Page 19 of Bound in Sacrifice

“Paige,” he says to her over his shoulder, “Find Master Luca and explain what happened. He can decide if you need to be punished or not.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I hear her say from behind us.

Paige is a sub? That would explain her outfit. When we get back into the room that I just escaped from, he pushes me into the center of it and slams the door behind us, breathing heavily. My eyes never leave him. I’m terrified when he moves toward me again.

“I won’t repeat myself. Start talking,” he commands, referring to the question he asked me in the corridor.

“I refuse to be your sex slave!” I say, lacking all of the bravado that I was trying to display in my voice.

An evil grin spreads across his face.

“I’ll gladly go back down to the dungeon. I’d rather stay there for the rest of my life than be forced to do something that I don’t want to do.”

“First of all, little lamb, you don’trefuseme. You belong to me now. You knew what you were getting into when you foolishly traded your life for your father’s.”

He stalks toward me and I back up slowly, stopping only when my legs hit the side of the bed. I turn my head to escape his taunting stare. But, if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m turning away to escape the feeling that is certain to reignite the moment our eyes lock.

“Secondly, I don’t want you as a sex slave.” he continues toward me and in a matter of seconds his body is pressed up against mine. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back, forcing my eyes to meet his, “So don’t flatter yourself.”

“You--you don’t?” I ask, immediately annoyed at myself for sounding hurt.

“No. I wouldnevertouch someone who didn’t want to be touched or force them to do something that they don’t want to do; that's not my kind of kink. But I canpromiseyou, it won’t be long until you’rebeggingfor my touch.”

“I’ll never beg you for anything,” I respond defiantly and pray that my shaky voice doesn’t give away the desire I’m fighting to hide.

Why does he affect me like this?

“Never say never, little lamb.”

He releases his hold on me and walks into the bathroom, starting the water. My eyes flit to the bedroom door and I consider running again.

“You can think about running all you’d like, but you’ll never be free from me.”

My attention whips back to him. He’s leaning against the wall next to the bathtub, challenging me.

“I think I’ll stay here while you wash up, just in case you feel the need to flee again.”

When he feels confident that I’m not going anywhere, he walks to another part of the bathroom out of sight from where I am.

“Come.”

I don’t want to give into him, but my legs don’t seem to care. I push off the side of the bed and saunter into the bathroom, with my arms crossed in front of me. I look for him in the room when I don’t immediately see him, and see that he’s in a gigantic dressing closet full of clothing and shoes.

“How in the…” I question, wondering how he was able to fill a closet of this size overnight.

“The bath products that you’re to use are on the ledge of the tub. I want you shaved, thoroughly. When you’re finished come back here and I’ll show you what you’re to wear for the day. Get started.”

“But--,”

“Now.” he looks up from the drawer that he’s searching in, and stares at me seriously.

The last thing I want is to be naked anywhere near him, but his sinister tone is back and I decide not to provoke him any further. At least he isn’t making me strip in front of him. I exit the dressing closet. Thankfully, the bathtub can’t be seen from inside there. I pick up the soap and squeeze some into the running water. I add more than I normally would, because the more bubbles there are, the better.

I watch the doorway carefully as I get undressed, and once the last item of clothing is off, I quickly climb over the ledge and into the tub, making aslight splash.

I lay my body back, resting on the smooth porcelain. I don’t want to enjoy anything of his, but I can’t deny that this feels incredible. Lying back, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting the hot water relax me. I recite my mantra in my head, the one that always helps me feel better in stressful or painful situations.

I am smart, strong, and independent. I am beautiful. I am proud to be me. I can overcome any obstacle in my path, and that is what I will do to survive; as I always have.

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