Chained: A Dark Vampire Romance (Midnight Mafia Book 1)

by Zara Novak

  “Follow,” he said, quickly pacing left out of the door, towards the vase. “Eyes forward. I will get you a blindfold if necessary.”

  “Yes, master,” I said, following behind him as he led the way. He was reading my mind again. That meant there was a good chance he knew that I was plotting against him, but he wasn’t doing anything about it.

  Why?

  We descended down a spiral staircase, one that we had used each time going back to the cell. It made me wonder how high up we were in the castle. Was I Rapunzel in the tallest tower? The staircase opened into a long corridor that also felt familiar, it was the same one that had led to the bathroom last night.

  The vampire stopped halfway down the corridor, outside the bathroom, just as I expected. He waved his hand and the door, glossy and black, swung open to reveal the bathroom.

  “In,” he commanded. I followed the order.

  Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us. I walked forward a few paces, looking at the stage which my sin had played upon last night. The captor had promised a daily dose of his seed. Is that what he had in store for me again now?

  Despite the urge to turn and fight him, I couldn’t ignore the feeling that stirred in me at the thought of touching him again. My nipples pebbled under my dirty white robe, and my smooth pussy was starting to feel wet again.

  Fuck my desperation.

  “Strip,” he said. “Fast. Don’t waste my time. Keep your mouth shut.”

  I did as he said, sensing that he wasn’t in the mood to mess around. I opened the robe and folded it over my arms before setting it down on a chair at the edge of the room. Instinctively I covered myself, one arm over my breasts and one hand between my legs. It felt silly considering how intimate we had been last night but feeling ashamed of my body had been a lifelong habit.

  “You will no longer cover yourself,” he said. “You are no longer allowed to feel ashamed of your body.”

  “But I—” He shot me a look, one more powerful than any warning shot from a gun.

  “If you’re going to be of any real value to me then you will have to learn confidence, fast. I’ve never had a breeder in my grasp before, so in that remark you are truly unique, but I have had slaves in my life, though I must admit I have not kept the company of one for a very long time. Human women don’t last long in my world, do you want to know why?”

  “Because you kill them.”

  Vincent laughed and rolled his eyes. “Some have died, though not at my hand. A vampire that kills his own servants, that is like a child torturing some ants. Such things are trivial, and below me.”

  “So, what happened to the others?” I asked, sensing a real opportunity to see inside the mind of my unpredictable captor.

  “Their minds are not strong enough. They have no confidence. If there is one thing you must understand about my kind, we are incredibly opportunistic. We will take advantage of those that display weakness, we will not hesitate in taking any action that will give us power. Vampires need blood to survive, but lust and power, those are the things that wake us from the crypt.”

  I blinked. He hadn’t actually answered my question. Was he evading it? “You think I’m a potential weakness.”

  “As things stand you are. Those other girls? The servants before you? They didn’t last long. I either sent them away or they were killed by another vampire. Yesterday was a prime example of a slave undoing herself. Draco Varsi would have killed you just for the fun of it. A woman with a stronger mind, she could have solved that situation by herself.”

  “You’re saying that was my fault?”

  “I’m saying you are a naïve girl with no idea how this world works, and while you are a guest here you will learn how to conduct yourself. Stand up straight. Stop hiding your body. From now on you will be proud of who you are. You will own the skin you walk in. You are a coward no more.”

  I straightened at his command, moving my arms to the side so I wasn’t hiding myself anymore. It didn’t feel natural at all, but I supposed it wouldn’t. I had spent my whole life being ashamed of myself. It might take time to fix that.

  “I’m not as thin as I should be,” I said, “I—”

  “This is the last time I will tell you this,” he said, his voice rife with warning. He came towards me and took my jaw in his hand. Inches separated us, the heat from his body felt intense. “You are a picture of divinity, slave, and I will not hear you say another bad word about yourself. If this lesson has to go on any longer there will be severe punishment.”

  “I—”

  “You are beautiful Rachel Chase,” he said. “Do not forget it.”

  For a second he held me there, my jaw in his hand. I stared into those red eyes of his, looking at him like a deer at headlights. He had used my name. My actual name. I was stunned.

  Vincent let go of me and walked away a few steps, seemingly agitated that he had let slip his role as an aggressive tyrant. It was another confusing glimpse of his multiple facets. Was he a violent kidnapper, or the dark-eyed and compassionate stranger?

  I couldn’t get a read on him. Perhaps he was being deliberately confusing on purpose. He was capricious, revolting, and utterly beguiling. I hated that I could like him.

  “You need me to be confident,” I said, repeating the thread of our conversation.

  “If you want to survive, yes. We are about to meet some other vampires, and I have little choice but to bring you with me.”

  “I thought you were the man in charge,” I said, more out of curiosity than disrespect. “Who is ordering you around?”

  “The world of mortals is easy to control. My mafia is second to none in that realm. In the world of vampires, I have equals, those that seek to usurp my power if they have a chance. This is one of those chances. I need you to be at my side, strong and unbreaking. Ideally, I would have had much more chance to forge you into something stronger, but events out of my control have moved faster than I anticipated.”

