The Princess In A ‘Prince’ Disguise (Beasts of Wrath and Madness #1)

7. THE SLAVEMASTER

Chapter seven

THE SLAVEMASTER

"Isn't he quite a beauty?" Slavemaster Boris whispered, inching closer to Slavemaster Gaine

"He is," Gaine reluctantly agreed, observing the young prince. Then he sighed, "However, I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Boris. We are already short on slaves because you take an interest in each and every one of them. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Boris averted his gaze. "I lost control. It won't happen again—"

"Damn right, it won't," Gaine interrupted, now giving Boris his full attention. "The new slave you're ogling is replacing the one you strangled to death in the barn because she wouldn't stop screaming while you brutally raped her dry without any sort of preparation."

"But—"

"I had to plead extensively to be sent another slave. It will be even more difficult if you do that shit again and we have to replace this young male." Gaine added furiously. "So whatever absurd thoughts are crossing your mind, discard them immediately. I will not tolerate losing more slaves because you cannot keep it in your breeches."

Boris seethed with anger as he watched Gaine depart. How dare Gaine order me around? Attempt to dictate whom I can and cannot mount?

Boris would have the pretty little prince. Very soon.

His eyes caught sight of cute Amie as she took an order that would lead her to the inner room and a predatory smile crept across his lips.

The girl glanced around, searching for him, and Boris pretended to be occupied, feigning cluelessness. When he glanced back, he saw that Amie had already slipped into the inner room.

Boris quickly followed stepping into the cramped space, locking the door behind him. The sound made Amie flinch.

"Master Boris," she greeted fearfully.

"You do not appear thrilled to see me, little Amie. Come now, untie your garments for me.” Boris smirked. “Do not keep me waiting."

Her throat worked visibly. "But the customer—"

"Untie. Your. Garment."

She dropped the wine bottle, causing it to clatter, and her trembling hands began working on the rope holding her uniform together at her chest.

Untying the knot, she pulled down the flimsy undergarment, revealing her creamy, plump breasts before Boris's eyes.

Boris closed the distance between them, cupping the full globes and roughly kneading them.

He smirked as Amie winced in pain. Locking eyes with her, he pinched her nipples hard.

She cried out, instinctively raising her hands to protect her breasts, but he slapped her hands away. Lowering his head, he greedily sucked on her hardened peaks, nibbling and biting them harshly.

Amie covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her cries as he mercilessly suckled her sensitive breasts. It hurt.

She fought the urge to plead, to beg him to stop. Knowing it would only make him more brutal if she did. So, she swallowed down her cries as she tried to twist away from his rough mouth.

Finally, Boris pulled back, lust in his eyes. "The barn, tonight."

"I cannot, Madam Livia needs my assistance with one of the sick ones tonight," she quickly lied.

When he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, Amie added, "It is true, you can even ask Madam Livia." She knew he wouldn’t inquire further. Master Boris preferred to keep his vile, lustful dealings discreet.

He did not appear pleased and leaned closer. "If I find out you are lying to me, I will make you pay," he warned in a low tone. "Trust me, little slave. You will not like the way I make you pay for that."

She adjusted her clothes hastily. "I would never lie to you."

As she turned to leave, Boris grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her back. "Your new friend, I want him."

Amie forced herself not to physically react to that. "I do not believe it would be wise, Master Boris. He belongs to Grand Lord Vladya."

Satisfaction filled her when his eyes widened at the mention of the third ruler, and she added. "He personally traveled to the human world to buy Prince Emeriel. I am certain he would not like anyone messing with his own slave."

"That is a lie!" Boris hissed. "If he truly belonged to the Grand Lord, he would not have been sent down here to the cellar. He would be working in the fortress."

True.

She thought fast. "I do not possess all the details, Master Boris, but I did not lie about Prince Emeriel's encounter with the Grand Lord. You can ask anyone in Ravenshadow. Furthermore, I overheard Madam Livia mention that his employment here is only temporary. Surely, you do not wish to risk incurring Grand Lord Vladya's wrath, do you?"

No, Boris did not wish to take that risk. No Urekai in his right mind would dare.

Yet, he couldn't help but think about that pretty face... the enticing curves barely concealed by the slave clothes. And he was not the only one.

When the boy entered the tavern, all eyes were on him.

No, Boris was not the only male who wanted to mount that boy and fuck into him so hard he squealed, his virgin ass opening around his thick length. To fuck into him until that tight channel milked him dry.

He was not the only one, but he sure as the moon would be among the first!

Curling his finger around the little slave's throat, his voice dripped with menace. "You dare to lecture me, slave?"

The girl's eyes widened. "I would never dream of it, Master Boris."

"Good. When I summon you, lead him to the barn as the sun begins its descent. I will inform you when the time is right. Should you fail in this task, my anger will be unleashed." His lips curled into an evil smile. "You do not want to witness my wrath, do you?"

Grabbing her breast roughly, Boris squeezed so hard she sobbed in pain. Only then did he release her, step back, and walk away.

Amie's legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, trembling.

The last time Master Boris had unleashed his fury upon her, she had bled through her anal ring, rendering her unable to walk properly for an entire week.

