Chapter 10 : Back To Being The Esclave...

Rosella…

Have you ever felt like you're dying inside, painstakingly slow… piece by fucking piece?

Well, I've been feeling like that since last night, when Adrian ignored me like a pro and left me all alone to cry the night away underneath the weight of his painful, stabbing words.

I don't remember falling asleep. But I do remember waking up this morning with swollen eyes, a puffy face, recently broken heart and one hell of a headache.

Later when I arrived fashionably late for breakfast with nothing but a baggy t-shirt on while scratching my pounding head, all three men had spit their coffee back in their mugs, double taking on my pathetic condition.

But I couldn't give two negative fucks. My bleary eyes were already riveted on Adrian, too busy ogling him in his new three piece graphite suit. He looked swoonworthy. I gawked blatantly but he just gave me an indifferent once over and dismissed me with a perceptible shift of his body. I teared up inside.

When I moved forward in his direction, gravitated by his magnetic pull, he pushed off of the stool and said something to Bert and Lucas in a hushed tone, to which they both nodded solemnly. Then he strode right past me, giving me a whiff of his masculine scent.

He was definitely trying to kill me.

I had followed him out like a lost puppy but he kept going without another glance back. But I didn't follow him upstairs. I got distracted by a better plan; banging my head against the wall. Stupid, stupid, girl.

I don't know how he did that, but after a moment, Bert appeared on my side and put a hand against my forehead to stop me from cracking my skull on the cemented wall. He led me back to my room and told me to take a shower. I didn't have enough energy left to protest so early in the morning so I took a long cold shower and ate whatever he placed in front of me.

I'm still in my new room. It has stark white walls, a wide window that faces the backyard. A queen sized bed and a nightstand with an electric lamp sitting on top of it. The room is capacious and I'm using it alright; pacing the entire perimeter to calm down my jittery nerves.

I've also noticed a pattern here. Every room that I've been inside, the beds are always placed in the middle. The position of other furniture changes but the bed has to be in the center.

That's kind of weird if you'd ask me. Maybe it has something to do with Adrian's strange and clinical taste in everything.

At his mention, my heart bucks against my chest and I fall back on my bed with a shaking breath. God, the mere mention of my captor feels like torture.

A knock sounds on my door, distracting me from my fraughtful thoughts. I glance up and find Bert poking his head inside, an uncertain smile on his face.

“I'm done. If you're here to tell me to do something else then I'll smash this lamp on your head.” I threaten him without any heat in my tone, waving my hands towards the wired lamp. But my voice is cold enough to carry the message.

“Woah, no need for violence. Do you think you won't be tempted to strangle me if I told you I have some good news?” He asks, opening the door a little wider to lean his shoulder against the door frame.

He doesn't come in and I raise my eyebrows. “Depends on the news and define "good", first. Because lately, I've been met with a lot of good things that have proven to be horrendous actually.”

A grin splits his lips, showing off crooked white teeth. “Rain is leaving tonight for some business and he won't be back till Monday afternoon.”

That's good news? I frown in disapproval as my thoughts stray further down the dark road.

My fingers clutch the edge of the bed, my mind racing to figure out this sudden change in his plans.

Is he running away from me again? But Bert said it was for business… Business? What kind? Something like the club work, where I found him with that blonde stripper and then that lunatic who pointed a gun at me… Just what kind of business is he involved in? Does it have to do something with that phone call from that guy, what was his name… Max? No. Mason? Yes, Mason. Right.

I need some answers before he leaves though. And I realize a moment later when I glance at the ticking hands of the clock that I may never find them if I don't hurry.

I get to my feet at once and ask in an urgent voice, “where is your brother?”

“He's in his office, of course. Why do you…? Wait, don't tell me you're going to see him.”

He jumps in front of the threshold when I try to slip past him. “Move, Bert. I have to talk to him before he flees again.”

“No. The last time you were alone with him, you hadn't stopped crying. I promised you I won't let it happen again. Don't push me to lock you in here, please.” He pleads in a soft tone but I'm not having it.

I need to find him and demand for my answers.

I let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, fine. I won't go after him.” I say begrudgingly and he relaxes slightly. Then I glance over his shoulder and widen my eyes, exclaiming, “Oh, hey, Lucas! What are you doing here?”

Bert moves to turn around and I take advantage of his momentary distraction. A second is all I need. Gritting my teeth, I tackle him with my shoulder and we both land on the hard floor with me on top.

Caught off guard, Bert blinks in surprise. Without wasting any time, I quickly scramble up to my hands and knees then stumble up to my feet, gaining speed with each step.

“Wait!” Bert cries out loud.

I ignore him.

Breathing hard, I sprint down the long corridor like a freaking freight train. My heart pumps faster with the adrenaline rush. I force my limbs to move quickly. Just as I reach the stairs from behind, grab the railing to anchor myself and come around to the first step, Lucas appears from the foyer.

Our eyes meet for a split second and shock and surprise flash across his face. He drops his phone.

“Get her!” Bert's frantic voice booms from the corridor and spurs both Lucas and me into action.

