Chapter 4
Kiaus POV
I leaned casually against the bathroom
doorway, my eyes fixed on Violette. I’d already decided to call her Sub 7. From
where I stood, I could see the marks marring her back, remnants of old whip
scars. Her skin, especially around her hips, had taken its fair share of
punishment, flushed naturally with a deep redness.
The water cascaded over her, giving her a
renewed appearance, as though it washed away layers of the past. Her dark hair
clung to her face, heavy and wet, until she swept it aside with a fluid motion.
She turned then, her body pivoting beneath the water to face me. There was no
shock in her expression—she must have sensed I was there all along.
Her eyes, sharp and captivating, locked onto
mine. She was stunning, no doubt about it. But I should leave it at that, like
I do with all the others. I’d acknowledge their beauty briefly, and then let it
pass.
There was no need to dwell on it. They were
just unfortunate girls—poor pretty girls who never stood a chance of bettering
their lot. I called them PPGs. (Poor pretty girls)
However, my eyes lingered on Violette, taking
in every inch of her body. I even remembered her name—something that didn’t
happen with the others. The other girls were just fleeting faces, but her? She
was new, so it made sense. Maybe that’s why I remembered.
Her loud snort snapped me out of my thoughts,
her arms stretching out impatiently.
"Huh?"
“The towel, Kaius. Stop ogling me like I’m a
piece of meat. Not like you can touch me without my consent.”
That attitude of hers—it matched her fiery
hair. Almost red, but with roots so light they flirted with an extreme light
brown. I swore when the sunlight hit it just right, it turned into flames. I
wasn’t sure why I noticed details like that. Maybe because she was already a
thorn in my side.
“The towel?” I repeated, like a damn idiot.
“In your flipping hands.”
I glanced down, finally seeing the light dark
towel clutched in my grip. It was hers now, part of whatever twisted
arrangement this was. Stretching out my hand, I offered it to her, still caught
in some haze. I hated to admit it, but her beauty had thrown me off.
I glared, frustrated with myself. Get it
together, Kaius. She’s just another mouthy girl testing your patience.
“Crawl,” I commanded, my voice low and firm.
Her thick brows shot up, the curve of them
almost mesmerizing. Her siren-like eyes held mine, pulling me into some
invisible hold. “Why don’t you crawl to me?” she shot
back, her tone laced with refusal.
My throat tightened as I swallowed, for just
a fleeting second, I almost considered it. Almost. But then I remembered who I
was. I sat on the throne. This was my kingdom. I was the one with
the power, the money, the control—and the endless line of subs at my feet. I
was the superior one here. She should be the one crawling to me.
I narrowed my gaze, dark and intent, but it
didn’t faze her in the slightest. Any other sub would’ve been on her knees by
now—Sub 1-6 would have complied without question. They knew their place, knew
the life they were in. But Sub 7? She was different. Difficult. Maybe
I’d have to kill her. Not now, though.
“Crawl to me, Sub 7,” I repeated, my voice
sharp with authority.
Her lips quirked into a closed-lipped
giggle—taunting, sexy, and maddeningly effective. That sound alone had my body
tightening with an unwanted surge of desire.
Then she moved. For a moment, I thought her
knees would finally hit the smooth tile, that she’d obey and crawl as I
demanded. But no, she kept me waiting. I hated waiting. I hated repeating myself.
Yet from the moment I met her, that’s all I’d been doing—repeating myself.
“Let’s try this again, Kaius.”
“It’s Master,” I corrected, my voice
dripping with authority.
“Is it on your birth certificate?” she shot
back, not missing a beat.
A growl ripped from my throat, the sound
echoing through the room, thick with intimidation. If I were in her shoes, I’d
be on my knees by now, crawling just like I’d demanded. But no—she leaned back
against the wall, lips curling into a smirk that burrowed into my mind,
taunting me.
“Give me the towel. Bring it to me, please.”
