Bought Ch. 02

"You expect me to wear this?"

He smiled a very leering smile. "That is to only be worn for someone special, and that someone is me."

Slowly, with his eyes glittering like the predator that he was, Master Rhoe slithered into her beautiful bed. Her stomach sank. Without much effort, the man already sullied the experience by being in a space that was to be hers for the week.

She placed the garment back into the closet, making sure to make it more hidden than it was. Continuing her search through the expansive closet, she found drawers of more personal items such as underwear and underbodices, all in matching sets. It embarrassed her to know that the man in the room more than likely picked these things himself.

"I am sure you wish to tidy yourself before bed, Pet. Through the doors to the right is your private bathroom."

Her eyes widened. Her own bathroom? She could not believe the luxuries.

She grabbed the most conservative article of clothing from her temporary wardrobe and then hustled into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She held her breath as she braced her thin body against the door with fear of retaliation coursing through her. After a moment or three, she felt secure enough that Master Rhoe was not far behind her. With a heavy sigh, she pushed away from the bathroom door.

And she finally took in the bathroom.

While the rest of the house was in luxurious, deep reds and browns, the bathroom was blindingly pristine white and gold. She rubbed her eyes from the brightness of it. If it was so light at night, she couldn't begin to imagine the room during the day.

She was pleased to find the bath full and delicately scented. Eagerly she stripped her tattered clothing and let them fall to the floor, then stepped into the still wonderfully hot bath.

Her mind tumbled through the events of the evening and night. Sold without even a little regard from her family, but that was not surprising. Now she was a budding mistress to a vampire and potentially the lady of a very fine home. She did not want either thing. The luxury did not outweigh the moral cost. Vampires could not be trusted. They used and abused. Over centuries, they managed to rape all that the humans were and pushed the Fair Folks from their cities into the woods. The only peoples safe from the plague were the Demons.

If she stayed with them, she would sell part of who she was out, and she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing. All she had to do was pretend long enough to make her escape, wherever that would take her.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on the distant hope dangled before her. The world was a dangerous place, and she had no idea of what would become of her. The only promise was that she would no longer be someone's slave.

The thought warmed her almost as much as her scented bath. Both lulled her deeply within herself and her thoughts.

All she had to do was to wait.

She settled back into the tub and allowed relaxation wash over her. Before the last vision of freedom finished in her mind's eye, she unknowingly drifted to sleep.

The feeling of eyes crawling on her bare skin pulled her from sleep. She jolted with her whole body as her eyes shot open in shock. It took a moment or two to process where she was, though it wasn't where she remembered last. She didn't remember finishing her bath, but somehow, she made it to the bed, though without dressing.

When she tried to sit up, she noticed the chains tying her arms to the bed. Frightened, she attempted to yank herself free. As panic set in, she heard the laughter.

"Going somewhere, my pet?"

She jolted and looked to the foot of the bed only to find Master Rhoe, draped on the edge of it. He was mostly free of clothing; he wore butter soft leather pants, and his torso was bare.

"Why am I chained?" she asked with an edgy tremble in her voice.

Master Rhoe smirked at her. His long, elegant fingers danced across the bed until they delicately stroked one of her feet. She quickly yanked it away causing him to smirk.

"I would not wish for my investment to flee."

The thought would have crossed her mind at some point. She had to admit that much to herself. However, she still resented the accusations, especially after agreeing to Master Khelman's terms.

"I would not do such a thing."

Rhoe huffed at her. "It does not do you well to lie to me, my precious pet."

A dark smile spread on his pale lips. Leisurely he moved to his knees, and then crawled his way up her body. His fingers danced up her legs, passed her hips, along her stomach. She could barely breathe from the fear of his touch.

"Come now, am I that repulsive to you?" he asked. Smartly, she didn't answer. That wouldn't save her, though. He leaned down to her ear to whisper. "I can make you want me, Thana." He licked her ear. "I can make you want me more than you'll want to take air into your lungs." He bit at her cheek

He lifted his mouth from her cheek, turning it so that she could look into his eyes. Though she had desperately wanted to look away, she was caught. Those emerald orbs seemed to glow like cat's eyes hiding in a darkened alley. She couldn't turn. Suddenly she felt sedate. Had he cast some spell on her? And, of course, Master Rhoe knew his effect on her. The girl was at his mercy now.

