Slave

Chapter 14
In a New Master’s Arms

Cassandra was usually ordered to sit at her master's feet whenever he held gatherings, and he held quite a few. Her heart ached for Seth, and she longed to be in his arms again. But, she had little time to dwell on him, mainly because Jon would recognize the glazed look in her eyes and pull her up to kiss her. Guests always whooped and whistled whenever this happened. Gatherings at the manor usually meant drinking and watching erotic dancers. Cassandra always felt sick at them, especially because she was always the victim of her master's drunken rages. It was worse when he was holding her from the beginning. At every event she would cradle her stomach, she wondered if Jon would realize her stomach was slowly swelling. She was more than glad to go to bed after them. But one night, after a particularly wild rave, she was about to go to sleep when she was interrupted.
"Oh angel," came Jon’s voice from outside her door.
Cassandra gulped and hid underneath her blankets, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. Her master approached her silently wearing a sly smile.
"Don't hide from me, baby," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She peeked out just enough to see him remove his outer robes, revealing his full torso. He pulled the blankets back to see her lying in a scared ball and smiled. She quickly closed her eyes as he sprawled her out.
"Oh baby, this little gown isn't very flattering on you," he purred as he sat next to her head.
He clapped his hands and had two servants rush into the room. They took Cassandra into the bath room and cleaned her up and dressed in a skimpy nightgown.
"That's better."
He then rested next to her for a long kiss. She was pulled tightly against him while his legs crept slowly around hers and rubbed them.
"My lord, can't this wait? I'm too tired now," she gasped in a tiny voice.
He didn't answer right away since he was busy teasing her neck with kisses.
"What's wrong? Is my poor little baby girl afraid of me?"
She gave a few fearful nods while her big hazel eyes reflected terror. He took one look in them and squeezed her tight.
"Ow!" she squeaked against his shoulder.
He squeezed her tighter than before, and she made the soft sound of a mouse being picked up by a hand. She placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to push away. She feared for her baby, as John squeezed her she could feel the child twist and turn as if trying to get free from the mans grasp as well
"You don't like being squeezed, sweetheart?" he teased while petting her hair.
"Not particularly."
His piercing gaze studied her fearful eyes and tiny body. Then he smiled as his strong arms tightened around her.
"But you're so adorable!"
She squealed again at the pressure. Then he placed her on her back and kissed her until she fell asleep. The next few days trudged by slowly for Cassandra. It was obvious that Jon was aiming to scare her into doing whatever he said or wanted, and he never let her have a moment alone. Except for when she slept, she was forced to remain at his side wherever he went. She hated it. And there were even nights when he tried to take her by force, but someone interrupted them or she fell asleep before he could get that far. A week and a half had since passed, and Cassandra was wondering why Seth hadn’t come for her yet.
'Maybe he's forgotten about me,' she thought while tears flooded her sleepy eyes. 'He would have come by now if he cared.'
She placed her hands over her swollen belly. She was a full two months pregnant and se could feel the baby stir at the thought of Seth. She shook her head and curled into a ball in her bed and cried.
"Sweetheart?"
Cassandra quickly dried her eyes as Jon entered her room.
"What'd I do?" she asked.
He laughed and sat down next to her.
"Actually, it's what you're going to do," he replied.
She held her breath as he took her hand in his and pulled her close.
"Now what?" she asked.
His eyes shimmered maliciously as he pinned her down by the shoulders. Her eyes grew wide as he reached into the folds of his robes and pulled out an evil-looking dagger.
"NO!" she screamed, but he gagged her as he drew the blade up above her stomach.
She plunged her eyes shut as he brought it down. Just as the blade was a few inches from contact, he stopped and flipped it around so that the handle was out to her. She kept her eyes closed, waiting for the pain to come, but it didn't. Instead, she felt something stroke her eyelids, teasing them open. She carefully opened them and saw the handle out to her.
"What?!"
"I know you want to kill me. Go ahead and do it," he said.
Cassandra paused. Was Jon even more out of his mind than usual? And if he were serious, why would he want to die?
"Well?" he asked.
She took a deep breath and reached up, hand shaking. 'Don't worry and just slash his shoulder or something,' she thought. Her hand wrapped around the handle, but she dropped it in despair.
"I--I can't do it," she murmured hopelessly.
He shrugged and put the dagger away.
"You had your chance, baby girl," he whispered, and he leaned down to press his lips against hers. "There's something else I need you to do with me too," he said.
She waited until he stopped kissing her before she spoke.
"You're not holding another gathering, are you?"
"Yes, I am," he laughed.
"And I'm expecting you to be with me the whole time," he added.
She gulped. "And do what else, dare I ask?" she asked cautiously.
"Be there for my convenience," he replied with an evil smile.
She swallowed hard as he rose to leave.
"I'll be back for you in five minutes. If you aren't ready by then, you'll regret it."
She completely froze over in horror.
"You mean I have to wear this in public again?"
He glared at her, approached her dangerously, and gave her a harsh kiss.
"You won't be wearing this, if that's what you mean. Although, I don't see anything wrong with it."
She went a deep red and crossed her arms across her chest, making him grin. He stood up and reached his hand out to her, and the servants returned holding a new gown.
"That's what you'll be wearing," he said.
"Now make yourself look presentable. I'll be back in five minutes."
She studied what she had on as he left. The gown was a tiny bit of red satin whose hemline crept up her thigh while the top barely touched her chest.
'Surprise, surprise,' she thought.
Sighing, she walked to her vanity and looked in the mirror. A scared face looked back at her, and a lonely and sick emotion filled the eyes of that face. Cassandra sighed sadly once more and reached up to tie her hair in a ponytail.
'Master, where are you?' she wondered. 'Why aren't you coming for me?' A few stray tears fell down her face then. 'I miss you.' She placed a hand on her belly and a few tears slid down her face.
“We need you.” She said softly.