It was the first and only time he had invaded her there, and even now, the phantom pain felt just as excruciating. She never wanted to experience anything like that ever again.

Oh, what am I to do!?

Do I truly need to deliver Prince Emeriel to this...?

Emeriel carefully wiped the stained glass with a washcloth. He had been assigned to clean the fourth layer of the southern wing this morning and had been at it for the past hour.

Last night, Emeriel had dreamed of the king’s beast. It was strange.

He had never seen the beast before, yet somehow, for reasons he could not explain, it occupied his thoughts. To the point of entering his dreams.

But why?

It was a question he had asked himself over and over without finding an answer.

As he scrubbed the glass diligently, he hummed softly, running the cloth over the surface until the dirt was gone. Just as he reached for his rinsing water, he heard voices growing louder.

"What about the land beyond Crystal Waters?" a woman asked.

"It is not within my power to grant you that land, and you know it," Grand Lord Vladya replied.

His tone was surprisingly gentle, lacking the sharpness Emeriel had come to associate with him.

"But you are also a grand lord. Surely you can make this happen without all those unnecessary stresses and lengthy processes," the woman whined, her tone edged with frustration.

"It is not as simple as that. Everything that belonged to Daemonikai still belongs to him. Until he is officially declared dead, no one can touch his possessions or his will," Lord Vladya explained.

Emeriel struggled to believe that the calm, patient voice he was hearing belonged to Grand Lord Vladya. This side of him was entirely new—one Emeriel had never thought existed.

Who is that woman?

Just then, the pair came into view.

Emeriel pretended to focus on his cleaning, though he could feel their eyes on him. Casually, he lifted his head and bowed silently in acknowledgment before resuming his work.

"Who is that slave? I have not seen that face before," the woman said, her footsteps echoing as she moved toward Emeriel. "Who are you?"

"He is a new slave I purchased some days ago. He belongs to the grand king," Grand Lord Vladya answered in a neutral tone.

"My Daemon?" The woman’s perfect brows furrowed.

Emeriel felt a prickle of... something under his skin.

Not 'your' Daemon, he almost shouted.

Wait. What in the lights was wrong with him? Emeriel didn't care about these things.

"Oh, is he the sex slave you mentioned? The one you bought for my Daemon's pleasure? To fulfill his beast's lust?" She paused, tilting her head as she surveyed Emeriel. "I thought you would get a female for that purpose."

A sex slave? Emeriel resented being labeled as such.

He took a thorough look at the female. She possessed the haughty demeanor of an aristocrat, adorned in an expensive and sophisticated gown with unique, beautiful designs unfamiliar to Emeriel.

The woman carried herself with an air of importance, striding as if she owned the place. Reluctantly, Emeriel had to admit she was also breathtakingly beautiful.

Lord Vladya waved his hand dismissively. "I did acquire a female. He is the female’s brother."

"Stupid humans," the woman muttered. Then, she pinned Emeriel with a disdainful look. "I do not like your kind, so you would do well to stay out of my way. If you dare even breathe the wrong way in my presence, I will kill you with my bare hands. And I will take pleasure in doing so." With those words, she turned and marched out of the hallway.

Emeriel found himself suddenly alone with Grand Lord Vladya, and the silence that followed was heavy.

He cleared his throat, asking. "Is she the bondmate of Grand King Daemonikai?"

Emeriel recalled the grand king had a bondmate and even children. It made sense.

If he remembered correctly, it was one of Daemonikai's sons who had drunkenly revealed the kingdom's secret, which had led to the human invasion.

"That is Mistress Sinai. She is his bloodhost." Lord Vladya stated in a tone which suggested that should explain everything.

In a way, Emeriel supposed it did.

The bond between a Urekai and his bloodhost was said to be incredibly strong. Some argued it might even surpass a mating bond.

Then a thought struck Emeriel. "Is she on her way to bloodfeed the beast?" His eyes widened, his voice filled with astonishment.

"Yes," came the curt reply. Lord Vladya turned abruptly, clearly finished with the conversation, walking away.

"Wait! I need to know about my sister!" Emeriel cried, following after him. "What has happened to Aekeira?"

Lord Vladya continued walking without stopping. "I am under no obligation to provide you with that answer."

"Please, Lord Vladya!" Emeriel dropped to his knees desperately. "I just want to know if she is still alive, that is all! I promise not to disturb you further. I don't even need to see her. I simply want to know if she is safe or not. I will do anything, my lord! I just want to know that Aekeira is alive!"

The male turned, pinning Emeriel with inscrutable eyes. He remained silent, leaving Emeriel on the edge of despair.

Emeriel could feel the tears welling up, burning in his eyes. "Even if she is... d-dead, please tell me. I need to know. And I will leave you in peace, I swear!"

"Your sister is alive. For now," Lord Vladya finally responded before turning away and walking off.

A flood of relief washed over Emeriel, and tears streamed down his face. Aekeira had survived. My strong sister had survived!

"Oh, thank the Light! All glory be to the sky," he whispered.

For the first time in days, he could breathe freely. An immense weight lifted from his shoulders as he walked back to resume his duties.