grass. It reached up between her toes, tickling
pleasurably across the soles of her feet.
In this beautiful place Knight was waiting,
dark as a panther in the jungle. He sprawled on an antique chaise
longue, bathed in the golden light pouring from a chandelier.
Unlike last night he was dressed for comfort – at least more so.
His shirt was white, immaculate and crisp against his pale skin.
The pants were simple and dark but perfectly cut. He’d kicked his
feet up, lazing over the expensive furniture in a way that was
painfully alluring.
His black eyes flicked up, fixed on her
face.
Alice’s breath caught in her throat. As hot
as the place was, she suddenly felt like she’d been dropped into
icy water. She tried in vain to hide her bare flesh, pull back away
from him, but the pair of vampire flunkies only snarled at her.
They dragged her closer step by step, like a wayward puppy.
In this light he glowed as pale as marble,
with eyes deeper than the night sky. He looked her up and down,
slowly, enjoying her discomfort. At first she stared back, but her
instincts screamed at her until she looked down and away, trembling
slightly. The flunkies stood silent to either side of her, the
blonde one holding tight to her leash.
“They tell me you didn’t eat anything.”
“Didn’t meet my standards.” Alice rasped,
trying and failing to sound nonchalant. It was stupid to taunt this
cruel man, but even if it meant a whipping she had to prove she
wasn’t afraid of him.
“And I see you’ve recovered your sarcasm.”
Knight leaned back, grinning just wide enough to bare one gleaming
fang. “In my youth I would have beaten that out of you, or worse.
You should consider yourself lucky.”
“What changed?” Alice asked, before she could
stop herself.
“I grew up!” He laughed, “It only took four
hundred years.” He stretched, as languid as a jungle cat. This
strange place seemed to be his element. He sprawled confidently
over the antique wood, allowing his eyes to rove over her young
flesh. His gaze never softened, though. He stared at her with a
predatory intensity.
“Still,” he said, after a while, “you
shouldn’t test me. There are far worse things than a whipping.”
“There’s nothing worse than this.”
“Quiet,” he snapped, sharp enough that she
jumped. Moving with agonizing slowness, Knight stood and stretched.
He stalked towards her, circling her like a lion circles its prey.
Without warning his hand shot out, cupped her sex. Alice gasped,
flinching helpless against her bonds. His fingers were cool and
hard, and they manipulated her mercilessly while she squirmed.
“I need to break you,” his fingers slipped
over her sex, parting the lips easily, “this is insufferable.
You’ll be much happier when you can stop pretending and enjoy your
position.”
Alice flushed bright red, mewling a little as
his finger dipped past the outer folds and into her slit. To her
horror she felt heat creeping through her. Her treacherous body
leapt at his touch, made worse by the damp heat of the greenhouse.
Her pert nipples tingled as they stood up, and she could hardly
breathe. She heard Vic snicker behind her and winced, suddenly
feeling their eyes on her.
His finger slid out of her, and he looked
over her shoulder at the two vampires still waiting. Alice would
have given anything to die at that moment, but all she could do was
stand there with eyes gleaming, trying desperately not to cry. The
shame of being touched by her ‘master’ was bad enough, but in front
of these other two it was agony.
Something about her expression wiped the
smile off Knight’s
“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” Vic
snarled, reaching over to yank her leash.
The conservatory glowed with life, a glass
dome taller than a three story building and filled to the ceiling
with towering plants. The air was richly scented, heavy with dew
and nectar. The concrete floor of the tunnel had turned to
gloriously plush grass. It reached up between her toes, tickling
pleasurably across the soles of her feet.
In this beautiful place Knight was waiting,
dark as a panther in the jungle. He sprawled on an antique chaise
longue, bathed in the golden light pouring from a chandelier.
Unlike last night he was dressed for comfort – at least more so.
His shirt was white, immaculate and crisp against his pale skin.
The pants were simple and dark but perfectly cut. He’d kicked his
feet up, lazing over the expensive furniture in a way that was
painfully alluring.
His black eyes flicked up, fixed on her
face.
Alice’s breath caught in her throat. As hot
as the place was, she suddenly felt like she’d been dropped into
icy water. She tried in vain to hide her bare flesh, pull back away
from him, but the pair of vampire flunkies only snarled at her.
They dragged her closer step by step, like a wayward puppy.
In this light he glowed as pale as marble,
with eyes deeper than the night sky. He looked her up and down,
slowly, enjoying her discomfort. At first she stared back, but her
instincts screamed at her until she looked down and away, trembling
slightly. The flunkies stood silent to either side of her, the
blonde one holding tight to her leash.
“They tell me you didn’t eat anything.”
“Didn’t meet my standards.” Alice rasped,
trying and failing to sound nonchalant. It was stupid to taunt this
cruel man, but even if it meant a whipping she had to prove she
wasn’t afraid of him.
“And I see you’ve recovered your sarcasm.”
Knight leaned back, grinning just wide enough to bare one gleaming
fang. “In my youth I would have beaten that out of you, or worse.
You should consider yourself lucky.”
“What changed?” Alice asked, before she could
stop herself.
“I grew up!” He laughed, “It only took four
hundred years.” He stretched, as languid as a jungle cat. This
strange place seemed to be his element. He sprawled confidently
over the antique wood, allowing his eyes to rove over her young
flesh. His gaze never softened, though. He stared at her with a
predatory intensity.
“Still,” he said, after a while, “you
shouldn’t test me. There are far worse things than a whipping.”
“There’s nothing worse than this.”
“Quiet,” he snapped, sharp enough that she
jumped. Moving with agonizing slowness, Knight stood and stretched.
He stalked towards her, circling her like a lion circles its prey.
Without warning his hand shot out, cupped her sex. Alice gasped,
flinching helpless against her bonds. His fingers were cool and
hard, and they manipulated her mercilessly while she squirmed.
“I need to break you,” his fingers slipped
over her sex, parting the lips easily, “this is insufferable.
You’ll be much happier when you can stop pretending and enjoy your
position.”
Alice flushed bright red, mewling a little as
his finger dipped past the outer folds and into her slit. To her
horror she felt heat creeping through her. Her treacherous body
leapt at his touch, made worse by the damp heat of the greenhouse.
Her pert nipples tingled as they stood up, and she could hardly
breathe. She heard Vic snicker behind her and winced, suddenly
feeling their eyes on her.
His finger slid out of her, and he looked
over her shoulder at the two vampires still waiting. Alice would
have given anything to die at that moment, but all she could do was
stand there with eyes gleaming, trying desperately not to cry. The
shame of being touched by her ‘master’ was bad enough, but in front
of these other two it was agony.
Something about her expression wiped the
smile off Knight’s
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