Silent Daughter 1: Taken by Linnea May, Stella Noir Page A

cover the area around the helm, but it is still a lot lighter out here than it was in the forest.
    Her eyes seem to reflect the blue sky above us. It seems silly to me that I have ever mistaken them for green.
    My plan was to sit out on the deck with her for a while. Have a drink, cha t — what a normal couple would do.
    But I am not normal.
    The beast is raging inside of me, impatient to finally have a taste of her. A real taste.
    Keep it together, keep it together .
    You'll have her. All of her.
    My fists unwillingly clench as I try to figure out what my next move should be.
    She notices it just as she did out on the terrace at the party.
    "Why do I make you angry?" she asks. Her voice quivers.
    There it is. She is scared.
    Deliciously scared.
    "Get up," I command her.
    She flinches at the sound of my voice. The beast is right there, dancing on the tip of my tongue. I can no longer hide it, and I know I won't be able to have a conversation with her right now.
    I need to feed the beast first.
    "Get up!" I repeat, louder this time. "I'm not going to say it again."
    Her eyes widen with fear and her cheeks blush. She likes this. Her flushed cheeks are just as much of a telltale as her erratic breathing.
    She jumps up from her seat and takes two steps away from me.
    There's nowhere to run, little girl.
    She stares at me, her eyes wide open with that delicious panic. Her breathing has changed to that exquisite rhythm I love so much.
    I get up from my seat and dart forward, grabbing her upper arm as I come to a halt in front of her and pulling her so close to me that her delicate body is pressed against mine. She gasps in surprise and stares up at me.
    "I know you don't mind," I whisper. "I would like to get a taste of you now. I'm sorry, it can't wait."
    Her eyes flicker.
    "A taste of me?" she breathes.
    "Exactly," I confirm.
    I turn around and drag her with me as I make my way downstairs to the lower deck. She stumbles down the narrows stairs behind me, almost falling, before I catch her. I close the door behind us, just in case she turns out to be a screamer after all.
    "Undress!" I order her as we stand in the living area of the lower deck.
    She takes a quick look around as if she was checking whether we're alone or not. The interior is designed in modern colors similar to the upper deck, but featuring a few darker accents. Behind Liz is a ridiculously large sofa corner all in grey and black.
    I take few steps forward, causing her to retreat closer to the sofas behind her.
    "I said undress!" I repeat, glaring at her with narrow eyes.
    She takes a deep breath. "Here? Now?"
    "Yes," I confirm. "And if you don't do it in the next few seconds, I promise you, you'll be in trouble."
    She furls her eyebrows. "What about you? Won't you g e — "
    I interrupt her by darting forward, grabbing her upper arm again and throwing her towards the sofa.
    "When I tell you to do something," I yell as I push her forward. "You fucking do it, understand?"
    She manages to prevent herself from falling onto the sofa and turns around to me, her eyes burning with fury.
    "Understand?" I repeat, taking another step closer to her.
    "Yes," she replies through pressed lips.
    "Master," I correct her. "That's what you'll call me from now on. Yes, Master."
    She swallows hard. This part is clearly not easy, and I am sure she has never had to call anyone else Master.
    Good. Perfect.
    "Yes, Master," she breathes, lowering her eyes.
    "And look at me while you say it," I demand.
    She sighs. An offense that will get her in trouble later, but I let it pass for now.
    "Yes, Master," she repeats, now fixating me with her eyes.
    Simultaneously, she starts unwrapping the giant scarf around her neck.
    "Good girl," I praise. "Stand over here."
    I point to the spot right next to me, about four feet away from the sofa.
    She obeys immediately and places herself where I want her.
    I exchange places with her and let myself settle onto the couch, crossing my legs as I look up at