Chapter 35 Antonio
“Tell me,” I murmur as my eyes skim over each of them, “how my pets are today. Have they been pampered? Have they behaved?”
It’s been four months since I’ve been here, since I’ve been home, my real home.
I spent far longer than I wanted in Scotland.
I spent far longer managing petty Chapter in-fighting, squashing men who thought they’d found a weak point to exploit and trying to track down Ezekial too, though those efforts have led to nothing.
Of course I checked in, dialled in to watch her training but that was all I could do; watch.
“They have for the most part.” Clara says, keeping her eyes fixed on them like she can’t bring herself to look at my mangled face. “They’re already put out by the new one.”
“How so?” I ask. My understanding was she’d been locked up this entire time, and only last night was she brought out of confinement.
Clara shrugs. “You know how they are; Felice in particular is territorial.”
Territorial is good. Territorial is exactly how I want the others to behave. “I trust you to ensure she is perfect.” I reply before turning my attention on Anya.
Her dark hair cascades like a silken waterfall down her back as she curves over into a perfect show of obedience. I slide my hand under her chin and pull her to her feet.
For the slightest of seconds, I see that flicker of horror as she sees my face; as she sees the burns, the scarring, the melted flesh.
Then, like a perfectly obedient bitch, she smiles back at me, she blushes so beautifully, and I drag my fingers down over her soft cheek to where her parted lips are waiting.
She draws the tips in, sucking them softly, moaning too as she tastes the ink under my nails.
I raise my other hand, stroking her hair, rewarding her in a way I know she’ll love.
After Anya, I focus on Julie. Giving her the same attention, the same treatment. Then I look at Felice, who looks like she’s dying waiting for me to get to her.
“Felice,” I murmur softly, and she reacts as if me saying her name is pleasure enough.
I bring her to her feet and she leans in, brushing her body against me, ensuring her breasts catch on my arm in a way that rubs against her nipples.
“Master,” She breathes. “It’s been so long…” she begins before gasping when she looks at me.
I know I’m not pretty now. I know my appearance is a thing to behold, a thing of nightmares. But these are my pets, my whores, specifically trained for my needs. They don’t have to be attracted to me, their wants mean nothing when I own them entirely.
She gulps, quickly recovering herself and then plants the softest of kisses on my hand as a form of apology.
“I’ve been busy, Felice.” I say.
She nods, dropping her gaze. “And we’ve missed you. All of us have.”
Her hand slides to my belt, her fingers sliding under it in a far too bold move. With a stern look, I pull her free. She may be my pet, my plaything and I may choose to spoil her, but that doesn’t give her the right to touch me without permission.
Maybe a little punishment would do her some good.
I dismiss her gently, finally turning my attention to the last girl.
She’s shaking, trembling so hard I can see her hair moving. I can’t tell if it’s fear or anger motivating her but as I take her arm and make her stand, I see so many emotions swirling in her face.
“Look at me.” I order.
She doesn’t, she just trembles more. It’s a stark contrast to the last time we interacted, to the girl who threw herself at me in her fury.
I reach out, snatching at her jaw, forcing that face up. Her skin is so fucking soft. Even after the months of torture, the months of abuse, she still hasn’t lost any of her beauty.
The look on her face, the way she stares at me says it all. I was a monster before, a devilishly handsome one but now, now I show on the outside what I am on the inside.
I run my eyes down over the dress she’s now wearing. It’s pink. A pink so pale it blends with her skin tone, and makes it look like she’s not wearing anything. Add the fact that the fabric is sheer and a size too small so her round plump breasts are more than hinted at.
My cock stirs. A part of me wants to rip the fabric off and fuck her right here just to remind myself of what her cunt feels like. God it’s been so long.
I run my finger down over her left nipple, toying with the piercing while she lets out a little whimper. Does the softness turn her on? Is my gentleness now something she’s finally craving after all the abuse?
A tear streaks down her cheek, and her lip quivers.
She’s fucking petrified.
The smirk stretches across my face as I realise it. Good, I want her scared. I want her in a perpetual fucking state.
I want her so afraid of everyone and everything that she sees me as her only protection, her only hope.
I step back, dropping my hold in a way that makes her believe I’m disgusted with her.
“I have business to attend to.” I say curtly and I see how the other girls react, the way they look at Grace like they believe she’s offended me.
I turn on my heel, beckoning Clara to follow me out and I let the doors slam shut behind us.
“She’s petrified.” I state as soon as the door shuts.
“She is, and the girls will see to it that she continues to be. Assuming that is still what you want?”
I nod, my hand fingering the vial around my neck, holding her ruin in my fingers like it’s an amulet, a good luck charm.
“I want her to have no peace, no reprieve.” I state. “I want the others to understand that she is bottom of the pack, their personal punchbag. I want her to be isolated, bullied. I want her to feel completely alone, and I want her to become desperate…”
“I will see that it is done.”
“Good.” I reply and turn to leave.
I can feel it. The way she moved, the way she recoiled, the way she reacted to my touch even though it was well over a month ago.
“We’ll have a party tonight.” I add. “They can all welcome me back after my trip. Perhaps then, she’ll start to have an inkling about how this works.”
Clara nods. “As you wish, Master.”