Tensing, Lucas charges in my direction and I panic, whipping around to take two steps at a time as I fly up the flight of stairs at my top speed. A quick glance over my shoulder tells me that both the guys still have some catching up to do. Sweet!

I pick up my pace, breathing hard as I reach the third floor and dash towards the east wing, where Adrian's gym and office lie. Without any warning, I barge in the door, totally not expecting it to be unlocked and land with a painful drop on my hands and knees, directly in front of my master himself.

Lucas and Bert tumble in after me.

“Goddammit! Remind me never to trust a girl again.” Bert mutters breathlessly then collapses against something.

Trying to catch my own breath, slowly, my gaze travels up his body. My heart thunders inside my chest as my eyes ascend from his polished shoes to follow up his long trouser clad legs, tracing his tight abdomen and broad chest hidden underneath the sexy suit, upto his chiseled face and halt at his cobt blue eyes, that are glaring down at me, sparking with rage and lust.

His jaw sets as long fingers wrap around my left arm and wrench me upright. My skin tingles and warms where he touches. I swallow hard.

He glares at me for a beat longer, the cords in his muscled neck working, then jerks me aside.

“I gave you both one task and you failed me, yet again.” He pinches the bridge of his nose as I see a bone ticking in his jaw. “Get out. You both aren't needed anymore.”

They both share a weird look then move to exit. Bert meets my eyes and something meaningful flashes in his translucent eyes. Before I can comprehend it, he shakes his head and disappears through the door, closing it behind him.

Now it's just me and my master.

My heart beat kicks into fourth gear.

I have to remind myself several times that this is what I want before I turn to face him. My brows pull down when I don't find him beside me. Whirling around, I search with frantic eyes and find him perched behind his desk. A look of deep concentration is etched on his face as he scans the stacks of paper scattered on top of the desk.

My mind wanders back to what he said to Bert and Lucas just a moment ago and I can't help myself but ask him about it, because deep down I know that it had something to do with me.

“What task did you give them?” I question him, not sure if he will answer.

“Keep you away from my office.” He answers with such aloofness that my palm itches to slap him.

He still doesn't want me, but he isn't ignoring me now, not like before.

Progress. I tell myself and try to calm down. Baby steps.

“Are you still mad at me for last night? Is that why you have been ignoring me?” I ask and pace around the desk. He tenses when he realises I'm heading in his direction.

Something about his hard and cold demeanor irks me. I switch directions, moving to stand in front of the glass wall. Fold my arms over my chest to hide my trembling hands.

I don't know why I'm so nervous… is it because I know that I've pushed him too far away? I bite my lip and feel my eyes burn. The pain I feel right now, I've been feeling since last night, is different from any other form of pain I've ever felt.

It twists my already broken heart, evoking turmoil in my gut until I'm hunching over with agonising fear.

I wait for his reply for a long time. But I don't get any.

Well, I'm not leaving without sorting this out today. I don't even know where I'd go. I need to know if he can forgive me and take me back if I apologize. If he can't, then I'm leaving. I'll go to hell but never stay here. I don't think I'd be able to tolerate being ignored by him all the time. That would be just too much.

⭐

Adrian…

It does crazy things to me, seeing her like this. Standing stiffly in front of the transparent glass walls, looking so lost and vulnerable… defeated.

I can't believe I did this to her… I broke her.

After a long night of watching her falling apart on that bed, her half naked body tangled up in those sheets, I realized that I made the wrong decision. I was supposed to make her understand her mistakes, punish her for that, show her how to find comfort in pain and fear with me.

But I did the opposite.

I left her alone. I made her feel alone.

I'm a dominant and I should've known better than putting a submissive through all that. But then again, there's this thing; she's not a submissive. Hell, she's not even a woman.

She's just a teenager, crossing into adulthood. I feel disgusted by myself for trying to drag her down to my level. She's just a common girl. She'd never even kissed anybody before me.

I know I can still make up for my mistake by setting her free, let her choose for herself. That would be the right thing to do and I know I'm going to do that sooner or later… And yet, here I am, standing right behind her, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

She might be just a clueless brat but there's something addicting about her. She also has a deep insight and tremendous amount of courage. Though she doesn't know who she should stand up against. And her defiance… fuck, it's like she knows I have a fetish for straightening out bad, disobedient girls.

The mere sight of her is enough to make me steel hard and hot for her, thirst for her. She makes me crave such dark forbidden things that it astounds me, as much as it pisses me the fuck off.

I should be focusing on the issues at hand now. My jet will be ready to go in less than 5 hours. I have to go and put this problem to end for once and for all. Then when I'll return, I have to send Bert away to our safe place in the heart of the city before the club gathering. I still have to think about what I'm going to do with my Esclave.

But God knows how much I want to indulge in my fantasies with her instead of leaving her all alone to cry herself to sleep. I want her to tell me all about herself. The things I accused her of wanting last night, I want all that too. I want in her head.

I want to own and possess her entire existence; her muses, her fantasies, her dreams, her body and all of her. I want to consume her.

And it scares me. That's why I never dared to get too close to her. I've come near to losing all of my control too many times to risk it again. Only last week, I was a breath away from killing her.

