Chapter 12: Wine Stain
His words ricocheted through the air and I frowned to the floor, hoping he wouldn't see the contemplation on my face. I tried to find the trickery and malice that could be hidden in his words but I came up blind.
"Stand," he said his voice rough with intent "Kneel beside the furnace."
"Yes, Master" I shuddered when I heard him open a drawer in the cabinet near the exit. I couldn't see what he brought out of the compartment but heard it lay flat when he put it on the counter top.
I raised from my knees and kept my hands to my side with my face down as I made my way to the furnace. Something about the atmosphere distinctly reminded me of a lamb walking freely to its slaughter.
Not knowing where he wanted me to be placed, I knelt down and felt the comforting wool of the carpet against my bruised knees. My bones had become acclimatized and trained to kneel now so often that the fabric brought a small moan from my lips. Placing my palms facing down on my thighs, like I had been instructed to do so ever so often, I waited.
He came beside me and brushed the hair that fell on my back. He walked past me and bent down to light the furnace slowly. I looked up through my lashes and saw he had a bottle of wine in one hand and a piece of rope in the other. Yet, I didn't focus on that - I focused on the flicker of the flame once it began to burn the coal. The light that it transferred into the room, seeing my captors skin turn incendiary and all I could want at that minute is to commit arson.
Before he turned, I lowered my chin slightly and rid myself of my thoughts. For the first time since my capture, Micah dropped to his knees and even though he still towered above me, this had been the first time he met me on the ground.
"Look at me," he said and his voice came out softer than I anticipated. I rose my head and my eyes connected with his tired ones. I saw the dark circles that circled his lower lids, the frown lines that had embedded into flesh. I swallowed and saw his half lidded eyes trail the features of my face. "Tell me your name"
I did not speak. I made not a single movement and saw a small corner of his mouth lift up. The game we were playing was one were no player was equal. You took what you could and you never sought for permission nor acceptance. I had a strong feeling that the game would heighten today.
He placed the wine bottle beside him and took the rope in both his hands. I lowered my head to look at the line in his hands, and he pressed two fingers to my chin and brought my gaze back to him. Understanding passed between us and I didn't take my gaze away from his. Nor did he stop staring at my eyes like they were the halcyon days during the dark ages his mind lived in.
He moved his body closer yet not close enough for contact. I was grateful for the tender mercy of not having to endure the intoxication of his heat as well as the heat from the fire. Seeing it alight behind him made him into a god, a deity, a devil. At that moment, I didn't know the difference between what a monster could bring and what a god could. Both yielded the same power.
Still staring intently at me, he finished twining the rope in his hands. He leant in front of me and reached for my hands. My breath hitched at the proximity we shared. His eyes dancing in front of mine as he picked my hands softly and brought them to my back. I felt the rope dance around my wrists and hands, the sting that came from the harsh body of the the rope. I kept silent, not being able to breathe in rhythm to my heart when his lips were so close.
Looking down at them for a small instant breaking the glare. I saw how they were slightly parted and his white incisors at the corner of his lips manipulated me into thinking he was made to bite things. The silence felt more tense as the heat trickled to my skin, a flush of warmth overtaking my body as I felt the rope tighten and my wrists tied together.
He left the rope on my hands yet his face was still in front of mine. Dangerously close, he rubbed the tip of his nose along mine and I shut my eyes at the first breach of space. Welcomed it, hated it, wanted to get rid of it, wanted to hold it closer.
He moved away and the oxygen returned to my lungs. I moved my fingers and felt my wrists bound together tight enough for no escape, but loose enough for the blood to travel upwards.
"Does this please you, Master?" I asked shakily.
He did not answer at once, instead he brought the bottle of wine in front of him and tore off the sealing cap. Placing his fingers on the cork, he pushed upwards and it flew off with a pop. I gasped at the sound and he took a swig straight from the bottle before swallowing and looking straight at me with wine stained lips.
"Would you like to know, Kitten?," he breathed "Truly like to know?"
I nodded my head and looked at him wondering what he would say next. Yet he didn't say anything. Only raised to his feet and stood in front of me with his fabric clad crotch in front of me. I looked up at him and saw as his breath hitched from the view. I frowned in confusion, "Master?"
The wine bottle still in hand, he raised it to his lips once more. While taking a drink with one hand, he gently cupped the back of my head with the other. Turning my head to the side, he moved my cheek to his crotch. I struggled to catch my breath when I felt the heat of his erection against my cheek. I heard the liquid swish in the bottle and he slowly moved my head against his arousal.
