Chapter 5
Violette POV
My hands trembled, my whole body shaking with an
anxiety I couldn’t shake off. I needed a damn cigarette—craved it more than
anything right now. And I wondered if there was more in store for me than what
I’d initially been told.
The nightgown lay on the bed, and there was no
underwear to go with it. My eyes lingered on the clothes, wishing I could put
them on, even though I was accustomed to walking around naked. I’d done it
countless times with other masters. At first, it was uncomfortable—everything
in my life was uncomfortable. I learned to endure the discomfort, but I wasn’t
planning on staying this way forever. With each passing year, the value of an
aging sub dwindled. By thirty, I’d either be dead or released.
I yanked open the drawer with frantic hands. I needed
a cigarette. My mind felt like it was coming apart without one. The thought
that my last cigarette had been half a day ago was maddening. Madame Porsche
had gotten me hooked, a habit I wished I’d never picked up. I’d seen her smoke
from a young age, and when she offered me my first one, I’d taken it without
question.
It was clear that Madame Porsche hadn’t done me any
favors. Life on the streets would have been better than growing up in a
brothel, surrounded by boys and girls, trained to please men. I thought I was
different, but at the earliest age, I was already part of the line.
“What are you looking for? Your clothes are already on
the bed.”
I sighed, hearing Kaius's voice. It had a way of
making a girl dream, that was for sure. No wonder the other girls had been so
compliant. I found myself nearly falling into line a few times. I leaned
against the drawer, taking in her clothes. She had left my sight in a more
polished state than this. Her bun was falling apart, short black strands
sticking out in disarray.
I smirked. “Did you fuck?”
“I’m warning you, Sub 7. Know your place,” she
replied, her tone icy.
I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you to remember my
name, Kaius? I’m very disappointed in you.” I turned slowly, returning to my
search through her things. No cigarettes. I could feel her presence behind me,
and it almost made my knees buckle again. The urge to please her, to meet her
every desire, was strong. But then I remembered—pleasing her wasn’t my forte. I
was the kind of girl who did what she wanted, consequences be damned.
She grabbed my hand and spun me around, her body
pressing me against the drawer. The hard handle dug into my back, forcing me to
arch more into her.
“What are you looking for? Stop making me repeat
myself, Sub 7.”
My smirk deepened. “What? I didn’t quite catch that.
Could you repeat it?”
She growled, shoving me harder into the drawer. The
sharp edge of the handle pressed painfully into my back, and I grunted. This
wasn’t the kind of pain I craved. I enjoyed being choked, spanked, abused—those
kinds of pain. They thrilled me, brought me pleasure.
“I want a cigarette. I haven’t had one in hours. Can
you please just give me one?”
Her hand framed my face, her grip firm. “That mouth of
yours should be occupied with something other than a cigarette—like my cock.”
I scoffed, unperturbed. “I’d be more than happy to
suck your cock, but only if you give me a cigarette. A suck for a suck.”
“No cigarettes.”
I snorted. “So you can smoke, but I can’t?”
“That’s the way it is. You’re not allowed any drugs,
cigarettes, or alcohol.”
I gently held onto her suit, my eyes locking with
hers. Her eyes were the most striking blue I’d ever seen, perfect specks of
color that mesmerized me. I hated how entranced I was by them. Maybe if I could
stick them out, I wouldn’t be so captivated.
“Just one,” I pleaded.
“No.” Her tone was uncompromising. My fingers clung to
her disheveled shirt, a sign of my desperation. It was clear she had been with
one of the other girls. “Why aren’t you dressed?” Her eyes roamed over my naked
body, and I almost buckled under the weight of her gaze.
“Don’t deflect. I want a cigarette, please.”
“No. Put your clothes on.”
“No.” I matched her hardness. “If you won’t give me a
cigarette, I won’t put on the clothes.”
“You’re so difficult.”
I chuckled softly. “You’re the one being difficult
here, Kaius.”
“Master,” she grated out, clearly annoyed.
“Cigs,” I retorted in the same steely tone.
“Get into your clothes.”
“Give me a cigarette!” I shouted.
Before I could react, she grabbed me and tossed me
onto her bed. I rolled over, wagging my naked butt like a taunting flag. “Spank
it!” I demanded.
She ignored my antics, instead grabbing my ankles and
pulling me toward her. It was more forceful than it appeared, and she flipped
me over like a pancake. I grinned up at her, meeting her gaze filled with lust
as it roved over my body. Her fingertips grazed my flesh with a slow,
deliberate touch.