My obsession with her… I don't like it… but in a fucked up way, I think I do like it. Like it way more than I should.

Want, need, and desire… These are the things that I've never felt before, ever. No woman has ever made me go mad with lust like her.

My Esclave shifts in front of me, capturing and holding my attention. I come out of my thoughts just as she turns around and lets out a soft gasp at my close proximity to her enticing body.

Fucking hell, even the smallest of her sounds makes my cock jerk inside my trousers. I grimace, as the front of my trousers becomes tighter, the teeth of my zip digging in through the thin material of my boxers.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Her whispered question stuns me and the tidal wave of emotions rising and falling in her eyes, completely bewilders me.

If she would have mistaken my grimace for anger, I'd have understood her question. But hate? She's not that stupid.

“What made you think about hate? My ignorance or my earlier expression?” I ask, standing still, trying to get a read on the direction of her thoughts. But she's switching gears way too quickly for me to catch up.

“Your desires.” Her dark eyes brim with tears, chin quivering. “You said you wanted my blood when you had your hand around my neck. When I arrived in the living room at your command, you'd glared at me like you wanted me to drop dead. This is why I thought of hate. If you didn't hate me, you would never want to hurt me or draw my blood. Isn't it true?”

Christ! This girl has it all wrong and I didn't even know. That's why she had panicked last night. Holy fuck! I can't imagine how hard it must have been on her, to go along with me while knowing I'm a mortal threat.

My hands shoot up to cup her cheeks. Tension leaves my shoulders and I wipe her tears away with my thumb as she melts in my touch. Blood surges down to my groin at her softness. I want to kiss her so hard… and just as much, I want to put her across my thighs, for thinking I'd hurt in that way.

“You naive, stupid girl. You think I want you dead because I hate you? You can't be more wrong.” I lean my forehead against hers. She sniffles lightly and covers my hands on her cheeks with her own small, delicate hands.

“Then why did you say that you want to see scars and welts on my body? Why do you want to make me bleed? Hurt me?” Her broken voice squeezes my cold heart and I find myself sighing heavily, feeling a deep stab of guilt twisting in my gut.

“It's not like that, Esclave. When I said all that, I hadn't realized I sounded like a psychotic sadist. I don't hate you, nor do I want you dead. How will I survive if I cut off my oxygen, huh? It's the exact opposite… I — I want you so much, I can't risk getting too close to you. I want you to stay with me forever… and that's why it makes me angry. Not hate. You're rapidly becoming my obsession… a weakness, and I can't afford to be vulnerable now. I just can't.”

“You're scared of intimacy… connection?” She whispers in a quiet voice, so quiet I'd have missed if I wasn't standing close to her.

My lips turn up in a wry smile. If only this was that simple.

“Not intimacy, Esclave. I'm scared of you. You're so unpredictable and wild, yet so timid and profound. Your dark beauty bewitches me and your deep insight enthralls my mind. One part of me wants to tear down your clothes and fuck you raw against this wall, while the other part wants to disrobe you slowly, explore your flawless skin and worship you like the Goddess you are. You see my dilemma now, Pearl. I'm fucked for life.”

“Adrian…” She gasps, sobbing earnestly.

The sound of her needy moans brings me right on the edge. Her breathing changes to shallow, her pink plump lips part.

When she meets my gaze, I know I'm fucked.

“What do you want, Pearl?” I ask hoarsely, my voice thick with brewing lust. My left hand slips down to wrap around her slender throat and the other slides in hair to snap her head back.

Burying my nose in the crook of her neck, I breath in her mouth-watering scent. My tongue darts out to lick a wet trail up to her earlobe. She moans wantonly when I bite the soft flesh and suck on it, my hips jerking forward on their own accord. I rub my hard on against her belly and she presses right back, with equal eagerness.

Leaning back, I tighten both my holds, on her hair and around her neck. She gasps, her pupils dilate with unbidden desire.

I bring my mouth a thread away from her lips and rasp gruffly, “I'll give you anything you want from me. Don't you dare to hold back. I want to hear it. Say you want me and I'll fuck you like you deserve it. Hard and fast. Deep and slow. You want my cock inside your pussy, don't you?”

I know I'm putting words in her mouth but I'm past the point of caring now. And if she doesn't give me an answer within the next three seconds, I'm going to fuck her my way… just like I've told her.

But she is going to get fucked, nice and thorough.

“Say yes!” I growl and she whimpers.

My lust winds higher. “Say it!”

“Yes!” She cries out loud, without any restraints. “Fuck me, Adrian. Fuck me like I deserve it.”

Darkness takes over my senses as her submission smothers my lust, desire and want, awakening my sinful cravings. A layer of soul deep satisfaction veneers my chaotic thoughts and my focus zeros in on the dark beauty pressing into me.

“Good girl.” I whisper in a coarse, quiet tone.

She shudders to please me even more, her dark chocolate brown eyes drown me in their sweet, savory depths as I finish in a low husky voice, “I'm going to show you what it's like to be mine. You'll be begging me to make you scream louder and louder, take you where no one else can within seconds.”

She mewls like a cat in heat and the last ounce of my control snaps. I smash my lips against her mouth.