CHAPTER TEN
10
Draven
She looks so innocent when she sleeps, but once those eyelids open, she’s anything but innocent—stubborn, through and through.
I’ve been watching her for far too long now, almost like I’m her guardian angel.
I could lose myself in the perfection of her features, wishing for an eternity spent simply watching her sleep. Five hundred years? Even that wouldn’t be enough.
Lowering myself to match her height, her head resting on the floor, I gently cradled it in my hand, my fingers curling around her head like a protective shield, as I continued to watch.
I caught a whiff of her scent, her blood teasing my nostrils once more. My gaze drifted to her lips, which moved in silent conversation as she slept, adding to her charm.
My thumb brushed against her mouth, instinctively seeking to silence the tempting whisper. But the touch lingered, a traitor to my good intentions.
I found myself parting those lips, the forbidden taste a maddening temptation. The curve of her lips, so invitingly soft, ignited a raw need within me. As I pressed my thumb into her mouth, I couldn’t help but imagine those lips wrapped around something else—my cock.
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips. “Why, Morwenna,” I murmured, “why choose the most difficult path? You could have been my wife, not a servant.”
Even in sleep, her defiance flickered. “I prefer the hard road... I hate...” Her voice trailed off as I brushed my other finger against her lips. A guttural sound, half-gag, half-protest, escaped her before her eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, a groan rumbled from her throat as the world swam into focus. “You...” she gasped, scrambling back from my touch as she rose. Her surprised gaze met mine.
I watched, a flicker of amusement dancing in my chest, as she attempted to gather her wits. “M-My Lord Draven,” she stammered, her voice thick with sleep and unease. Awkwardly, she began to curtsy, her head dipping low.
Her forced obedience only intensified my amusement. It was clear such subservience chafed at her spirit.
With a sigh, I rose, towering over her as she retreated further.
Silence stretched between us, broken only by a soft sigh. “Work awaits,” Morwenna finally declared, bending to snatch the forgotten broom from the floor.
“Sleeping on the job...” I began, my voice firm.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” she interjected. “I just got tired and dozed off, but I’m ready to get back to work!” she quickly added.
“Sleeping while on duty, especially when it involves tasks, comes with consequences, you know that, right?” I reminded her.
“I wasn’t aware,” she admitted. “I’m still new here and trying to figure things out.”
“Didn’t Lady Jen explain the rules to you?” I inquired.
Her face fell. “Only a few.”
“Did she tell you that I don’t hesitate to discard servants who fail to complete their tasks?” I pressed.
“She did mention it,” Morwenna confirmed. “And I must admit, it’s quite intimidating,” she added, almost scoffing. Typical of her. “So, do you believe in second chances?” she asked tentatively.
“Second chances?” I echoed, taking two steps closer to her, causing her to instinctively step back.
“Yes,” she affirmed.
“No,” I stated firmly.
“But you gave me a second chance last time,” she reminded me.
“Because you’re the exception,” I growled, the possessiveness leaving no room for argument.
Morwenna whispered a retort, barely audible, but the sting of her defiance reached me. “An exception, huh?”
“I’ve made it clear from the start, Morwenna, you belong to me. And that doesn’t exempt you from punishment because you’re my servant and not my wife,” I retorted, feeling petty.
She echoed my words defiantly. “And I’ve made it equally clear that I’m not yours, and I’ll endure whatever punishment you mete out as long as I never have to be your wife.”
“Careful with that pretty mouth, Morwenna,” I warned, a low growl rumbling in my chest. “I won’t hesitate to repeat what happened last time.”
Her lips tightened into a thin line. “Very well then... I apologize, Almighty Lord Draven,” she conceded, and I seized the opportunity to advance further towards her.
“Say it with your head lowered,” I commanded, noticing her raised eyebrow. Without her usual protest, she complied, bowing her head.
“I apolo—”
“Lower,” I cut in, my hand snaking around her neck, urging it down until it met my waist. The unmistakable bulge beneath my trousers drew a sharp gasp from her lips. The game was afoot, and she knew it.
“Now, say it again.”
A desperate tremor colored her voice. “I...” she stammered, struggling for breath. “I-I...”
“Don’t make me wait, Morwenna. Say it, or I’ll find something else for you to apologize for,” I threatened, knowing exactly what that something would be.
“I-I apologize, Lord Draven,” she finally choked out, the defiance replaced by a simmering resentment.
“You missed a word,” I pointed out.
“What word?”
“Almighty,” I replied, knowing how she sarcastically adds it to my name whenever she addresses me formally. It’s one of the things that sets her apart from the others who address me. “Say it. Say the word,” I urged, adding some spice to the moment by using my vampire speed to place her hand, slick with nervous sweat, onto my pants, where my cock awaited her touch. Her sharp intake of breath only fueled my desire further.