"Now, my pet, let's see what is under the entirety of these tattered clothes."

His hands grabbed the edge of her collar. With one very rough movement, he ripped the clothing from her body, straight down the middle. Beneath the dirty old clothes was a hidden masterpiece.

She was warm and supple. Large firm breasts. Large caramel mounds with large pink/brown nipples dying to be touched. His ice-cold hands grabbed the mounds of soft flesh. Her nipples became tight underneath his palm, no doubt thanks to the change in temperature, but part of her had to admit feel of his skin was also a culprit. He squeezed the breasts together and moved them apart over and over, as though using the controls of a machine. He kneaded them as though making bread.

"Mm, now these are the best ones I've seen in some time." He moved his hand so that his fingers could trace the pebble nips, "Do you like that? I bet you do."

He was right. She did. The sensations it gave made her tingle. The fear in the back of her mind only increased that fact.

Rhoe's mouth lowered to her breasts, taking one nipple into it. Those horrible, sharp teeth brushed against her sensitive skin, almost nicking her. His eyes stayed on her with an arrogant gleam while he continued to violate her body with tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, one hand cupped the free breast, pinching at the hardened tip.

Why did this cold touch warm her, particularly between her legs? It was like everything he did to her bosom snaked straight there. If he kept this up, the events in the carriage would repeat themselves. Her eyes narrowed at him as much as they could. Damnit, she didn't want to give him that sort of satisfaction again.

"You feel warm and moist between your legs, do you not, pet?" he asked when he rose his head, "Like in the carriage. Can you feel your walls tightening? Pleasure and desire growing?" He laughed darkly. "I bet that delicious little jewel between your folds is begging for my attention."

He sat up high on his knees and pulled her legs apart more. As he suspected, that slit of hers glistened for him.

"Would you look at that? You are such a horny little thing." He made a face as he took in a deep breath. A satisfied sigh escaped him. "You smell, too."

Thana almost cried at shame of it. Her mind was desperate to close her legs, but her body was still unwilling to move. The embarrassment literally hurt her.

"Aw, honey, do not be upset. I like the smell. And I know it tastes as good."

He dipped his fingers in between her fold, brushing a finger against her pearl. A wave of pleasure trembled along her insides, though her body showed nothing of the sort. Rhoe brought the finger to his mouth, licking up her juices.

"Mm, as I suspected. Wonderful. Here, have a little." He dipped in again, then placed the fingers on her lip.

He smeared her taste along her mouth. She could smell herself, taste herself.

It mortified her. But also excited her in ways she couldn't describe.

His returned his fingers to her womanhood and and began stroking her. His touch centered on the one spot-that place most sensitive. Electricity moved along her, tensing the muscles of her stomach. Her center clenched, as well, convulsing in on itself once with a quiet wet sound.

"Ooh, now that's what I like to hear, pet," he said as he continued his play. "Is your moment coming so soon?"

The touch was magic. Nothing else could describe the sensations rushing through her loins while he played with her. Everything felt so hot and wet and wonderful. Gods how she hated him just then, forcing her body to respond this way.

"I won't let it happen just yet." He gave her a wolfish grin. "I will hold your moment off until your body almost hurts for it."

It very nearly did right now. It couldn't possibly worsen. He continued his assault to find out. Each stroke of his fingers intensified the sensation, sending those pleasure pulses from the center of her to every corner of her still body.

Rhoe did not let up. His movements continued until moisture leaked from her, gushing down to the sheets. Still, she had not had her moment. Instead, she hung on the glittering edge of it to the point she was sure she would be driven mad. Her mind screamed at Rhoe to finish her, but he did not. All he did was watch her with that hideous knowing smile.

"So close, aren't you? I can feel you tensing. And your wetness. Look at this." A finger ran down her parted legs to that sensitive place between her quaking hotness to the crevice of her bottom, "Look at how wet you've become, my naughty little pet."

He lifted his hand so she could see trails of herself running from his fingertips to his wrist. He grinned at her, then at her.

"I told you I could make you want me. You want me badly, don't you?" His finger dipped in again, holding itself at that little betrayer hidden in her flesh.

If she could have screamed out, she would have. Still, he did not make her. Still, she hung at the edge of that wonderful end. Rhoe just held his finger there, pressing in, allowing the need rise in her so badly it nearly caused pain.

