Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 4

Lauren

I can’t believe she didn’t beg for release. She’s tougher than I thought. I was sure she was going to scream for relief within a minute of me bringing her endorphin levels up, which is what I’m expecting she will be doing when I come back in a few hours.

For her to be screaming, retching and begging. The thought drives me mad, if only I could stay and continue my torture. In a way I still am with my venom coursing through her veins, but it’s not the same, not when I can’t feel the strings of pleasure I am plucking with my own fingers.

“Miss Davids.”

I roll my eyes, annoyed at the person who has called me into the office on a weekend when I specifically said no interruptions.

“What is it?” I bark as I turn to him.

The fear that I’ve always been able to instill in people appears on his face.

“I-I’m” he stutters, causing me to roll my eyes once more. “The deal was rejected.”

“What?” I nearly screamed.

The middle aged man crumpled into himself, trying to make himself as small as possible.

“Mr Turner refused to sign. He said he would never sign over his company shares to a monster.”

If it was a monster he wanted me to be then a monster I will become if he refuses me again.

“Schedule a meeting with him for tomorrow, I don’t care what time, but make sure he is present.”

I felt my body wanting to transform, to release my disguise and show my true self, my cursed self.

I stormed from the room, not allowing my assistant to see the strain I was in and the amount of pain that caused me to refuse my change. Normally it wasn’t too difficult for me to keep up my human form, but anger always seemed to break through the control I had.

The last time I had lost control, I had to kill all the witnesses and as psychopathic as I am, having the inability to feel guilt, I just can’t be bothered going through the effort of tracking down every onlooker and killing them again.

By the time I arrived at my Porsche my anger had somewhat smoldered away, but not completely.

I drove home speedily, faster than the speed limit that I didn’t even remotely care about. When I walked through the door, my maid Stephany came to me and asked if she could be of any assistance, but I was in no mood to be polite or really acknowledge anyones existence, so I threw my outer coat in her direction and stormed past her.

My staff knew not to bother me in such a time, and they certainly knew not to tell anyone what they saw, especially of my true form.

I practically flew down the long hallways to my room. I was anticipating an answer and I couldn’t handle one more thing going wrong for me right now, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.

I pushed open the door with more force than I intended because they swing open and hit their mounted walls.

Whimpering draws my attention to the poor defenseless creatures on the bed.

As I approach her, as an animal approaching their prey her head turns to me

“Please,” she cries, tears escaping the corners of her vibrant hazel eyes. “Make it st-stop.”

I pause watching her squirm for a little longer. Did I just hear her right? She wants me to stop this but she doesn’t want to release?

“Make it stop? Are you not enjoying this?”

She shakes her head, causing more tears to roll down the sides of her cheeks.

This girl has been denied a release from her agonising pleasure for hours. She should be begging not crying.

Maybe I have misjudged this girl and causing her with this amount of strain was the wrong move to begin with.

“Please,” she screams, clawing at the blankets like they were her life.