When Will It End?

Chapter 8

Fair warning.. This chapter gets a little.....spicy. 

It has been two hours since Blake left me. I sat on my bed, still in the dress. The shoes I wore were neatly placed by my bed. I heard my door creak as it opened. I turned my attention to it and I saw Blake in my doorway. He slightly stumbled into my room, reeking of alcohol.

"Grandfather wasn't very pleased with your behavior" he said, crossing his arms. I could smell a strong scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Bet he won't give you permission to turn me now" I said under my breath.

"What? Who told you that?" Blake asked.

I stared at Blake not wanting to answer that question. In a blink, Blake appeared next to me on my bed. He slid his hand up my leg and squeezed my thigh, causing me a little pain.

"I didn't even want to turn you anyway" Blake said before giving me a crooked smile. "Couldn't even if I wanted to. I haven't claimed you yet" he trailed off. "It's Jenna that wants you to be one of us so bad."

"Why?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. Now take off your dress." Blake said as he stood up.

My eyes widened at the absurd demand.

Blake rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to have sex with you right now, that dress would hardly be in the way. I want you to change clothes."

"Oh" I said with a blank expression.

I stared at Blake, waiting for him to leave the room so I could change.

Blake stared at me with a smirk. After a few moments, he stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him. I stood up and quickly pulled the dress over my head, revealing my bare chest. I searched my dresser and pulled out a short black silk nightgown. I slipped it on and ran my fingers across the material. The gown fell just below my butt clung to my body nicely. I grabbed my teddy bear and held him to my chest as I got into my bed. I let out a small sigh as I pulled the blanket over my body.

Just as I rested my head against my pillow, a thought crossed my mind. "My makeup" I whined to myself. I dragged myself from my bed and slightly opened the door. Blake was laying across his bed, reading a book. He changed into a pair of pajama pants. I hurried by him, relieved that he didn't interrupt me. I left the room and rushed towards the bathroom. I stood in front of the sink and turned the water on. I placed my hands under the faucet just as the water became warm. I used to water to dampen my makeup. I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it until my hands were soupy enough. I scrubbed my face and quickly rinsed it off. I began to leave the bathroom only to bump into Arthur.

"Caramel" he said with a smirk. "Blake allows you to walk around dressed like this? How careless."

"I.. uh.. I had to clean my face" I replied nervously.

Arthur ran his hand down my gown and rested it on the small of my back. "Has he claimed you yet?" he asked, his attention on my barely covered chest.

"What? No" I answered taking a step back.

"Good. You're too good for him anyway" Arthur said before pressing me against the wall. He stared at me with lust in his eyes and ran his hands over my body.

I stood in shock, too afraid to move. I should probably say something.... "I... have to get back to my room" I said in a shaky voice. "If I'm gone too long, he'll come and look for me."