“I...” she began, but I interrupted her.
“Say it to my cock. It’s dying to hear those words from your lips,” I said, licking my lips hungrily.
She let out another gasp, “I apologize, Almighty Lord Draven!” she rushed out the words, trying to withdraw her hand from my arousal, desperate to escape the situation. Her touch had already reignited my arousal, and lust began to cloud my thoughts.
“As for your punishment...” I began, realizing I still needed to punish her, despite her willingness to apologize before I could even list it.
“I thought apologizing to you would lessen the punishment,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“No chance,” I replied, lifting her head with the hand still on her head, bringing her face up to meet mine. I leaned in closer, wanting to see her violet eyes.
“What do you want then?” she asked, trying to break our gaze, but my hand on her neck kept her in place.
I smirked. “You’re already touching it,” I said, referring to her hand on my pants, sending a surge of heat through my cock. “I think I need it in your mouth again, Morwenna,” I said, “and besides, it’s part of the punishment,” I added.
“I was expecting a different kind of punishment,” she admitted.
“Like what?”
“Something that doesn’t involve me being intimate with you,” she murmurs, her words barely audible, but I catch them nonetheless.
“As long as I have you here, your body is mine, and I can be as intimate with you as I want,” I say, gently stroking her hair, never breaking eye contact.
“I-I have a boyfriend,” she interjects, attempting to diffuse the tension between us.
“Boyfriend?!” I’m slightly surprised.
“Yes,” she confirms, “I have a boyfriend, and it wouldn’t be right to be intimate with someone else.” She explains, her next words barely audible, “with a vampire I… dislike.” she whispers so softly it’s almost imperceptible.
“You don’t seem like the type to have a boyfriend,” I said, scrutinizing her face.
“That’s because you don’t know me,” she replied.
“I know you, Morwenna.”
“No, you don’t,” she snapped, then softened, the consequences of defying her master sinking in. “Look, I need a different punishment. Something that doesn’t include...” Her voice trailed off as I squeezed her hand, the press sending a familiar ache through my groin.
“I can smell if you’re in a relationship, and I don’t sense anything in you. Your mind is just empty, thinking of anything but my...” I pause, breathing out the word, “cock,” I say, watching her reaction as she swallows nervously.
“Stop invading my mind, it’s intrusive,” she protests.
“Now, now, Morwenna,” I chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in my voice. “Those delicious thoughts of yours are a siren song, a constant tease. It turns me on, Morwenna, especially when they’re filled with a million ‘I hate yous’ in your mind. It makes me want to make love to you a million times until you don’t just hate the feeling, but learn to enjoy it,” I whisper.
Her breath quickens. “I’ll never enjoy...”
“Oh you will, love. You will,” I interrupt her. “Show me how much you crave it, Morwenna. Show me how my name echoes in your thoughts, how your body begs for my touch. I have a million ways to make you scream my name, a million ways to ignite a fire within you, and a million ways to bring you to your knees, begging for more as you shatter into a million beautiful pieces.”
She tries to deny her feelings and thoughts, stammering, “I-I have a boyfriend!”
Her voice cracks, but I choose to ignore her words. Responding to her with hunger, I whispered low for her ears only, “Drop to your knees, love.”
And with that, her knees obey, sinking slowly until she lands with a thud, her back straight, eyes fixed on her own hands still under mine, resting on my pants.
I released her hair to unzip my pants slowly and eagerly, revealing my cock to her gaze, which looks bewildered.
I allow her hand, now free, to explore my erection as she caresses it, the head slick with precome. Fuck, it’s ready for her mouth.
“You’re mine, Morwenna. You should know that, and I don’t care if you claim to have a boyfriend,” I whisper. “Now, open up!” I commanded, signaling for her to part her lips, and she complies as I slide my length into her mouth. “Good, suck on the head of my cock, Morwenna!” I directed, releasing her hand to rest on her hair again to guide her movements as she sucks on me.
Her lips wrap around the head of my cock as she begins to suck, eagerly taking in the precome that glistens on the tip.
“Good, make sure you take all my come into your fucking mouth, Morwenna,” I commanded, as more precome gathers at the head, mixing with her saliva as she continues to suck.
“Fuck, baby!” I murmured as I push my full length into her quivering lips, starting to thrust into her mouth. “You like that, love, huh?”
“Mmm,” she murmurs in response, a moan escaping her lips.
“Keep your mouth open, love, I need your fucking throat to take my cock!” I grunt as I thrust into her mouth, imagining pounding her pussy in the same rhythm. I crave the feel of her pussy right now, but I want Morwenna, my stubborn parrot, to beg for it, to beg for my dick until I pound her raw.
Damn.
