by Paige Patton
She wasn’t sorry at all for wasting their time, actually she could care less. But she was sorry that she hadn’t gotten the chance to choke the shit out of Mr. DePaul. Perhaps the next time she would be more successful.
Waiting for the huge, black wrought iron gates to open sent a chill up ran up Desiree’s spine. Was she back in the very house she escaped from just hours ago? Not only was she back, but apparently she now lived there. Home sweet hell she thought as the car pulled up in front of the water fountain.
Jay and Angelo stepped out leaving them alone again.
“Just so you know, Desiree, there is no one around for at least two miles up here. We have this whole mountainside to ourselves. You could have gone on screaming forever, and no one would have heard you. Ivy took pity on you and opened the gate. I think you should thank her the next time you see her. She was punished for her kind deed.
He slid out of the car, took her firmly by the hand, and led her into the house. Once inside, he led her down a long hallway that fed into the side of the house that was embedded into the mountainside. They came to a locked door. Using his powers, Roman unlocked it. Holding her hand, he led her down a spiraling staircase and into what had to be the bowels of hell.
“This room is called the correction room. Look around because something tells me that you’ll be spending a lot of time in here. Is that what you want?”
Desiree looked around the room. It wasn’t all that bad. There were no and the walls were brick. Candles lit the room giving it a romantic feel. A canopy bed and a few other weird gadgets filled the room. It was cold and musty because it was literally underground, but overall, it was not bad at all, but not a place she would care to spend a great deal of time. “No.”
“Your actions speak otherwise.”
“My actions are normal, Roman!” Seriously, who was he to tell her about her actions? She was a grown woman, married or not, she had the right to act any way she wanted. “I’m a grown woman.” She added with her hands on her hips.
“When you speak to me your arms will always be at your side.”
“What?”
He gently removed her hand from her hips and placed them down on each side. “This is the way you address your master.”
Was he serious, she wondered or was he a lunatic? Just what the fuck was his problem?
“That little stunt you pulled in the limo was more than enough to earn you a hundred lashes.”
“You already gave me a hundred lashes. I can still feel the stinging on my ass.”
“This is serious, Desiree. I’ll allow you a certain amount of leniency for now because you are learning, but please keep in mind that you are a vampire’s consort. Do you understand?”
“Apparently not.”
“Well, let me explain. You are my slave. Your sole purpose is to serve me and to keep me happy.”
Desiree wanted to burst out laughing, but something warned her against it. She thought it best to wait for him to tell her that he was just joking, but when he said nothing she spoke up.
“You are joking, right?”
“No, Desiree. I told you I never joke, especially when it comes to serious matters.”
“But, being a slave doesn’t appeal to me. And I’m not overly excited about getting my ass spanked every time I speak my mind. It wasn’t a part of any deal I made with you.
“Spankings and anything else I want to do to you is all inclusive. It’s called the package deal. Slave is now your new title. Own it!”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked putting her hands on her hips again. He gave her a look, and she quickly placed them at her side.
“For the last time I am not kidding or joking. Do not ask me that question again. I am not in the habit of repeating myself. This is life, your life. You are my slave and you will be punished for disobedience. The only way to avoid punishment is to behave.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he quickly stopped her by placing a finger to her lips.
“Let me stop you right there. Look around the room again and tell me if anything in here looks like fun to you?”
Looking around closely this time Desiree saw the room in a different light. Now, all kinds of medieval equipment and contraptions appeared that weren’t there a minute ago. The room now looked like something that belonged in nightmares or a horror movie. Chains, hooks, and leather straps; there was a bondage tables, suspension frames, spanking horses, chairs and tables with metal cuffs. The comfy canopy bed now had spikes and metal hooks all around it. There was even a cage in the corner.
“I don’t understand.” She murmured in confusion. “Where did this all come from?”
“It’s called the correction room for a very good reason. It’s designed for correcting bad behavior. There are rules, Desiree, rules that you must follow along with everyone else. If you don’t, there will be consequences, severe consequences.”
Reality was starting to sink in. She had somehow gotten herself mixed up in a twisted nightmare, a nightmare that includes BDSM; this wasn’t a game she wanted to play.
“I didn't sign up for this, Roman. And even if I did, you don’t own me.”
“Funny you should say that because I do.”
“That’s impossible now days. No one can own another person.”
“Did you not answer, yes when you were asked if you would honor and obey me?”
“Yes, I did, but…”
He held up a hand cutting her off.
