Page 20 of Blood Day
I just happened to prefer this over political games.
For now, anyway.
“Finish this bottle,” I told her, ensuring she knew it was a demand and not a request.
She obeyed, her throat eager, but I caught a note of fear in her scent. It was an intoxicating perfume that called to my inner predator. But I swallowed my urge and busied myself with cleaning up after her finished meal. Everything was biodegradable, including her fork, which made it easy to discard the products in my classroom’s trash bin.
Lily didn’t move while I worked, her obedience resolute as she waited for my next command.
I nearly told her to lie on my desk with her legs spread so I could indulge myself in some dessert.
“Get dressed” was what came out instead.
Rather than watch her obey, I walked to the closet at the back of my classroom and unlocked it with my thumbprint. A few essentials lurked inside, including a caseof chilled water in a fridge. I grabbed four bottles—two for each hand—and brought them back to Lily just as she finished pulling on her plain white shirt.
All the prospects wore the same clothes—plain colors, either pants or shorts or skirts, and T-shirts.
When she attended her sexual arts classes, she typically wore nothing at all.
My class mandated shirts and pants for physical exercises.
Which she knew.
Yet she hadn’t thought to put her clothes back on while practicing her exercises tonight.
And I hadn’t bothered to correct her. Now I’d require her nudity going forward. Because it pleased me and that suited her goals.
Her eyes widened again upon noticing the items in my hands, confirming she could see in the dark. So she had to know I could see her, too.
But she didn’t try to mask her reactions.
I liked that.
It pleased me almost as much as her naked performance earlier.
“Take these with you,” I told her, giving her the bottles. “I expect you to drink at least two of them before breakfast.”
She’d almost fainted on me as a result of starvation and dehydration. I didn’t want that to happen again.
“Yes, Master Cedric.”
That right there was perhaps the only enjoyable element of this whole new world order—the way Lily called meMaster. It made me hard every fucking time.
If only she meant it in the way a woman should—while playing in the bedroom. Alas, that time had passed.
“Go back to your room, Prospect.” The words cameout a little harsher than I’d intended, mostly due to my own personal frustration. “We will continue your lessons after class tomorrow.” I pointed to the mat. “Same place. Same position. No clothes.”
She swallowed. “Yes, Master Cedric,” she whispered, bowing her head slightly.
But she didn’t immediately move.
Instead, she nibbled her lip, her gaze going to the water I’d given her.
I arched a brow. “I’m starting to question your hearing again, Prospect.”
She outwardly shivered, her eyes darting up to mine before falling again. “Sorry, Master Cedric. I…” She trailed off, causing both my eyebrows to lift in astonishment. Most humans would have run off by now, eager to obey. But not Lily.
“Do you wish to say something?” I asked, testing her.
