The Temptress

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Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since I updated. There has been a series of unfortunate events and my best friend's mom passed away from a brain aneurysm over the holidays. So sorry but I hope it's not too bad.

IMPORTANT: I've changed the name of the character Lincoln, all I can picture is an old dead guy with a top hat. His name is now Demetrius, Demetri for short. Sorry, it had to be done
Warning: Semi-Spicy Content, Proceed at your own risk.

When the guards came to collect me, Kenna embraced me and whispered "Whatever you do, do not fight your master. He is an angry man, do not provoke him. Do as you are told. It will be alright, Hun."

I accepted her request with a nod of my head as one of the guards shoved me down the hallway in front of me. I have to find a way out, if I can just find a door along the walls somewhere, maybe I could find an exit. But before I could even spot a side door, we had come to the end of the hall. And there was the door I was looking for, but something told me it wasn't going to be a way out. It was huge with patterns carved into the dark stain. The guard took his hand off the center of my back just long enough for me to try my luck by running back down the hall but I had only taken one step when he caught me by the wrist. "Going somewhere?" The guards low voice questioned.

"Let go of me" I hissed and tried to wiggle free. Then the door opened and I was swung into the room behind it. The floors were a soft green fabric under my toes. The room was the shape of a hexagon with a grand fireplace on the opposite side as the door, supplying the only light. On either side of that, the walls were diagonal and hidden behind bookshelves. Where the two diagonal walls connect, a dark leather chair looked more like a throne with clawed legs and a tall back. Instead of pointing to the fire, the chair stared straight ahead at a small circular pedestal made of black marble. It sat only a foot from the floor.

The guards pulled me to the cold marble and set me onto it. There was a loud clank as one of the guards clamped a heavy iron shackle on my ankle and hooked the other end to a metal ring on the side of the stone. The chain was very short, only giving me one step in any direction. I mentally crossed off running from my short list of great ideas, leaving me with fight. That wasn't a good idea either, I don't remember eating since before I was thrown into the cargo crate.
I pulled my ankle away, making the chain strain. There was no way I had the strength to break the iron. I stood uncomfortably on the stone searching for any weapons when a subtle rustle of fabric made my head jerk back to the black chair.
There sat a figure masked by the dark. Light from the flames illuminated the side closest to the hearth like the greedy fingers. Adjusting to the light I could see that the figure was masculine and tall.
"W-who are you? Why am I here?" My shaky voice betrayed me as I called out to the darkness.
"Who are you?" The mass called back curtly.
Annoyed, I crossed my arms, "You did not answer my question."

With that the man was standing over me, even with the podium's efforts to add to my height, my eyes only came to his mouth. The Soft pink lips pressed into an angry line. Exhaling, he blew a huff of warm breath flavored with mint leaves and fine wine. The smell was intoxicating, his smell was so inviting that I was almost leaning in towards him.

"What is your name?' he repeated impatiently with a stern voice. Stumbling away from him, the chain pulled painfully at my ankle, making me wince. I still did not respond to the gorgeous man. When he realized my intentions of staying quiet, he backed away from me a couple steps and snapped his fingers beside his head, summoning the two guards to enclose around me winding their arms back to hit me, realizing their plan my arms came around my face and I shrank away from them. "Evangeline!" I shrieked out in a panic.

The fists stopped and I looked up the man hands spread out in front of the guards, like a shield, his eyes not leaving mine. "Was that really so hard?" I shook my head "your turn." There was an almost audible growl before he spoke again.

"That is enough slave! You will listen to me and speak only when you are spoken to. No exceptions. You will be respectful to me while regarding all of the rules or else there will be consequence. Now," he said "kneel down." I didn't understand but I obeyed, balancing my butt on my heels with the pads of my feet on the cold stone. This made me eye level with his crotch and from under the dark material I could see his bulge pressing against fabric.
Embarrassed, I looked down at my legs. But a rough hand forced my head upwards by holding the bottom of my chin with his thumb, forcing me to look into his icy eyes. They were filled with anger and amusement and something else too. He grinned, a foul curl of one side of his lip. As scared as I was, my breath still bought in my lungs from the look he gave me. Lust. I thought to myself. That's what that something else was, it's lust.
The man's low growl brought me back to my senses "Open your mouth" I did as he said and as soon as I did, his long index finger latched under my tounge while the rest of his fingers grasped my chin, pinching the bottom of my mouth together like a hook in the mouth of a fish. His movement caused me to yelp out a small noise of surprise and pain. This made the man's eyes darken and he rotated my head, looking down at my mouth and down my throat. I couldn't understand what he could've possibly be looking at until his other hand began to fiddle with his belt buckle. That's when I understood and began to tug at the his hand and shake my head free but his other hand came across mine like a whip. I cried out in pain and with my mouth still propped open, the noise was much louder than expected. "That's enough" he growled once more as he started to undo his belt again, I tried pulling my head back once more but he yanked me back. What else can I possibly do! I mentally screamed at myself. I went stiff and closed my eyes, trying hard to hold back the tears but then there was a new noise and I snapped my eyelids open, a few inches in front of me was a man with unbuckled pants, exposing his boxers and behind those was his large erection pressing towards me. But that wasn't the noise I had heard. I glanced back up at his face but he was staring at the door. When I looked over, there was another man that looked very similar to my master. He was beautiful and muscular but his jaw bones were larger and framed his face perfectly.
"Maverick, a word?" He said, his voice holding power and irritation.

"Is it really so important to interrupt me from breaking in my new toy?" His voice, Maverick's voice, held more anger and frustration. I was shocked, a toy, I am no one's toy! But then the words "breaking in" replaced the anger with fear faster than I could fully process my anger.

"Yes, it is urgent, a messenger is in the main hall with important word from a dealer in East Syvern."
Maverick groaned, re-latching the hook of his belt and strode out of the room. But just before he left he turned and said "Maybe another time we can finish breaking you in. Goodbye Purity." Although he spoke to me, I had the feeling his intention was for the other man to hear as well. I sat back on my legs and my hand immediately went to the tendons in my jaw that felt strained, slowly I moved them, trying to decrease the pain. Remembering I was not alone, I looked back at the stranger, he was watching me with intent curiosity and I felt uncomfortable under his eyes.