Lyra's P.O.V
Last night was not real. It couldn't be; how did I end up in this situation... I thought I would have been bought to be bred as an enslaved person. I thought the rumors were true about vampires. They were all wrong...
She brushes my hair methodically as her words ring throughout my skull. "Your job is to sit there and look pretty." I open my eyes to find myself lying on a couch facing a wall of windows, each offering a different view of the city I grew up in.
"You're finally awake, Lyra~"
I sit up and look at her as she smokes. I wonder why or even if vampires can get a nicotine high. "Did we..?" Was the obvious question on my face; she chuckles and puts her cigarette on the coffee table's ashtray before gently caressing my cheek. I can't help but lean into her comforting touch.
"Yes, we did, Lyra. You were perfect last night, so I have ordered you something that will go in my closet that you can pick from. In public, you will wear modest clothes that accentuate your figure. In private, I must ask you to wear what I pick out for you, especially while working. I want to look at your beautiful body now and then." She grimaces as I follow her gaze and gasp, seeing the massive bruise on my hip as well as the scared bite mark.
Oh my god, that bruising is rather hot...
She bends down to gently rub a finger over it, causing me to gasp in pain, gently grabbing her wrist in anticipation.
"I'm sorry, Lyra darling. I didn't mean to bruise you that badly; I was aiming for more of a hickey look. I'll have to be more careful in the future." She sighed and stood. "Come, as much as I love seeing you in nothing. We have business to deal with today so that I will pick out your outfit for you; if you have any questions, ask; you are my equal here."
Eventually, I'm looking at myself in the big bathroom mirror, the sheer lace overcoat barely leaving anything up to the imagination, along with the black crop top and black jean short shorts that show my purple lace panties and bra underneath. I actually like the outfit more than I expected to; it matches my eyes and hair.
"Come out darling, let me see you." I hear her soothing voice speak through the door as a blush cover my face. I nod and dip out of the bathroom. She gasps when she sees me, making my blush span across my face.
"How'd you know my style?" She chuckles and walks over to me, taking my red face into her hands.
"I didn't; I just took a guess based on your thoughts~" This left me confused.
Tilting my head, I look at her. "I have so many questions: Why am I your equal here? I thought all vampires treated humans like livestock; what does it mean to you that I'm your consort? Is there anything you expect from me, and are there any rules I should know before I make a fool of myself?"
She smirks at my eagerness, sending butterflies ablaze in my stomach. "We are a family of vampires that sees humans as their equal. You provide me with companionship and substance, and I provide you safety; there are only three families that treat their humans as live livestock, and it's disgusting to me; you're my partner and lover, and I will treat you with such as long as you are loyal to me and only me. Loyalty means letting no one other than me feed off you and letting no one other than me touch you in any way. The only thing I expect from you is companionship; it won't be easy because I'm challenging to be with. Now, there are a few rules we need to follow in public. Unfortunately, you have to wear a collar outside this room, and you are only to call me mistress. Now, in private, you can call me whatever you want~"
She cups my face and leans in, gently kissing me as I let out a small moan, kissing back. "Asta.. I don't wanna wear a collar..." She pulls me into her arms and whispers in my ear.
"I know, baby girl. " Those words make my insides tingle.
She has a surprising amount of collars for me; she said I could pick any one I wanted, so I chose a cute, small pink one.
I blush when she puts the collar on me, grabbing the matching pink leash as she gently takes my hand instead of the end of the collar. "Lyra, you need to know something."
I nod and listen to her. "Y-yes, Asta..?"
She closes the distance between us as I hear a small voice that isn't my own in the back of my head. Lyra. I can listen to your thoughts and communicate with you through telepathy. I jump slightly as I press my forehead against hers, shaking slowly as I've never experienced this before.
She can hear my thoughts? We don't have to talk verbally? How...
Don't worry; she replies, I won't delve too deep into your thoughts just when you want to talk, reach out with your idea, okay? I nod and press my lips into hers, softly flicking my tongue against hers. She pulls away with a smile, wiping her mouth softly. "Good girl~ Now we can get going; we have a lot of things to do today. We will eat breakfast, and then we will explore the gardens together. After that, we will go to a family meeting, and I will introduce you to my siblings and parents properly. Dinner will be next, and after that, we have to prepare for the next blood moon, which is set to happen in three days."
What are blood moons?
She gasps softly and chews on her bottom lip, looking both embarrassed and sheepish with this next question. "I'm sorry, Lyra, but were you never schooled?"
I shake my head. "N-no, I never went to school. My parents wouldn't let me; they didn't believe in schools run by vampires."
She sighed and nodded, taking up the leash as her voice slowly showed in my head. Well, my love, blood moons are nights when vampires transform, gaining their wings, and bloodlust spikes as they feel the intense urge to feed.
Oh, will that mean you'll be feeding me that night?
She winces, pain flashing in her eyes. I will try not to feed off of you. That night last time, I almost drained one of the enslaved people when I needed to feed. I feel a spark of apprehension as I follow her. She walks out of the room, leash in hand. It was my first time being out in the halls in this ensemble.
I feel like everyone is watching me... Gods, getting used to this is going to take a while.
Comments (0)
See all