“Did you not agree to all rules, stipulations, and punishments that come with answering yes to the first question?”
Desiree took a moment to think back, recalling the night before. “I suppose I did, but…”
He raised the same hand again, this time placing two fingers across her lips to stop her from talking.
“Did you not take part in the ceremony that sealed not just your fate and your soul to mine thus making you my slave?”
She removed his fingers from her lips. “Yes, Roman, I did. But if I may be allowed to speak without interrupting.”
He nodded and waited for her to speak.
“I didn't realize what I was doing. Surely, there must be an out clause for ignorance.”
“Ignorance will never be used as an excuse. You are bonded to a vampire. You belong to me. It’s that simple.”
Desiree as way too smart to fall for his vampire bullshit or the bonding crap, this was pure BDSM. Why didn’t he just come out and admit it? He and his entire merry band of weirdo’s needed to be locked away in a mental institution, and she was going to find a way to make it happen if it was the last thing she did.
“Just listen to what you’re saying. Even you have to agree that it’s not normal to call yourself a vampire, and as a black man you must know that calling someone a slave is just wrong.”
“You are my slave, Desiree. There is pride and privilege in that title. It is not the same as the slavery you speak of.”
“What’s the difference?”
“You are free in many ways. You are only a slave to me. Your body is for my pleasure and you have only one purpose in life and that is to please me; your Master. Other than that you are free to vote and use any toilet you like.”
Desiree didn’t know where to go with that. Was she dealing with a lunatic, should she be scared? Should she try to make a run for it? Was she still in a coma; was she dead and paying for her sins in hell? What? She just didn’t know.
She thought she’d try once more to reason with him. To get through and make him see that he was losing his grip on reality.
“Why me, Roman? Wealthy, black men like you don’t even look at black women let alone marry them. I know you can see that I’m not white. My breasts are real, and they sag a little. I’m sure they will sag even more as I get older. I have a big ass and curves. I’m one hundred percent a black girl.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed. You are a true queen. You reflect who and what I am. It’s what I admire most about you. We are now one. When I
am crowned king of my people, I will have a true Nubian goddess at my side as my queen.”
That nailed it. She was dead for sure. Black men with his wealth felt like they needed a white woman at their side to validate their existence. A black woman was pretty much a done deal to most of them. Oh, she was definitely dead.
“Am I dead, Roman? Please tell me the truth.”
“No, you are not dead, Desiree. Whether you choose to, believe it or not, it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. It can never be undone.”
He moved in closer to her and reached around gripped the back of her head with one hand. He looked into her eyes.
“Make it easy for yourself, Desiree. I am not that bad.”
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips then pulled back to look at her. “I don’t enjoy inflicting pain upon you. But rules are rules and they will be enforced.”
He lowered his lips to hers again kissing her this time with a hunger that scared away all of her fears. “Give yourself to me, Desiree.” He whispered as his lips grazed against hers. “Tell me that you surrender your will to me.”
Desiree was close to giving in, but then she remembered her promise to herself never to again make snap decisions. She was going to think logically from now on. She wasn’t going to let a pretty face and hard body be the shovel that dug a digging a deeper hole that she would never climb out of; but oh, how he made her feel. He was using everything he had to pull her in, and yes, it was working.
Roman gently wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her into him even tighter. His tongue slowly slid down her neck where he licked and nipped at her skin, finding the perfect spot to feed.
“Surrender yourself to me, Desiree. There is no other way.”
And there it was the drowning feeling of helplessness; knowing that she could not resist when he held her this way and gazed into her eyes. It had to be sinful because nothing else mattered. He has a way of reducing her to putty while wrapped in his embrace, nothing but a pile of mush completely captivated by his domineering presence that could not be ignored.
Roman loved nothing more than to watch her as she fell under his power. He loved how her breathing picked up to moment he came close to her, how the vein in her neck pulsated as if knowing that, he was ready to feed. It was sexy as hell and a complete turn on. He could barely resist the temptation of sucking her dry.
Every nerve in his body pulsated with need as the smell of her blood penetrated his nostrils. He could already taste the sweetness. Being a master of control, he wanted to savor every second of his meal before he tore into it. He savagely licked her neck before dipped down lower to lick the space between her breasts. He wanted to taste the moisture and saltiness of her skin. He wanted to feel the hardness of her nipples in his mouth and play with them before he ate.
No longer able to resist, he positioned her head back and sank his fangs deep into her flesh and drank as he held her body close to his. At that moment, everything about her and everything in the world seemed perfect and right.
