Page 5 of Darkened Promises

“Tsk, did you not hear me, kitten? I’d hate to have to punish you already.” My cock jumps in my trousers at the thought. “Now that was a lie. I’d love to punish you. But I treat my pets fairly so long as they abide by my rules.”

A choked sob leaves her lips. If she doesn’t quieten and listen, I might have to give her a reason to cry those pretty tears.

“Rule number one: I am your Master and you will address me as such. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Rule number two: you will follow my orders and do what I say, when I say it. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Rule number three: no leaving. If you attempt to leave, it will result in punishment.”

Kitten tugs at her bindings, her head whipping side to side in denial.

“Oh, kitten, I had hoped you’d catch on quickly. You are usually such a pliant, obedient pet.”

Her sobs turn silent, and her eyes widen. It’s too late. She’s already broken the rules, and she needs to be taught that repercussions follow disobedience. My strides are unhurried as I approach the side of the bed. I enjoy the way her wide eyes watch me. I enjoy the fear.

It’s languid, divine, having her eyes on me and only me. Sitting down on the space next to her hip, I swirl my fingers across the sheets, inching my way closer to her.

“You know, kitten, I spent many days and nights imagining this moment. Imagining you being mine. You displeased me by taking those men.” The words spill from my tongue like drops of fire, rage and heat intertwining into something volcanic.

I take a moment to breathe, to centre myself, then resume moving my finger across the fabric. She’s so tense, so desperate to flee.

I trail a fingertip across the smooth skin of her cheek. She’s just as soft as I thought she’d be. Her skin creases and dips under my pressure. It’s so full of life, of her…so easy to snuff out.

A whimper escapes through her plump lips. But she holds still, already obeying the rules I’ve given her. My fingers trail down her neck, and I linger for a moment on her pulse, feeling its erratic beat thrum through me, then continue down to the neckline of her top.

I yank it down sharply, holding it tight, so she can feel the bite of the material around her neck. I whip a knife out from my pocket and slice down the front, revealing her bountiful skin. I cut off the rest of it, dropping the scraps to the floor.

A startled cry leaves her mouth.

Reaching down, I grab the elastic waistband of her trousers. These are much easier to cut through.

She’s so thoughtful like that.

My pet has always been like that, so kind, wanting to please others. It’s what drew me to her in the first place. She was always giving it away to those undeserving.

It was meant for me, and only me.

I stare at her clothed in just her underwear, taking my time to drink my fill. Too long I’ve waited to have her; she’s haunted every thought and every moment since she entered my life.

Darting in, I cut through her bra straps and the seams along her underwear, watching terror crease her features.

“There, much better. Pets don’t wear clothing, kitten.”

My eyes lock on her mouth, on the lip tightly strangled between her teeth. A trickle of blood slips free. My grip lands savagely on her cheeks, and her brows crease at the pressure I apply. I lunge in and lick the trail of life source, savouring the metallic taste of her.

It curls through me, surging hot with my need for her.

FOUR

ROSY

Fear overwhelms me. I can’t get my brain clear enough to focus on how to get out of this situation.

His weight presses into me, keeping me still and making it difficult to breathe. Not that I want to breathe. Every inhale is filled with his scent: his too-strong cologne, the undercurrent of sweat. It feels wrong to have his scent so strong in my lungs, tainted with his lust and the metallic scent of my blood.

I desperately stay quiet and still. I don’t want to set him off. But my naked, panicked body itches with the need to writhe and kick him off me.

It’s an internal fight to remain calm. A fight I know I won’t win. He’s stripped me bare, and even that doesn’t seem to satiate him.

There’s no part of me that wants to die.

I need to survive this.