The Vampire King's Assassin Pet

Ride

Seline

“Now, come closer.” He ordered a hint of satisfaction in his voice. I obeyed him wordlessly, crawling forward. “Good girl. What is your name?”

I hesitated, forgetting my name temporarily. He c****d his head. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me?”

“S-Seline.” I shuddered, the voice sounding bitter on my tongue.

“Seline.” He repeated slowly, a small smile dancing on his lips. There’s a flicker of something I couldn’t decipher in his eyes. Maybe he knew someone who answered the same name or at least something remotely similar.

“You’re as beautiful as your name, Seline. You may call me Master or Sir. I own you from this moment henceforth.”

“Yes, Master.” I nodded. It was nothing new. Jax had briefed me on the titles Vampire masters would love to be called.

“The Vampire Academy trained you, right?”

“Yes Sir. Sir Jax mentored me.”

He hummed, bobbing his head. “Yes. Jax was your former master. Do you know this?” He signaled, pointing two fingers to the floor in a V-shape.

I parted my legs in answer, and he smirked, lowering his eyes. “I need them to be wider. Raise your chin and chest and put your arms behind you.”

I did as he commanded, moaning as he shoved the foot of his black-leathered shoe between my thighs. He licked his lips. “Like that, pet?”

“Y-Yes, Master.” I rasped, desire clouding my mind. I whimpered when he pulled his shoe back and rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. My mouth went dry at how perfect and muscular he was. He twisted his finger in a circle and I follow his orders, wondering how he could be turned on when I was in a dress like this.

“Is this your first time at an auction? Were you brought out last year?”

“Yes, Master. This is my first auction. I wasn’t among the editions bidden for last year.” I trained my gaze on his breast pocket.

“Look at me, Seline.”

I snapped my eyes up to meet his. His eyes shimmered; two golden pools that I fall into without thinking.

“That’s better,” he rasped. “I bet you’re even more beautiful when you shift. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, taking off the yellow dress and standing up. Arms before me, I shifted quickly – my fur reddish and soft. I sat at his foot, wagging my tail like an obedient dog.

“Perfection.” He breathed, massaging my back. “Now shift back to your human form.”

I yowled, shrinking back to normalcy. His eyes danced on my skin as I pulled the yellow dress back on. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you…Master.” My voice wobbled. I always felt vulnerable when naked, and he seemed to notice that.

“Don’t be scared, little pet. I’m not going to hurt you.”

No. I am going to be the one to hurt you. “T-thank you.”

He moved closer, tracing a long finger down my temple to my cheek. My body melted to his touch, much to my distaste. “You’re so pure. So…naïve and untouched.”

I wanted to laugh. Naïve? I was anything but naïve. He was playing with fire.

“Are you really a virgin?”

I nodded, fighting to swallow. I couldn’t move. “Yes, Master.”

“You haven’t been fed on? Not even once?”

I gave up trying to move, shaking my head. He tilted my head to the side, the sight of his sharp fangs making my stomach lurch. I closed my eyes, my heart racing as I waited for him to sink them into my neck.

Moments passed by and I didn’t feel anything. I peeled my eyes open. He was staring, wide-eyed as though he’d seen a ghost. He brought up his fingers to my neck. “How is this possible? Since when…did you get this mark?”

I exhaled in relief, thrilled to see him less composed than normal. The mark in question had been there since birth. Before my parents died I’d asked them about it, but they’d refused to divulge the meaning behind it. “Since I was a baby, Sir.” He blinked in disbelief.

“Your parents…who were they? Where are they?”

A stark feeling of revulsion surged up my chest. Something flashed in his eyes—terror, and I composed myself. Was he seriously asking me about my parents when he’d been the one to kill them? Did he think I was foolish?

He c****d his head to the side. “I asked a question, pet.” He was visibly annoyed.

I bunched my hands into fists. “They’re gone.”

“Gone?”

I nodded. “Yes. Gone. Dead.”

His eyes softened. “I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand that this is a sensitive topic for you, but did they ever tell you the meaning behind this birthmark? Are you the only one in your family with it?”

He was agitated, and I suspected that perhaps he’d seen the mark before. On someone he loved. It had to be. “Yes Sir. I’m the only one with the mark.”

“This is impossible.” He muttered after a brief pause. The vampire that’d strolled in earlier and sat behind him came in just then, running a hand through his dark hair. His face was troubled as he whispered something in Ferrara’s ears. I tried not to listen but my supersonic hearing picked up a few words that sounded like, ‘I couldn’t find him and ‘He’s gone. They were searching for someone.

The vampire left and Ferrara’s face returned to its cold impassive state. He sat back on the chair and made a sign with his finger. I went down on my knees first, then on all fours.

“Turn around, pet.” He said. I obeyed, slowly crawling to face away from him. I lowered my chest to the carpet, waiting breathlessly with my head resting on my arms.

“Raise your dress.”

I pulled the thin material up, cold air whipping my exposed butt. He nudged the inside of my right knee with his shoe and I spread them wider so he could see everything.

I was his property, and I never felt that word any more than that moment. I sucked my bottom lip as his hand ghosted up the surface of my butt, down to the back of my thighs. He wasn’t touching but I felt it. The hairs on my body were all at attention.

I inhaled and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled.

“Go lower, pet,” I pressed my chest further down the carpet so my butt is hiked up high in the air for his perusal. I was a toy, undergoing an intensive inspection.

The price I had to pay to bring justice to my family.

“Lovely,” He breathed, his voice rocking my core. I tried not to moan. “You’re rare. A f*****g masterpiece…wet for me.”

I pressed my lip together, feeling moist down there. Nothing prepared me for the next moment when he inserted a finger between my labia.

I shuddered.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured as he began to stroke my wet slit, turning his fingers in circles. My body betrayed me and I pushed slightly into his touch, pleasure pooling in my stomach, tightening into a hard knot and spiraling uncontrollably. A moan escaped my lips just as he retrieved his finger.

The sensation faded and I was left dazed and hungry for more.

I turned my face slightly to find him licking the finger that’d just been in my clit. The sight was hot, especially when I caught sight of his beautiful fangs. He beamed.

“You taste perfect.”

It shouldn’t have but his statement made me feel warm. I colored instantly, confused about why I felt so happy. I was sour and bitter, and sweet words normally didn’t have any effect on me no matter what. What made Ferrara any different from anyone else?

The answer was right in front of me. I’d never known any man’s touch but his.

His voice startled me, pulling me from ruminating further. “Stand.”

I raised myself off the ground and arranged my dress.

“The auctioneer didn’t lie. You’re a virgin as he claimed, and I’m looking forward to training you further.”

Mental images of what the training entailed rushed through my mind. I felt the moisture between my legs increase. Oh god, I couldn’t let my body get in the way of this mission. He seemed to have me under a spell already.