A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

29. Graphic-ish*

Tricia woke up and sighed deeply, the night before was just breathtaking to her. Looking around the room, she noticed a beautiful dark rblue sundress hanging on the post of the bed, and a pare of black flats beside the bed.

She slid from the bed, walking over and pulling the dress on, she spun in front of a body mirror. The dress fit her perfectly. She pulled the flats on, making her way to breakfast.

Although in this case, it was almost 7 in the morning. Vladimir was seated in his usual spot at the end of the long dining table. His fingers tracing the lip of a wine glass, filled with blood probably. He looked so regal but casual. He was shirtless, his muscles toned and tan. Something Tricia never really noticed before. It was as if the sun lightly kissed his skin, he wasn't very dark but a beautiful shade of tan.

She bit her bottom lip, trying to not drool over the man. Then it dawned on her, what was she to him? How did he actually feel about her? And why on earth was she feeling like a slave?

She sat to his left and a maid brought her food. His focus was on the bram stokers Dracula. She found it slightly amusing that he was so engrossed by it.

She picked at her food, hungry but not hungry. She had a lot she wanted to talk with him about, but nervous to bring it up.

"That liar..." Vladimir finally spoke, flipping the page. Tricia looked up at him in surprise. "Not to change subject, but is there a reason or special occasion this dress was picked out?" Tricia asked taking a bite of bread. "I was planning on us going to the school, to retrieve some work for you. Seeing as the tutor can't come until Saturday this week." Tricia nodded and let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" He'd ask, looking over to her.

She stared at her food, thinking about what was going to happen. "I'm not ready to go back, and I don't particularly wish to wear this dress." She'd say, standing and heading for the door. "That dress is beautiful on you, and enhances your eyes beautifully." Tricia's face went red, partly from embarrassment and partly from anger.

She was never one to be told what to wear, minus school uniforms that is. She still remembers hitting Matt for telling her what to do and how to do it. Tricia sighed, "I'm not wearing it." She narrowed her eyes at her food, her eyebrows furrowed. Vladimir tried hard to not chuckle at her. "So don't wear it, I only picked it out cause it is the same blue as your eyes. I'm not exactly the most fashionable guy. That would be victor's department." The chuckle escaped him, producing a glare from Tricia.

In a way, she wouldn't mind him picking her cloths out. But, and there's always a but. She expected more of a fight out of him for the dress. "You mean you really don't mind if I change?" Her anger faded as he smiled to her sweetly. "No my sweet, I'd rather you be comfortable." He smiled as she stood and moved to sit on his lap.

The sundress was a bit over her knees, it hiked up even higher on her legs as she sat on his lap. A bit of torture wouldn't hurt.

Vladimir touched her leg, his hand creeping up her thigh. "My dear, I do love it on you." He paused and kissed her chest. "I'd love it more off of you, though." He purred, she shivered at the chill that went up her spine. His finger touching the edge of her panties.

Damnit how does he do this???! Tricia growled in her mind. She wanted to be the one to torture him, not the other way around. She stopped his hand and pushed it off her thigh, despite every fiber in her screaming at her to let him touch her. No, she wanted to torture him.

He purred against her chest, licking the skin. He'd lick all the way to her ear, nibbling on her lobe. She whimpered at the pleasure, damnit no no no stop it!!!!! She cried in her head, her body betraying her control.