As I’m licking the plate clean, he asks me a question. “What is your name, Little One?”
I stare into his ice-blue eyes. “Gray,” I say. Do I mean it, or am I merely repeating what I heard earlier?
He frowns. “Not what that bastard called you. Your real name.”
I stare at him. I have no idea what he is talking about. Do I even have a name? I have no idea.
His eyes narrow. “Fair enough, Little One. There is power in true names. I am willing to earn yours.”
I blink at him.
He smiles, showing his bright white teeth again. “Nice to meet you Gray, I’m Mal.”
He comes and collects my plate, and his cock is right in front of me. It looks delicious. I lick my lips and lean forward but he steps back.
“Sorry, Little One. I can’t trust you not to bite just yet.”
I scowl up at him. Maybe I will take his spine. He smiles and his eyes flash. He is not entirely human I suddenly realize. But I don’t know what he is.
“I can fuck you some more?” he offers.
I hate the whimper that comes out of my mouth, but he just chuckles and places the dishes in the sink.
“Back to bed then,” he says.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid and my stomach heaves. He tilts his head as he regards me.
“Hmm, no, you are right. If I had spent a hundred years chained to a bed, I wouldn’t be keen on returning.”
A hundred years? Has it only been that long?
“Bend over the table.”
His words echo through me. I don’t like being told what to do. I don’t like orders. But I like his cock. I stare at him and contemplate disemboweling him. I’m free and there are plenty of humans with cocks.
“I said bend over. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
My body stands. My body bends over. My body reaches for the end of the table and holds on. He stands behind me, lifts up my robe, and I whimper impatiently.
“Good boy,” he says softly and then he fills me.
Chapter two
He fucks me hard and savagely until nothing else exists apart from his cock driving into me. It’s bliss. We come at the same time and I’m left feeling soporific and hazy.
He pulls me up and takes me to another room. It’s small and tiled with cold white porcelain. The window is a tiny slit showing a sliver of night sky. I stare at it. How long has it been since I have seen the sky? My heart thuds with longing.
He is in front of me now. He leans over and twists a knob. Water comes out. Hot water. I blink in surprise. I’m looking at a large bathtub. One that doesn’t need to be filled by servants heating buckets on a fire. Humans have become clever.
Clever enough to keep me. Chain me. Use me. Hurt me.
I look at the sliver of sky. I look at my captor.
I reach for his spine, but he is quick. He stands up straight, pushes his shoulders back. It makes his skin ripple. It shifts the alignment of his tattoos. Lines are drawn, patterns form and magic is ignited. It throws me back and down onto my ass where I land with a pitiful whimper. The floor is cold and hard.
“Sorry, Little One, but I’m not going to let you kill me,” he says calmly.
I shudder, draw my knees up and hug them. I know when I am defeated, and I have been nothing but defeated for hundreds of years. I merely have a new keeper now. I wrap the robe tighter around myself, sniff it and let the tears fall. He can see my shame, healready has. As have countless humans. Humiliation is my oldest companion. I don’t even remember anything else.
