Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Please, sir,” I whimpered, my voice cracking under the strain.
“Do it,” he insisted, the authority in his voice returning and wrapping around me like a vice. My breath hitched, my muscles quivered. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
At last, with a surge of pleasure that I tried to hide from Marcus but could not, the dam within me broke. The sound of my urine hitting the water seemed deafening in the quiet bathroom, each splash echoing my humiliation. My body trembled, a whimper escaping my lips as I maintained eye contact with Marcus. His smile broadened, and in that moment, I knew he understood my conflicted nature all too well.
“Good girl,” he murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone, though it felt more like a verdict than praise. His eyes never left mine, even as the final drops fell, and I used the mercifully soft paper on the roll beside me, my face hot as an oven.
“Stand up,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my legs trembling. The cold air against my exposed skin heightened every sensation, making the moment even more excruciating. He took my leash once more, leading me out of the bathroom and down the dimly lit corridor.
When we reached my little bedroom, Marcus guided me to the corner of the room, pointing to a tiny camera nestled above.
“Delacroix likes to keep an eye on his possessions,” Marcus said, his voice carrying an edge of warning. “He doesn’t want his fucking pieces playing with themselves.” He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. “If you’re caught masturbating, you will be caned.”
A shiver ran down my spine, not just from fear but from the forbidden allure of his threat. The weight of my predicament settled heavily upon me, yet the magnetic pull towards Marcus remained undeniable. His stern gaze held me captive, a silent reminder of my role here.
“Understand?” he asked, his tone brooking no argument.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. The urge to tell him, to whisper that we shared a mission grew very strong, but I stopped the words in my throat at the last second. I realized to my dismay that the attraction I felt for him, coupled with the intensity of my situation, was making it very difficult to think clearly.
“Your training begins tomorrow,” Marcus said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He unclipped the leash from my collar with a practiced ease, and I felt an unsettling mix of relief and longing as the restraint fell away. “In the morning, I will evaluate you as a fuck toy, and then we’ll proceed to teaching you what Monsieur wants you to know before he claims you with his cock.”
His words seemed to hang in the air. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the conflicting emotions within me—fear, arousal, and the almost unbearable urge to reveal myself as Malleus’ columba.
“Delacroix expects perfection,” Marcus continued, his eyes never leaving mine. “You will learn to serve him and anyone else he deems worthy.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling ever so slightly.
“Good,” he replied, a slight smile playing on his lips. “A dinner cart will arrive shortly with your meal. Eat and rest. You’ll need your strength.”
With that, he turned and walked to the door, his presence filling the room even as he prepared to leave it. The lock clicked with a finality that made my heart sink further.
The luxurious trappings of the room mocked my captivity. The real cloth wallpaper, the comfortable bed—all reminders of a gilded cage. I moved towards the bed, feeling the soft fabric tease my bare skin. Sleep seemed a distant hope, replaced by the gnawing urge to touch myself, exacerbated by Marcus’ warning.
I lay down, my body tense, thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance. The camera’s unblinking eye watched over me, a silent sentinel ensuring my obedience. The desire to defy its gaze, to find some semblance of control in this powerless situation, was overwhelming. Yet, the threat of punishment or, worse, discovery, loomed large.
Malleus had given me the tools—literally and figuratively—to escape my bedroom and the notice of the camera, but using them came with risks. The urge to use them anyway, to do something that made me feel like an active agent, threatened to make me do something foolish.
Wait, I told myself. You have no choice. Just like Malleus told you. Just like Marcus told you. You have no choice.
CHAPTER 7
Sophia
The sound of the lock woke me. The door to the little bedroom swung open with a suddenness that sent my heart racing. Marcus emerged from the shadows, his presence as commanding as ever, the leash dangling ominously from his long fingers.
The sight of it rekindled a whirlwind of emotions within me from the previous day—fear, resolve… and an undeniable spark of arousal. The surge of conflicting thoughts about him and my mission threatened to get the better of the self-calming training Malleus had bestowed.