Page 33 of Eternal Captive

“It’s an honor to serve you, princess,” I purred, dropping my voice low.

Her nails dug into my palm, but the look on the faces of the group in front of us told me I played my part well.

“Well then, Aurelia,” he said, his eyes trailing down her form. “Why don’t you join us? I’d love to see the way a mere human makes you squeal. I’ll even lend you Dalia, for old times’ sake.“

“You seem to be enjoying her plenty,” the princess said and looked up at me. “But why not take my new toy out for a ride?”

Vesper

Princess Aurelia was like a queen sitting on her throne with the way her presence overtook the red velvet love seat. She was all-consuming. A woman who knew her worth and knew the power she held over every single person in the room.

And then there was me. Her obedient guard.Her peasant.Kneeling right between her legs and ready to serve.

It wasn’t a position I found myself in often. My whole life had been spent in servitude to my family and the secret organization that employed us…but never did I allow myself to be degraded in such ways.Especiallyin front of others.

The princess knew this. She looked down at me with a sly smirk, her eyes taunting me into thechallengeshe thought this would be for me. She thought I would crack under the pressure. Thought I would make a half-assed attempt at this and come to regret my actions with her little magic mishap.

I could hear the teasing sound of her voice weaving through my mind.Come on, little mouse, show me what you got.

But little did she know, this wouldn’t be a challenge for me at all. She could gloat all she wanted, but she wouldn’t be faking anything here with me. Like I said, I never degraded myself in such ways.

But bringing pleasure to a woman?Thatwould never be something to be ashamed about. I agreed to accompany her tonight knowing what awaited us behind closed doors. That solidified me as her partner tonight, no matter the circumstances that brought me here.

And the only thing that would be shameful about our interaction was the spoiled princessfakingit.

I could feel the eyes of the others on me. The older male vampire from earlier was still sitting on the couch right behind me, his stare heavy on the back of my head. I think they said his name was Fredrick but in all honesty, remembering his name wasn’t important in the moment. His partner Dalia’s stare was a lighter one that I could feel bouncing between me and the princess. I could hear her rapid breathing. Feel the tension rising in the room.

The longer I kept eye contact with the princess, the more the voices around us turned to whispers.

So this is what the vampires do in their free time.This is the type of blackmail they use against each other.

But what I didn’t understand was: If there were so many vampires in this house, then how could it be that this served as a purpose for blackmail? These vampires didn't seem all that nervous about the things they did behind closed doors.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s not the fear of blackmail that keeps them doing this…but the excitement.

Vampires lived for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. What else was there to look forward to other than sex and drugs? Adding in the excitement of blackmail only heightened it. The possibility that at any moment someone outside would find out what they did here and call them out on their shit.

But that too was just a boring facade put on by the vampires. Just like the princess.

I bet your father knows you’re here,I wanted to say as I leaned into her with a smirk.I bet heaskedyou to come on his behalf. Get close to these people in exchange for the worst-kept secrets in the vampire world.

I let my hands wrap around the princess’s ankles, squeezing them before I began to rub small circles on her calf as I traveled up her smooth legs.

Her breath hitched at this, her eyes widened just the tiniest amount.

That’s right.

“So tense, princess,” I murmured as my hands reached her upper calf. “Did someone forget their massage today?”

Annoyance flashed across her features, but she hid it quickly, settling back into the chair and spreading her legs further for me. The sight of her wet underwear bared to me had my heart skipping a beat.

The remnants of the venom were still fighting in my system, begging to be noticed. But it was the challenge she so kindly provided for me that pushed me forward. Theneedto prove her wrong.

Normally, I would have let it go, but there was something in her stare that wouldn’t allow me to. A cockiness that told me how little she thought of me.

The dress fell on either side of her thighs, the thin material that had been keeping her somewhat modest, gone. Her thin red lace underwear left nothing to the imagination and gave me a perfect look at the wet folds of her cunt. A sight that caused my mouth to water—when it shouldn’t have.

“It’s because you’ve been a little tease,” she said with a breathy sigh as my hand traveled up and over her knee and to her thigh. I dug my fingers into the muscles, enjoying how she jumped. Her legs widened even more, her movements enticing me closer.

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