Bite Me

Chapter 3

Kiara

Looking in the mirror I was disgusted at the person looking back at me. Dressed in a black lace bra and g-string, it left little to the imagination, but I guess that was the point – to get this over with quickly.

Opening the door, I walk straight over to the shiny pole at the right-hand side of the room, at least there he wouldn’t touch me.

“Everyone out,” he commanded, and I could hear the creak of the chair as it turned in my direction. “You’re late. Shall I take it out of your rations?”

Pausing momentarily in my step, I tried to reframe from showing my anger. His men were just a word away from breaking down the door and punishing me for speaking back.

“I’ll do more,” I mumbled, my stomach tightening just thinking about what he may want from me.

“What was that, little one?” he pressed and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“I said I’ll do more,” I spoke louder, still avoiding eye contact and looking solely at the pole.

“Mmm,” he hummed, and I once again heard the creak of the chair. Daring a glance, I could see him looking at my legs appreciatingly as he approached me. I quickly whipped my head back to look at the pole as I bit my lip anxious of what was to come. “What do you have on under that silk, I wonder?”

His body was pressed up against mine so I could feel his pleasure at both the power he held over me and his interest in my body. Sweeping the hair from my right shoulder, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck seconds before he scraped his fangs across my skin sending shivers.

I was repulsed by my body’s reaction to my tormentor, yet I couldn’t help my body’s betrayal, giving him the permission he needed to continue.

“Ah,” he whispered in my ear, “You liked that did you? How much?”

His hand raked up in inner thigh causing me to clench them together, but it only encouraged him more.

“I can feel your heat, little one,” he murmured into my ear and I sucked in a breath as his fingers inched closer, just touching the outside of the lace, “So wet. Do you need me to fix that for you?”

My back straightened stiff as a board as I squeaked out, “No.”

“You don’t sound overly confident in that choice,” he continued to rub making my squeeze my legs tighter, “Are you sure you don’t want to rethink it?”

Closing my eyes, I took in a commanding breath and stated, “No. Thank you, master.” The word master tasted bitter on my tongue, and I couldn’t wait for the day he bowed down to me, begging his new master before I ripped out his throat.

His chuckle behind me as he removed his hand made me close my eyes, praying that was the last time he’d touch me today, “Allow me to help you out of that robe, little one.”

His fingers caressed both sides of my neck as they travelled down, slowly peeling the silk robe from my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. His whistle of appreciation disgusted me, and I stepped forward away from him and placed my hand on the pole.

“One day, little one, that no will be a loud resounding yes as you scream my name in ecstasy.” He smirked as he walked backwards to sit back down in his seat, watching as I start my routine.

*

Grinding against the pole, I can’t help but think about my mother and her biological daughter. ‘Does she know what I’ve lost? Was there ever an attempt at saving us?’ I wondered but already knew the answer, ‘I’m nothing to her, why would she? Instead, she lost our mother and got my father killed all to save herself.’

The bitterness continued to grow inside me as I started to plan phase one of my attack. ‘Do I cut off a wolfs ear to send her? Or maybe I should rip out the next wolfs claws that dare to cross paths with me and send them to her. Rather symbolic and it would provide the desired effect – fear. Who sent it? What did they want?’ I smiled just imagining the look on her face and wished I could be a fly on the wall when it arrived. ‘No, it needed to be bigger. She needed to know what she’d take from me and I knew just what to do.’