Her lips were infuriatingly beautiful, crafting that smile that threatened to
wrap me around her finger. For a second—just a second—I almost forgot who I
was. Almost let her beauty distract me from the reality that she was just
another poor girl, with no life, no future. I live in a mansion. I live in
a mansion. Why did I need to keep reminding myself of that?
“Crawl!” I shouted, the command
laced with frustration.
She giggled, the sound twisting something
inside me. “Crawl!” she mocked, laughing openly now. Her eyes, dark and daring,
watched me with that infuriating amusement. “Crawl!” she echoed, her
voice ricocheting off the walls.
“Let’s be civilized, Kaius,” she said, her
tone too smooth. “It won’t hurt your pride to just be a good boy...girl and
hand me the towel.”
She was so small, the shortest of them all,
the one who should’ve been trembling the most. But no—she stood there,
fearless. Madame did warn me she’d be a challenge.
I mimicked her stance, my head tilting as I
watched her, a slow smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of smile that
made her body shift, a subtle unease flickering in her posture.
“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over
with,” she said, voice steady but betraying a flicker of tension.
A dark chuckle escaped me, echoing in the
room. She narrowed her eyes, but I caught the way her back arched off the wall,
as if offering herself up for execution. She’d rather die than crawl for me.
Too bad for her—death wasn’t anywhere close.
“I have a brother,” I said, my voice calm but
calculated.
She snorted. “So? Just give me the damn
towel.” Her hands stretched out, and this time, there was a slight tremor to
them.
“And he owns a farm.” I lied. My
brother was a piece of shit.
“I don’t care.”
“Funny, isn’t it? A farm.”
“I don’t care, Kaius. If you
don’t want me soaking your bed, then you crawl—”
“He owns a farm of snakes.”
I watched her closely, how the water
droplets—large and small—seemed to melt into her skin. At this point, I doubted
she even needed a towel anymore.
“A big farm of them,” I continued, my voice
calm but taunting. “You know, the big ones. About this long and
this thick.” I gestured with my hands, showing her the size, and her face
instantly paled. She almost disappeared into the white of the tiles. “He
doesn’t live too far from here, maybe twenty minutes north. And he mentioned—”
“Damn you!” she snapped, her voice breaking
the tension. “I’ll crawl, you little bitch!”
“Well then, I’ll leave you to it.” My tone
was casual, almost bored.
She growled, her gaze darting around as if
expecting a snake to slither into the room. Her knees bent, an attempt to obey,
but they hovered above the floor, trembling. I could see the subtle shake in
her legs, the fear bleeding through her tough exterior.
I waited. And I wasn’t even sure why. I
should’ve just dragged her into the bedroom, played a video of snakes, and
forced her to watch, wide-eyed and terrified. But something about her made me
hesitate. She was different—infuriatingly so.
“Kneel and fucking crawl, Violette,” I
growled, my voice laced with dark impatience.
Shit. Her name slipped out.
Violette finally broke, her shaky knees
hitting the cold tiles as her palms flattened against the floor. Head down, she
began to crawl.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice
sharp.
Her hands clenched into fists, and I could
tell this was eating at her. Good. It should. The more she resisted, the harder
it would get. Slowly, painfully, she lifted her head. The glare in her eyes
took its time, but when it landed on me, it was pure defiance. Why couldn’t she
just accept this? This was her life now. She should be begging whatever god she
believed in to have been born into a rich family.
But she crawled. Slowly, reluctantly, but she
was doing it. I could feel something unfamiliar stirring inside me—patience. I
hated it. It was small now, barely a flicker, but it was there, and I prayed it
wouldn’t grow.
She stopped at my feet.
“Rise.”
“No. Give me the towel.”
This girl. This fucking girl.
“Fine,” I snapped, my voice sharp with
irritation. “I guess I’ll just have to take you to the damn farm.”
I glared down at her, small and defiant, like
a bug I could crush under my heel. She wanted that. I could see
it in the mischief dancing in those dark eyes, like she was the one getting the
last laugh. Damn her.
