Their Pet

Chapter 12

Willow

I breathe out a sigh of relief as I reach the last bedroom door. I've been cleaning all morning long and I'm exhausted. I skipped breakfast this morning because I was too afraid to face the "bitter bitches" as Nick called them. Whenever I walked into the cafeteria and didn't see Nick, I bolted out the door before anyone could see me. 

I knock on Luciens door, the last room I have to clean. I wait a few seconds to be safe then walk in. As my eyes take in the room, I conclude that I probably shouldn't have done his last. It's pretty messy. Now I'll have to clean it while I'm tired and starving. Luciens room is depressing. The hardwood floors are stained black, a fluffy dark grey carpet sits under his bed, black silk sheets, black comforter, black walls, black nightstand, black white and grey artwork hangs on the walls, and a dark grey couch. There's no color whatsoever. No wonder he's so miserable all the time.

Before I start cleaning, I pull back the black blinds that block out all the sun so I can actually see. I start by picking up the clothes strewn on the floor and throw them into the laundry basket that sits in his closet. Is it really so hard to put them in there once you take them off? I guess it's not necessary since he has someone to clean up his messes for him, but it would still be nice. I would never leave my room like this if someone else had to clean my room. It's just rude and inconsiderate. Nobody's is worse than Rafaels though, he's a slob. I dread cleaning his room. 

I hum to myself as I gather all the cleaning materials for the bathroom. As I open the door to the bathroom, me and my humming comes to an abrupt stop. My mouth gapes at the sight of Lucien standing at the bathroom mirror, with a towel hanging at his hips. Water droplets drip down the ridges of his abs to his v line. I never thought Lucien would be so built since he always wears baggy clothes, but he's packed with lean muscle. My eyes dart from tattoo to tattoo. A snake is weaved across his two collar bones and the back of his neck, the head of the snake is at the left collar bone and the end of the snakes body is on the right, two skull heads are on his left ab, a dagger handle lays above his belly button and the blade sits below it, a spiderweb on his elbow, grim reaper above his wrist, crescent moon on his forearm, skeleton hand on his forearm, cupids bow on his bicep, the daggers on his hands, a red heart over his heart, a wilting rose on his thigh, two hands are on his shoulder blades one on his right the other on his left, they have their hands out like they're about to touch. 

"Enjoying the view?" Luciens taunting voice snaps me out of my gawking. Oh god. What is wrong with me? Staring at him half naked? I'm such a creep! The blood rushes to my cheeks as I quickly spin around. 

"I-I'm so sorry!" I squeak, my voice comes out high and pitchy. "I'm really, really sorry. That was inappropriate." I clench my eyes shut, wishing more than anything that the floor could swallow me. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. I chant that over and over again in my head.

I jump whenever I feel Luciens hand gripping my elbow, turning me to face him. My eyes trail down his chest on their own accord but I quickly avert them to his face. I have to strain my neck to meet his eyes. I usually would avoid these eyes at all costs but his eyes are safer than his naked, wet chest.

Lucien strokes my elbow, slowly trailing his finger tips further up my arm. My body shivers at the contact. He makes me more and more uneasy the longer he stays silent, observing my face. I can't tell if he's angry. His lips are quirked up a bit, but not in that usual cruel way. He almost looks amused.

"Don't apologize, Willow. I'm going to be your husband, I'm yours to look at as much as you please." Lucien purrs, "You can even touch me if you'd like."

My eyes widen as I repeatedly shake my head no. "N-no thank you." I blurt out.

Lucien frowns mockingly, "Hmm, I think you're lying pet." Before I get a chance to answer, Lucien lifts my arm that he's been stroking and lifts it to his cold chest. My lips part as he drags my fingers against all the hard ridges of his abs. I start to squirm whenever I feel a weird sensation down there. It's tingly and wet. What is happening to me? Did I pee myself? I honestly wouldn't be surprised. I'm terrified right now.

Lucien drops my arm and it falls limply to my side. He smirks at me knowingly. Like he knows something that I don't. "You never answered my question, kitten. Are you enjoying the view?"

"I-I"

"Don't lie to me, pet." Lucien interrupts my incoherent stuttering.

My heart feels like its going to burst out of my chest and I feel like I'm overheating. I'm seriously so hot. My mouth is so dry, I don't think I can form words. "I-I uh, um," I wring my fingers together and take a deep breath in, "I uh, I don't know? It's a nice torso, very toned." I shrug helplessly, feeling like a total idiot. A nice torso? Who says that?

Lucien chuckles, "You don't know? Well pet, the scent of your arousal says differently and the way you're clenching your poor little thighs so tightly."

My mouth opens and closes like a fish. I'm too stunned to speak. I don't think I can even think clearly. I think I might faint from how hot I'm getting. He didn't actually say that, right? I'm sure I look like a tomato right now and that fact just adds to my embarrassment.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed kitten." Lucien mocks pity, "I can always relieve the ache. All you have to do is ask."

I blink up at him. I seriously can't process this interaction. I just want to run to my room, lock the door, and never come out. I'm tired, hungry, humiliated, hot, and apparently aroused. The feeling in between my legs is getting unbearable. "I-I."

"Cat got your tongue?" Lucien tilts his head to the side and tucks a piece of hair that fell out of my ponytail behind my ear. 

"I-I need to clean the bathroom." I finally spit out the sentence, hoping he'll take the hint and leave me alone. 

"Alright, I'm done messing with you." Lucien takes a step back from me and I finally feel like I can breathe. "But go eat something, I'll have someone else clean the bathroom. The staff reported that you weren't at breakfast this morning and I can hear your stomach growling."

As badly as I feel about someone else having to do my work, I need out of here more. So, I quickly spin around.

"And Willow," Lucien calls out, causing me to stop in my tracks, "Skipping meals is not permitted. Next time that happens you will be punished accordingly."

"Yes, Master. Sorry." I murmur before running out of there as fast as possible.