I wondered how Thomas would fare in front of Alaric. He feared Azrael so much that even his presence set him off, but maybe Alaric would make him so terrified that he would never talk again.
When I turned back, Azrael had stalked silently closer, causing my heart to skip. Without saying a word, he gestured to a door behind me.
I glanced back before finding his eyes again, searching them. They were bright, glowing even. He looked as if he were a part of the shadows he walked in, and everything about it caused my skin to burn, but I had a question to ask.
I sanded my fingers together as I lifted my hands, a bit of worry filling me.“It’s the same,”I signed slowly.“Me being here and me being there.”
His eyes never broke away from mine, but I knew he knew what I had said. He saw everything. “The mind is a devilish thing, isn’t it?” he hummed.
When he didn’t go on, I knew that it was all he was going to say. Yes, it was a devilish thing.
There had to be a difference, I just had to find it.
I headed for the door, my heart picking up. This was it then. He was going to take my purity, making me a true whore.
His whore.
I shivered as I pushed open the door, that pulse of anticipation thrumming between my legs. I could be his whore. I wanted to be the best whore he ever had.
I looked around the room. I must have missed this door coming down the hall because I didn’t remember it at all.
The room was almost entirely stone except for the far wall which was made of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the endless sea of trees.
In the center of the room was some sort of stone altar that sat up on a stone platform. It didn’t look very big, maybe three and a half feet long and two feet wide. Certainly not a bed.
There was a mirror on one wall, and on the other, there was a beautiful large cabinet made of dark colored wood. That cabinet, I knew from visiting previous rooms, held an array of devices for whatever he had planned.
I stepped up to the platform, looking at that stone altar. Laying in the center of it was a curved silk pillow that looked a lot stiffer than any pillow I had ever used.
I heard the door shut behind me, my heart racing, my pussy throbbing, my skin so tight over my body, I felt as if I might explode.
“Take off your clothes,” he told me, his voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed, my body filled with that buzzing electricity, my hands shaking. I couldn’t feel my lungs.“Did you drug me?”I asked before slowly crouching down and undoing my boots.
“If you’re referring to your new sense of feeling and emotion, the answer is no,” he answered, remaining where he was behind me. “They had you on mind-numbing medication for your entire life. It’ll be wearing off for the next few days, although the fact that you’ve already noticed it does make me wonder. Perhaps you were more like me than I previously thought. Our minds on drugs become more feral once they get a taste of true freedom.”
I kicked my boots and socks off before standing and reaching for the tied ribbon at the small of my back. I caught that. He said our.
“You’ll be feeling a constant change for the next week or two, the doctor estimates, but seeing you today after being off it for only five days is promising.”
I pulled the ribbon, undoing the knot, and slowly started loosening the corset, glancing to the mirror to see that he was standing right in front of the door, watching me. How different would I be in two weeks then?
Why was he watching me? Did he like what he saw? I wanted his obsession, and I had gotten it. He was going to take what he wanted, and I was as excited as I was terrified about that.
He angled his head when I finally got the corset fully loosened. “Are you nervous, little sinner?”
I returned my attention back to that altar as I took my hat off and dropped it on my boots. My mind was spinning. I had been naked in front of Thomas since I was 12 years old, and besides him, I had been put in clothes that almost always either hardly covered a thing or were so tight, I may have well been naked.
All that to say that I wasn’t ashamed of how I looked. I wasn’t uncomfortable with it, but he did make me nervous. Everything about this made me nervous.
I pulled my dress up and over my head, dropping it beside me, the chill of the room drifting over my skin, causing my nipples to harden and my skin to flood with goosebumps.
I shivered, pressing my thighs together, my entire body itching with a need I recognized immediately.
I wanted him to touch me.
Ineededhim to touch me. It’s all I had been thinking about since the first time I had orgasmed. His touch. His hands on me. Him being the driving force of what I felt when I found my end using my own fingers.
