Tail Between Her Legs

The words hung in the air for a moment, clear and solid.
She hadn’t imagined them.
Aerin let a cool smile trace his lips, letting the phrase sink in. He wanted her to know his intentions; purely because of the amusement he felt upon reading her horror stricken features. Another was for the simple enjoyment of embedding the dire hopelessness of her situation right into her head. The fact that there was nothing she could do. Nothing at all; no hoarse screaming, thrashing, or cries for help would draw any sort of mercy. He didn’t give mercy, he was a slave Master.

And of course, no one would disturb them, for these sounds often filtered through the manor on a regular basis and the hired help were paid a few extra coins to remain blissfully unaware. They did their job well, but with heavy hearts.

Unfortunately, the situation was too sticky to interfere. Or rather, too dangerous. Aerin was a powerful man. Any force that dared oppose him would be removed, silently and swiftly, with no questions asked nor pleas of mercy complied. It was a working method, he understood. The Master had also used his wealth to pay off many of the higher rankings than himself; wealth that would be used to stray their eyes away from the events in the manor; to force them to keep a distance from events such as the one beginning to unfold right in his bedroom at that very moment.

Trepidation surged through the demon’s very bones, a shudder wracking her frame as he ventured forwards. She had known this would have come, someday, but not so soon! She had hoped her escape would have been made by that time; however things weren’t looking so hopeful anymore. She was trapped and she knew it.

Aerin chuckled.

“Must I tie you up, or will you be good?” He asked simply, arching a brow.

Kyra hesitated. “I don’t need to be tied,” She finally murmured, failing as she tried to mask the fear evident in her voice.

He was still cautious, but didn’t let it on, keeping his own thoughts in check. He was a much better actor than she. He had gotten a lot more practice at concealing his emotions. “If you say so. Some of the other girls like it…” A taunting grin split his calm façade, form now hovering over the bed. He eyed her like a beast stalking his prey. Gaze hungry, flaring with unbridled lust.

“You can’t do this,” Kyra finally spoke up, swallowing her fright. “You won’t.”

“Is that a dare, kitten?” He asked, running a hand across her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh and relishing in the feel of her shake. He smirked. Abruptly though, it faded, a thought entering his head.

“Pet, are you a virgin?”

Her eyes widened, brow furrowing deeply. She tried to remove the hand on her thigh but it just moved upwards, unheeding to her wishes. Another shiver involuntarily swept through her small frame. She bit down on her bottom lip, staying silent.

“Pet?” He narrowed his gaze, scowling. “You know how I don’t like being ignored.”

She took a moment before answering; gathering up what was left of her courage. “No, of course I’m not a virgin. Do you think I’m some sort of child? I’m an adult, just as you are...you won’t get that prize,” She snarled, spiting him. Every single word that left her lips was untruthful, however. She had hoped he would leave her alone, at least for the time being, since he knew he wouldn’t be the one to take her virginity. Maybe he would put it off to another time, or maybe not even try to have her at all. Unfortunately, her hopes were crushed.

“You’re terribly responsive for a slut whose innocence has already been stolen. How vulgar… you actually like this, don’t you? Captive, under my power, unable to do a single thing about it? Look, you’re trembling,” He sneered, eyes glittering with laughter.

He traced a finger across her cheek.

“Now, let us set down some rules,” He began, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes continued to ravage her naked form. “Number one, you must stay perfectly still… even when I touch you. Like this…”

His hand snaked out languidly, palm hovering over her belly. He lowered it, their skin connecting. Grinning at her, he tapped his fingers, sliding them downwards. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized his intentions, body stiffening.

“Still as stone,” He whispered in a sing-song voice, tilting his head to the side slightly. His eyes glittered dangerously as he stopped, glancing down. “Spread your legs.”

She hadn’t realized that she’d squeezed them shut over the last few seconds, and didn’t feel too eager to do as she was told. Slowly, she shook her head, eyes narrowing at him.

“…” He stared down at her.

“I will ask you nicely one… more… time,” He said, pushing his hand down harder to punctuate each syllable. “Now, spread your legs.”

She drew in a slow breath, body stiffening. Her legs began to open, inch by inch, until suddenly she drew a leg back. Before he caught on she threw a hard kick towards his stomach. It landed, more fortunately, a little bit further south. Directly into his groin.

With a curse he doubled over, wincing, his eyes darkening in their fury. “Fucking bitch!” he seethed through clenched teeth, watching as she crawled from the bed, stumbling hurriedly to her feet.

She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes gleaming with terror as she moved away, widened gaze fixated upon him the entire time. A few seconds later she felt her back hit the door and whipped around, hand gripping the knob and twisting it hard. Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard him grab the bed for support behind her, his breathing hoarse and rapid. “You’ll pay for that, you little whore!” he growled.

Gasping, she cried out, throwing open the door and lunging through it. Her legs were stiff but she continued on down the hallway, unsure of where she was headed. His footsteps were loud behind her. Veering around a corner she threw open a random doorway, stepped inside and slammed it shut behind her.

All of the lights were off. Groping about in the bleak darkness, Kyra managed to find a large piece of furniture to hide behind, huddling her form as close as possible. She was trembling from head to toe and cursed her traitorous body. Since when was she afraid of him! Suddenly, she held her breath.

She couldn’t hear a thing. That disturbed her more so then if she could have. At least then she’d know where he was.

She blinked, widened eyes beginning to adjust to the shadows. She managed to spot what appeared to be a canopy bed, a wardrobe (the piece of furniture she was currently using as her hiding place), and a tall lamp. Everything else had sunken into the pit of darkness and out of her view.

Mouthing a silent prayer to the gods, she waited a few moments longer before peering around the wardrobe at the door. A long sliver of light shone into the room from under the doorway. It was thin and only managed to illuminate only the dusty mauve carpeting that covered the floor.

Suddenly, she gasped. The light had been blocked. Someone was there.

Steadying her breathing, she continued to watch and listen. Her ears perked forwards although she couldn’t hear any movement whatsoever.

Then, suddenly, the door burst through the room, completely ripped from its hinges.

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Author\'s Note: I\'m sorry for my long and sudden dissapearance. >> I snuck off to Florida for a week and a bit, cruelly without letting any of you know. But I\'m back and here to deliver another chapter. A longer one that my others. I hope you like it. ^^ Please R&R, as always!!