She groaned, pushing herself to her feet
quickly. “There you have it, Kaius,” she muttered, reaching for the towel. But
I didn’t let go. Instead, I yanked her toward me, her surprised gasp cutting
through the tension. My hand wrapped around her throat, her neck feeling
impossibly fragile in my grip. I slammed her against the wall, her body
colliding with a moan. Her eyes stayed shut, and her sensual-ness was
palpable between us.
Her teeth sank slowly into her bottom lip,
dragging it with a sensual bite. That little move, paired with the way she
smirked, pushed me closer to the edge. I tightened my grip around her throat,
thinking it might snap her out of this twisted little game. Maybe she hadn’t
really tasted death yet. I squeezed harder.
But her smirk only deepened, and her eyes
fluttered open, taunting me. She chuckled, and the sound sent a rush of heat
straight to my shaft. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, a taunt
that made my fingers itch to squeeze tighter. Any more pressure and I’d snap
her delicate neck.
Another moan escaped her lips, and it sent another
shock of lust straight to my cock. I pressed harder against her, my control
slipping.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she breathed, her
voice devoid of any struggle. She raised her hand, and for a second, I thought
she’d try to pry my grip away. But instead, her tiny hand covered mine, barely
even spanning it. She moaned again, the sound ripping a low growl from me.
God, my cock throbbed with need, and I knew
one thing for sure—whatever it wanted, it would get.
"Please, choke me tighter. Fuck."
Her smirk deepened, a wicked glint in her eyes.
A tension crackled between us, and I hated
how my heart stuttered at it. My grip around her throat weakened, betraying me.
She lifted my hand, and without resistance, my fingers brushed against her
lips, which she slowly parted to pull them inside. Her smirk grew darker as her
lips closed around my fingers, her tongue swirling over them in slow,
deliberate strokes.
I groaned, the sound slipping out
involuntarily. Fuck. If she could do that to my fingers, I could
only imagine what she’d do to my cock. My body pressed harder against hers, my
imagination taking over as I fought to stay in control. My eyes fluttered shut
for a moment, lost in the sensation. I didn’t even notice when her other hand
slipped and dragged the towel from my grip. I was utterly swept away.
My eyes snapped open. No. I
couldn’t let myself get lost in this. Not with her. I yanked my fingers from
her mouth, earning a whine of protest from her. My gaze trailed down her naked
body, drinking her in. Every inch of her skin was a temptation, her reddish
nipples stiff and teasing, just like the painful ache in my cock.
"I want to test something," I
murmured.
"And what’s that?" she asked, her
voice dripping with challenge.
I wasn’t sure if she was purposely running
the towel over her body in sync with my fingers, or if her every movement was
just naturally seductive. Either way, it was driving me to the brink—literally.
"Later," I said, my voice dark with
promise. "Anticipate it."
“Oh, I don’t anticipate, Kaius. You
either tell me, or I force it from you,” she taunted, her voice dripping with
challenge.
I quickly pulled away from her touch before
she could follow through on that threat. “Anticipate it,” I repeated,
my tone final.
I turned to leave, but she reached out, her
touch drawing me back to her like a magnet. Her beauty—her audacity—mesmerized
me.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her tone a
mix of curiosity and command.
“Your clothes are on the bed, Sub 7,” I
replied.
Her eyes flashed with disdain at the name,
but she’d need to get used to it.
“It’s Violette, with two—”
“Your name is Sub 7,” I cut her off, my gaze
dipping down to her neck, remembering how my hand had wrapped around it. None
of the other subs ever liked being choked this hard, but her...
She wrapped the towel around her body, and I
instantly hated it. That body, I could stare at it for the rest of my life. Idiot.
“When you come back, Kaius, make sure you
know my name—and say it,” she gritted out through clenched teeth. I scoffed,
turning to walk away again, but she stopped me.
“You stay behind, and I walk forward.”
She swayed her hips as she strutted out of
the room, leaving me behind to watch. Anger flared when I realized what she’d
done—played me, just like that. My hand instinctively reached out, ready to
grab her throat and squeeze again, but I dropped it in defeat. She loved being
choked.
And that’s what infuriated me the most.
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