Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 27

Elise

“Roses?”

I watch as Lauren shrugs her shoulders as she slowly walks into the room, holding the different coloured fresh cut roses in her hands.

I woke up several times last night, every time feeling eyes on me. I would simply just look at Lauren who was still on the floor propped up against the wall next to my cot, which would cause her to smile before moving her gaze somewhere else.

Eventually I got tired of feeling her glare waking me up so I pulled her onto the small cot and turned around and let out an annoyed huff. However I fell asleep easily with Lauren’s arms wrapped around me for the first time in days.

I was still mad at her and still felt the betrayal, but less so when she told me that she apologised and allowed me to leave without even putting up a fight. I didn’t ever expect her to give up as easy as that, I never even considered the ability to concede to be in her nature.

“Thought you would lessen the severity of your punishment?” I asked, smirking at her.

I watched as her throat bobbed and teeth clenched. Probably surprised at my choice of words.

“I didn’t, I just wanted to say thank you for staying.” She says, her voice filled with sincerity. “You didn’t need to and I know I’ve hurt you a lot but I still appreciate that you’re giving me another chance.”

As she placed the flowers next to me on the bed, I schooled my face back to normal so she couldn’t see my facade waning.

“As much as I like the flowers,” I say, inching closer to her ear as she’s still crouched over the bed. “I’m going to like my revenge much better.”

I notice goosebumps rise in her skin as she retreats from me, lust crossing her face as she takes a few steps back.

“Not scared are you?”

“A little,” she whispers.

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“Strip.”

Lauren’s head snaps to me immediately as I shut the bedroom door behind me.

“Strip Lauren,” I ordered again, using the same controlled voice as I had the first time.

She begins to protest softly, but follows my instructions all the same.

“Elise, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Walking closer to her, I bat away her hands from her shirt buttons and undo them myself, followed shortly by the rest of her clothes. I step back and admire her perfect body and leave kisses on her collarbone while keeping my hands firmly on her hips. I trail my kisses higher, nipping softly at her neck before taking her earlobe in between my teeth.

“Get on the bed.”

I push her slightly towards it, but I am met with resistance and she takes both my hands and looks into my eyes. I see a look of doubt and fear sworming in her black pupils.

“I’m scared,” she whispered so softly, I could almost not hear it.

A feeling of warmth spreads through me at her words. She’s telling me how she’s feeling, for the first time ever.

I push her gently to sit down on the mattress and I can see the panic rise in her as I do this, but is soon replaced with shame as I take both her hands in mine.

“What are you scared of?” I asked softly, rubbing circles into the back of her soft burning hands. “Me?”

“No,” she shakes her head immediately. “Me.”

Removing my hands from hers, I place them onto her face, turning it towards me.

“I know, but we both agreed to take it slow and that I would stop the moment you asked me to. I fully intend on keeping it.”

“Ok,” she says horsley. “But I want to know what you’re going to do.”

I give her a small tight lipped smile before taking her hands again.

“I want to massage you,” I say, grazing my hands up her arms.

“Shouldn’t I massage you since I was the one that messed up?” She asked innocently. “Or are you still too scared to have me touch you?”

“I never wanted you not to touch me.” I declared. “I’m tired of you distancing yourself, all I want is for you to trust me.”

A long moment of silence passed between us before she answered.

“It’s not you I don’t trust.”

“I know but we only have a week left of this stupid agreement thing we have going on and if you want me to stay then you have to do a hell of a lot more than what you have already.”

“Such as?”

“Lie your ass down and stop fighting me,” I growl, drawing a laugh out of Lauren who compiled all the same, lying bottoms up on the mattress. “Good.”

I stare at the plain of her bare smooth skin, memorising the curves of her hourglass figure. I gently trail my fingers down from her shoulder, lightly scraping my nail down her spine grooves.

“Do you happen to have massage oil or lotion?”