  So, he did need me. I wasn’t just a pawn. I did have more control than I realized. “I need the bathroom,” I said, suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to pee. My cell had no facilities, and I wasn’t about to be the girl that pissed in a corner. “Badly.”

  Vincent waved his hand casually, gesturing to the toilet. “Go then.”

  “I expected privacy,” I said.

  The cold flash in those red eyes told me that wasn’t happening. I see. He was back to being a bastard. I took Vincent’s advice and decided to throw caution to the wind. I walked across the room and sat down, as if going to the bathroom in front of another was the most normal thing. I didn’t break eye contact.

  When I was done, I stood up and came back to him. “What now, master?” I said, my words laced with a slight attitude. Vincent glanced down at his watch, and then a knock came at the door behind us.

  “Enter,” Vincent said. The door opened and a man stepped inside. From my position Vincent was directly in between us but looking around him I saw a servant with long dark hair. He was beautiful too, much like Vincent, but he where Vincent was masculine this beauty was effeminate.

  “Sir, the party is delayed by an hour. There was some difficulty with the travels.”

  He nodded. “Good. Leave.”

  The servant did, closing the door again.

  “That is good news. We have an hour more than I expected,” he said as he turned his eyes back on me. I could already see from his body language that he had relaxed a little. Was it because he now had the time to torture his pet again? “That gives us plenty of time,” he said.

  “Time, sir?” I asked.

  He walked forward, his clothes slipping away from his body as he did so. When he was level with me, he reached out and grabbed my hair, using it as a leash as he pulled me along with him. I expected him to drag me to the tub again, but he turned and walked through an open doorway that led into a wet room. A shower instantly started. Hot water fell and steam began to fill the room.

  Vincent pushed
me into the water and up against the tiles, my tits and front squishing against the cool marble. He kept my hair wrapped around his hand as he pulled my head back. His body came up against mine, his huge erection searing between my ass cheeks. His lips found the crook of my neck and he kissed me deeply.

  I gasped at how good this assault of pleasure felt.

  “Time to get clean, slave,” he said as he pulled his lips away. Hot water rained down over the both of us. “You’ve been a naughty little whore. It’s time we set that straight.”

  A quiet moan escaped me as he slid his free hand over the front of my body. He cupped my tit in his hand, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. The fingers carried on down, smoothing over my belly until they found my pussy. He let the pads delicately trace over my clit, while the flat of his middle finger teased my smooth slit.

  “Fuck,” I said, whispering the words with my eyes closed. The hot water rained down on me. He kept my hair wrapped around his hand, pulling tight so my neck was open to him. His lips kissed me deeply, while his hand played with my pussy. I pushed my ass back, digging the crack into his burning erection.

  It felt good. Damned good.

  He seemed to like me pushing back like that. His own hips dug forward, pushing his cock into my ass. Every breath of mine was now laced with small gasps of want.

  How did he undo me this easily?

  The vampire let his finger slip inside, pushing against my tight walls and moving up until he was buried to the knuckle. I moaned, moving my hips against him as pleasure built inside of me. He was very gifted at getting me riled up and making me want more. After he had throat fucked me in the cell last night I was left wanting, needing a release that I couldn’t get until he gave me permission.

  It looked like he was being generous now, he was giving me what I wanted.

  His lips found mine. He turned my head so he could kiss me properly, his tongue burying deep. His cock slid up and down my ass as his fingers drove me quickly towards the edge of breaking.

  “I’m going to come—” I whispered, my entire body trembling as the orgasm prepared to shatter through me. As soon as I said the words, he pulled his hand away and our kiss froze. Very slowly he peeled his lips away from mine and released the pressure of his cock against my ass. Water continued to rain down.

  I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me darkly. So that’s how it was. He was teasing me again. There was no release.

  “Poor little slave,” he said. “Did you really think you’d be getting your reward so easily? You have barely begun to make up for your treachery. Your pussy can ache and throb as much as she wants. You get nothing right now.”

  I was so frustrated I wanted to smack the fucking tiles, but I managed to let out a long breath and cooled myself off a little. Don’t let him see how much he’s affecting you.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” I asked. “Hardly troubling.”

  Vincent just laughed. I felt his hand run up the inside of my thigh. He found the plug inside me and pulled it out, throwing it back on the tiles behind us. “Let’s try this tight little virgin ass again, shall we?”

  He grabbed a bottle from one of the shower’s shelves and poured a thick gel into his palm. I realized it was lube. Vincent stepped aside so we were out of the waterfall and moved me with him. He turned me around, lifted my hand up and smeared the lube across my palm.

  “Massage my cock, slave. And lube your hole. Do a good job. It’ll be easier for you.”

  I looked at him in a way that suggested annoyance, not even glancing down as I grabbed his cock and started smoothing lube up and down the long shaft. I twisted my palm around him, making sure I got it all coated. After a few pumps I felt him tense. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away.