His free hand moved between his legs. Until now, she had not noticed the hard lump there. Fear rose through her, along with a carnal desire. Of course, Rhoe knew. Another lewd grin touched his lips.

Fingers fiddled at the leather straps holding his pants together. Slowly, he undid them. All Thana could do was wait. Fear and hunger coursed through her as she helplessly watched. Soon, his pants were undone and the hardened length begging for freedom sprang out.

"See what you've done, pet?"

Oh, she did. He was impossibly long and thick as he saluted her naked body. Pale and pink, with a wet tip. Why did she want to lick up the wetness? Hell, she didn't understand her body's reaction. She hated this man... But she hungered for him. Oh, how she hungered!

"You want this?"

He brought the tip of himself to her folds, rubbing himself into her. The cold hit her first, followed by a wave of warmth from inside. It felt so good. So right. He was so close to slipping it in. She wanted it inside her, filling her, completing her. A low moan escaped her throat, catching her by surprise.

He was nearly inside, hanging just outside the opening. With a thrust of his hips, he would be in her, and then she could finally release. The desire to finish overwhelmed the desire to run and hide.

"You want this?" he asked again

Despite herself, she whispered in agreement. Yes, she did want him inside. Her hips moved upward, welcoming him to join flesh to flesh. Her eyes closed as several soft groans parted from her throat.

"Aw, pet. Not today." He laughed, cruelly.

Her eyes shot open. Horror rushed over her features. She needed him to take her. That edge of pleasure hurt. He had to release her.

"Please. Please, Master Rhoe! It's right there. I need it... Finish me. Make me. Please, please, PLEASE!" she begged.

A groan came from him this time. As she begged, his head threw back as though captured in his own pleasure. The stiff thing at his loins throbbed at her.

"Not today!" he said hoarsely while his hand moved to his member, stroking, "You will listen. You will obey. And I will give you my cock when I feel the time is appropriate."

He shifted until the underside of his member hung close to her pearl. Each movement of his hand brushed against her plush meat. The touch was barely enough, but waves of pleasure moved through her again. Each stroke had her opening her legs wider, hoping to have a little more of that touch.

She could see between their bodies. The tiny hole of his hardness pointed right at her. She watched in fascination as the tip became wetter and wetter while his hand pumped. It throbbed at her. Rhoe groaned and grunted each time it did so.

It got to a point she could no longer watch. Instead, her head threw back into her pillows and her body arched. Her hands pulled at the chains locking her to the bed. Pants had her chest falling and rising rapidly. Her heart pounded. Her wet hole tightened, just at that point. Rhoe's strokes quickened as he touched his own meat, brushing her more.

"Oh, Master Rhoe! Yes!" she screamed out, "It's here!!"

Orgasm bounded through her, causing her whole body to shudder. Her hips wiggled around, bobbing up and down as the release soared inside of her. She rode it until there was nothing left and she collapsed back into the bed.

Rhoe made a grunting sound, causing her to open her eyes. His hands stopped pumping. He looked at her with eyes on the edge of madness. With a frightening smile, something shot from him, flying all over her body. Ooze dripped down her face after the first squirt. The second one had the cold stuff across her chest. The third went to her stomach.

He gasped, placing one hand on the bed as he had did his own collapsing. He stayed that way for some time, as though collecting himself. When he finally rose his face, that look of madness was gone. No, he was back to his usual "charming" self.

Rhoe slid off of her, then off of the bed.

"That was a delight, pet," he said as he fixed himself into his pants, "Seems I got you all sticky. Shame on me."

She felt extremely dirty. Wetness still flowed from her body to the bed, and now that his spunk was all over her, it was beginning to feel like some sort of glue.

"Let me go so I can wash up." She said, her voice shaking.

He scoffed.

"No. You will stay like that." He laughed, then leaned over licking her lips.

She turned her head away quickly, which caused another laugh from him. Every ounce of her had been humiliated by this vampire beast once again.

"Good night, pet."

With that, Master Rhoe exited her room, closing the door. He left her exposed to the world, sticky and dirty, and utterly humiliated. While she lay there, she plotted her escape. Only a few more days to go and she would finally be free. No beatings. No humiliation. Just freedom.