My come explodes into her mouth, spurting from the head of my cock.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I groan as I reach another climax. “Make sure you swallow every drop, Morwenna. I need to see you gulp down all my seed, love!” I command as I slowly withdraw my cock from her mouth, stroking myself as I watch her obediently swallow every bit of my release. The sight of her throat working as she gulps it down makes me want to thrust back into her mouth.
Once I’m finished, I tuck my cock back into my pants, still unsatisfied and needing to masturbate more.
Damn, my dick is still throbbing in my pants even after I’ve fucked her mouth twice.
“Rise,” I command, and she stands from her kneeling position, my hand finding her jawline and tilting it up to meet my gaze. Her intoxicating blood fills my senses again, and I feel the urge to stop delaying and mark her already.
“Repeat after me, Morwenna,” I say, staring deeply into her eyes, my tone serious. “You’re mine...”
She hesitates for a moment, and I notice.
“Say it,” I urge.
She swallows. “You’re mine,” she repeats.
“And I am yours,” I add.
“And I am yours,” she echoes.
“Now say it,” I press, wanting her to repeat my words.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” she whispers.
“Good. Keep saying the words, Morwenna,” I encourage, my hand returning to my pants as I slip my cock out and begin to stroke it.
“You’re mine, and I am yours.”
As she uttered those words, I kept stroking my cock harder and harder, imagining myself thrusting into her tight pussy, stretching her beyond her limits.
I could almost hear her moaning my name, begging for more as I fucked her, her cries of pleasure echoing in my mind.
I was masturbating right here, right now, in her presence, her words were like a drug, igniting a fire within me.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling like I could explode any moment. “Drop to your knees again, love, and open your mouth,” I command, and she obeys without hesitation. I love her submission, especially to my cock. All that’s left is for her to surrender her body to me. I want it all, every part of her. She kneels before me, her mouth open. “Keep saying the words, love, keep saying it,” I urge.
“I am yours, and you’re mine,” she says.
“Ah, fuck,” I curse as my come erupts, splattering onto her face. Some lands on her lips, some on her cheeks. The sight of my release staining her face only turns me on more and more. Fuck.
She licks the come from her lips and uses her fingers to wipe the rest from her face, slipping them into her mouth.
Watching her suck her fingers, coated with my release, is everything to me.
I crave her already, and I’m craving her even more now.
Next time, I won’t go easy on her.
She rose under my command once more, her eyes meeting mine willingly as I returned my member to its place in my trousers.
In her gaze, I conveyed, “Keep fixating on my manhood, Morwenna, until you plead for it, until I possess you with it, and no one else’s but mine.”
Her response was merely a gasp.
“Now, let’s arrange accommodations for you, as you are not only my guest but also my... companion,” I said.
“Meaning, a servant?” she inquired.
“Both,” I affirmed. “I require you to stay in separate quarters from the other servants, allowing me the opportunity to enter at will and attend to our... matters,” I added, making my intentions clear.
“So, I won’t have any privacy then?” she queried.
“No,” I replied succinctly. “Lady Jen will guide you to your quarters.”
“Should I express gratitude or something—” she raised an eyebrow, her tongue moistening her lips. Fuck.
“Try to refrain from doing that in my presence,” I instructed.
“Do what?” she asked.
I lowered my gaze. “Licking your lips,” I stated.
“Like this?” she countered, defying my request as she wet her lips. Fuck, she knew the effect she had on me.
“Yes,” I murmured, “exactly like that.”
“But I still have traces of your essence on my lips; I ought to cleanse them out. You wouldn’t want me to waste it, would you?” she remarked, her words instantly arousing me.
“If you keep licking your lips like that, I’ll lose my self-control and ravish you,” I warned. Keeping my composure around her is a challenge, but instead of heeding my warning, she intensifies her actions.
Fuck.
She’s undeniably a temptation, and her scent... No, it’s too soon to claim her. I remind myself firmly.
I lowered my head, bridging the gap between our heights. Then, my lips brushed against hers, tasting the faint tang of my own essence lingering on her bottom lip.
A surge of desire, sharp and primal, coursed through me. The metallic tang of blood, a forbidden allure, whispered at the edges of my senses.
I fought the urge to sink my fangs into that soft flesh, to claim her in a more brutal way possible.
Such a powerful allure. I crave it, every fucking aspect of her.
Not yet.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, my voice a husky rasp against her ear. “Repeat it, Morwenna.”
A soft moan escaped her lips as I returned to her bottom lip, savoring the slight tremor that ran through her. “You’re mine,” she whispered, the words breathless.
“Again,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire with her bottom lip captured between my teeth. Fuck.
I needed a bite. Just a bite.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You’re mine,” she breathed, a touch firmer this time. “And I am yours.”
With each repetition, my grip tightened, the possessive urge a physical ache.
She belongs to me.
Morwenna is mine.
The word echoed in my mind, a delicious claim.