"You please me more than anything else I own, Kitten" his voice spiked with longing. He went to kneel back down in front of me, save for this time his body was nearly flush with mine. I brought my eyes back to look at his and noticed the tense lines of his face had smoothed out and something else took over, something that felt similar to the thrumming of desire that ran through my veins. If it took a form, it would be evil and made up of smoke. Many people thought that fire was deadly, but smoke was far more lethal. Practically transparent, made up of air it's highly flammable. Fire catching wherever it crossed. Enough so that it could suffocate or burn you no matter what route.
My master looked behind me to where my water bowl laid in the far end of the room. It was the only thing there and I knew that it was half full, I had been drinking from it all afternoon. He rose the bottle of wine and spoke to me. "You must be thirsty, kitten."
Immediately my first dinner serving him flashed before my eyes, my punishment and my aching bones. My breath started coming out fast and I looked down at the wine bottle in his hands, finally understanding what his intentions with it were. I had defied him then, spitting the wine back on him. Causing pain and nothing more.
I was smarter now.
"Yes, Master."
It came out as a whisper of consternation. My voice breaking and shaking in those three syllables. He narrowed his eyes and looked at me pleased with my reply. I braced myself by closing my eyes, opening my mouth and offering it up to him so that he could pour the wine from his mouth.
I never felt the tang of bitter grape touch my tongue. Instead I felt the cool liquid pour from above me and hit my face, coming down to trickle on my nose and cheeks and finally the ongoing fountain of wine from the bottle met my mouth and I gasped for breath. The wine kept pouring down on my face and onto my white slip, staining the material and causing it to stick to my body. The smell of the alcohol filled my every sense. Once I felt the the wine stop pouring, I opened my eyes, lashes sticking together and dripping with the liquor. My chest was heaving and I saw the stagnant expression on his face. One that leaked of sexual arousal.
Before I could do anything, he moved his head down to my neck and licked a line of wine from my skin up. I couldn't help the moan depart from my mouth, shocked to hear the erotic way my voice had changed in the moment. One hand came up to grip my neck and lean it away to give his mouth more access. He groaned and I felt him pour more wine from the bottle on my neck. The cool liquid trailing down my breast bone and making its way to my center. Small pools of the red collecting at the dips of my shoulders and collarbones.
"You taste heavenly," He held my neck and kissed the wine from me. Drinking as I did whenever a drop fell from my face to my mouth.
I felt his fingers move to the material on my shoulders and felt them drag the white cloth down and off my shoulder caps. The slip fell and bunched around my waist, my position on the ground stopping it from further baring skin. Micah took his lips off my neck and looked at me. His lips were stained and so were parts of his fingers and cheeks, looking like he just started a feast of my body.
"You look so divine in red, Kitten." his breath was chopped and so rough I wanted to reach out and touch his throat to feel it ring on my fingertips. I saw his eyes touch my breasts and I felt them pebble under his gaze, the small nerves begging to be given relief. Looking at me lazily, he brought his hand up with the bottle and emptied the last of its contents on my closed lips and watched it drop down to the middle of my breasts.
The wool carpet beneath me had become a mess of red and fur, the air stuck to my windpipe and I felt every nerve on my body ignite under his penetrative gaze.
"Ask me to taste you," he breathed as he inched closer. His head lowering so I could feel the hot breath on my nipples. "I want to hear you say it, Kitten."
The bottle dropped from his hand and rolled away to the edge of the furnace. Both his hands reached my neck and I felt the wind escape my lungs when he squeezed enough to rid me of any air. He pushed back and my body arched, presenting my naked chest to him. I gasped against his grip and he loosened his choke enough for me to sip small quantities of air.
"Please," I choked out asking him to stop his hold on me, but relishing in it as well. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt the lack of air make me slightly uncaring of my surroundings. I moaned out loud and wanted to rub the aching flesh of my sex against the carpeted floor but stopped myself.
"Please, what? Kitten?" He seethed from his teeth and his mouth was so close to my breast. A painful need took over me and without thinking twice I all but screamed. "Please, Master. Please taste me. L-Lick me. Please please" My voice was so small if it weren't for the silence and soundlessness of the room, he wouldn't have heard me.
Yet I knew he did, because the next instant I felt his mouth close around my right breast and I pushed against him further. Wanting to moan but not being able to find the breath with the way he was closing and opening my windpipe. His tongue trailed around the wine that had cascaded down and blanketed my skin. Biting down on my hard nipple, I felt his teeth clash against the tender flesh.
He reached for the other breast with his hand and started rubbing around the center with the pad of his thumb. Bringing his digit up to my mouth, he pushed his thumb past my barricade of teeth and I sucked on it. Letting the feeling of his mouth encompass me, and all thoughts of safety and danger fly from my brain. I savored the taste of the wine, him and me.
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