  “Slow down, slave. If I waste my seed here it won’t go in your body.”

  He then turned me around and made me bend, pushing my ass back. “Lube your ass,” he commanded. I curled my hand between my legs and covered myself with the rest of the lube. “Hands on the wall.”

  As soon as I did so he grabbed me and shuffled up behind me. His slick cock pushed against my hole and I bit my lip as I stretched open around him. There was definitely still resistance, but things felt a little easier this time. He inched himself in. I found myself breathing quickly and reminded myself to go slow and deep.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, using the word as an outlet for the slight pain.

  “Good slave,” he purred, inching his cock deeper. I felt hot and tight, then I felt his base bottom out against me, and I clenched around the mammoth object inside of my ass.

  Holy shit.

  It kind of felt good.

  He pulled back very gently, going back all the way to the tip until I was closing around him again. Then he pushed back in, testing me with a few gentle pumps. He didn’t go in again all the way; he only went to the halfway point. It still hurt, and he still had to go very slow, but there was a definite difference to yesterday.

  Then I felt him wrap my hair around his hand again, he pulled my head back and kissed me while he slowly pushed his cock in and out of my ass. “Oh slave,” he purred. “I was going to finish in your mouth again, but it looks like you’ve made very good progress. I think daddy will come in your ass. What do you think?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, horny as fuck at the suggestion. I had no idea we’d be here already. Then he started to pump, moving gently and only going to the halfway point. He was clearly taking his time to avoid hurting me, which I appreciated. I definitely hated the bastard, that was for sure, but I’d be damned if I said his physical effect on me wasn’t the most addictive thing.

  I was actually enjoying this. I actually wanted more.

  I told him.

  “More,” I gasped, and I pushed my ass back ever so gently, forcing him a little deeper. It hurt, and I instantly regretted it, but he seemed encouraged by my eagerness.

  “Easy kitten,” he said, holding my hair and pulling it back tighter. “I know your limits. Better than you do.”

  He kept pushing at the same depth, but his rhythm started to pick up. He moved from a gentle canter and quickly broke into a steady but fast fuck, the head of his cock slipping in and out of my tight hole.

  “Yes,” I gasped, desperately aroused even though I couldn’t release. The sheer act alone had me excited. His hands squeezed my ass hard and his cock swelled inside me. He was there.

  His breath became fast, deep, and rugged, roaring over my skin as waves of primal fire. He exploded in me, his cock firing ropes of molten hot semen that coated my walls and filled my ass. The sensation alone made me feel like I was coming, my entire body trembled, and I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the squeaking sounds that came from my throat. I clenched around him hard and found myself praising him out loud.

  “Fuck. That feels good, master,” I moaned.

  He pulsed several times, squirting come into my ass until his orgasm was done. When it was, he slowly pulled out and I felt his hot seed dribble out of me, down my pussy and onto my thighs.

  Holy shit that’s hot.

  I was trembling as I turned back around to face him. We kissed, he forced me back under the water and into a corner, our bodies pressing together as we embraced passionately. He was already rock hard again and I wanted nothing more for him to fuck me in my pussy.

  “Please,” I begged. “Fuck me, master.”

  He simply bit my lip gently and broke away from the kiss, his eyes glinting with mischief while he shook his head.

  “Master got his, slave. You still have to wait. Those are the rules. Clean my cock with your mouth for forgetting.” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, giving me no time to argue as he slipped his cock into my mouth. I kept my hands off him this time, learning my lesson from the night before. He slowly slipped all the way to the base and held his cock there.

  “Hold,” he commanded. The urge to pull back came over me again, but I counted to three in my head and then he sli
pped his cock out.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled me back into a standing position. The taste of salty cum and sweet lube flushed across my taste buds. Looking down I noticed he was still rock hard. How many times could he fuck me in one day?

  “The answer is many,” he said, “but for now I think you are desperate enough. It is time to get clean and dress you up. It won’t be long before the guests arrive.” He grabbed another bottle off the shelf and poured a gel onto his hands. He lathered them together until a foam began. He started rubbing his hands all over my body.

  “Master please,” I said, my pussy aching for some sort of release. Feeling his hands on my body didn’t make things any easier. He played with my tits, slapped my ass gently and was teasing me all over. Cleaning was just another part of his game.

  “Silence slave,” he ordered. “We clean each other now. My cock is milked and satisfied. Your little virgin cunt will continue to pay for your betrayal. You will only be rewarded when you’ve been a good girl.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, holding out my hands as he grabbed the bottle again. I made a lather and started to clean his body too.

  This was going to be harder than I thought.

  By the time we were finished in the shower I was about ready to scream. Standing there while Vincent carefully rubbed his hands over my body did nothing to appease my already rampant lust. Having to run my hands over his body was just as hard.

  A few times I tried to bait him into doing something. I’d slip my hands up and down his cock, hoping I could fool him into giving me the fucking I wanted. He only had to give me the ‘look’ to make me stop. Punishment would only involve more teasing, and I wasn’t sure I could get much more worked up than I already was.