“I want to test something,” she murmured.
“Give me a cigarette, and you can do whatever you
want,” I said.
“That’s not how it works, baby.”
Baby? I preferred that name to Sub 7. It seemed she
didn’t notice the endearment had slipped out. It made my pale legs flush with a
sudden heat.
Her knuckles slid further up my thighs, and I
swallowed hard, feeling a lump in my throat.
“What are you doing?”
“Testing what I originally paid for.”
“What’s that?” I forced myself to focus on her fingers
as they edged closer to the crease between my legs. I squeezed them shut,
feeling her fingers dig in, searching for something as she pried my legs open.
“What are you doing?” My voice rose in panic.
“It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want
to see if you’re truly what she claimed you are. A virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I lied, my voice trembling.
“Maybe you’ve fooled all your other masters. You’ve
managed to evade and hide from them. But not me.”
“I’m not a virgin. I had sex with one of my Masters.”
“You didn’t,” she said with a confidence that made it
sound like she had been watching me all my life.
“Okay, okay, okay, I am a virgin. But it’s not yours
to take.” I tried to push her hand away, but both her hands and her growl
forced me back down onto the bed. “I want to be covered,” I whispered, now
realizing the true purpose of the nightgown. It might offer some protection
against this.
“It’s mine to take.”
I shook my head in defiance. “My pussy. And I’m
reserving it for my husband, just like you’re reserving your good behavior for
your daddy’s trust fund blonde-haired wife.”
Her eyes darkened, turning a wicked shade of blue that
was both mesmerizing and terrifying. I couldn’t quite grasp what I had said to
provoke such a reaction. “I need to see if I get my money’s worth. And don’t
you ever think a man is going to get what I dominate over.”
“You’ll see. Three more years, and I’ll be free of
this.”
“I could kill you.”
“Yet here I am, still free,” I shot back defiantly.
“Part your fucking legs.”
“They were never closed,” I retorted, glancing down at
my spread legs.
“Have you ever been touched there?”
“No.”
“Good. I love how you’ve managed to fool all your
masters into thinking you weren’t a virgin. Tell me, how do you do it?”
I tilted my head, mocking curiosity. “Should I tell my
cunt of a master?” I taunted. A moan escaped me as her fingers brushed through
my core. My cheeks flushed crimson as a stringy discharge dripped from her
fingers onto the sheets.
She glanced between me and the mess, a wicked grin
spreading across her lips. “Aren’t you a wet little thing?”
Her fingers returned to my heated center, sliding in
slowly. She paused when her fingers reached the first knuckle. I grunted from
the stretch, feeling the burn.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, her voice laced with satisfaction.
She pressed in further, sliding the next rim of
knuckles inside.
“Ah!” I moaned in pain. “Take it out.” My fingers
trembled from nicotine withdrawal, struggling to keep her hand from going any
deeper. I had never felt a cock inside me, but this felt like being stretched,
used.
I could feel her fingers probing, exploring. “What are
you looking for?”
“Your hymen.”
“What’s a hymen?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Your virginity, baby,” she replied with a smirk.
The endearment weakened me, though I fought to keep my
composure. No need to give her that satisfaction.
“Good. Excellent. You’re definitely a virgin,” she
declared, pulling her fingers out. I sighed in relief, only to gasp when she
smeared my essence across my lips. The scent was overwhelming.
“What are you doing?” I growled, trying to turn my
head away.
“Lick it off, Sub 7.”
“No.” I tried to wipe it away, but she yanked on my
damp hair. Her lips hovered near mine, not touching, but her presence was
palpable. “Lick your lips and taste yourself. Tell me how you taste.”
The sensation of her pulling my hair sent jolts of
pleasure through me, but I resisted. “No.”
She twisted her fingers in my hair, pulling roughly.
My scalp tingled with discomfort as I reluctantly licked my lips, the salty
taste of myself awakening my senses.
“How do you taste?” she demanded.
I worked my tongue over the flavors like a signal
searching for a frequency. “Sweet.”
“How sweet?”
“Why don’t you eat me out and find out?”
“I don’t eat pussy.”
“Why not?”
She pushed me away, beginning to disassemble her suit.
“I don’t please you. You please me.”
I expected her to remove her suit and reveal her body,
but instead, she stood up and headed toward the bathroom.
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