Awaiting Hell

Chapter Four

(Picture of Alana)

I woke up, laying in the large bed, to find something warm wrapped around my waist. I squeeled when I rolled over and came face to face with Blake.

"Morning." He smirked. Oh god. I was in his bedroom.

"Do you have a guest room?" I pushed him off me.

"Yes, but you can't use it." He sat up and I rolled my eyes. I was putting up with him, but it was awful. I would have to think of a way to escape soon.

"I'm bored. Are we ever going to do anything?"

"You've only been here for a day." He frowned.

"Exactly. One whole day of nothing." I stood up. "Can I wear something other than your shirt?"

"I have clothes for you." He opened the door to a walk in closet. There was one side of male clothing, and one of female. All of the female clothes were dark colours, different lengths of dresses, formal and casual. But they all had sort of a modern victorian style to them. They were gorgeous.

wow...I thought, looking over the massive selection of clothing. It was my style too, how interesting.

I spent the day wandering around the house, and meeting the staff, until Blake found me. "We're going out tonight. It's formal."

"Ooh! Where are we going?" I perked up. Too bad I would have to be wherever it was with him. But this might be my chance to escape.

"A meeting. I need to go over some things with some of my...coworkers."

"What was that?" I questioned his pause. I knew that being a Mortimer he was at the top of the chain, so he didn't have coworkers. He just had a lot of people to boss around. I was a little worried about what he meant.

I leaned my head back, and flopped onto the bed. I had only ever seen one other Surname, and they treated their Pet so horribly that I shuddered at the memory. He led her around on a collar and leash, and beat and abused her.

And I had only heard rumors of what dreadful things the Mortimers do to their Pets. Torture, abuse, and god the sex... But for some reason it didn't seem like Blake was going to hurt me. I didn't say I wasn't afraid of him. But the only thing for me to be afraid of is if he got angry and lost control. But he seemed so calm, I didn't think I had anything to worry about.

I picked out a long one shouldered black dress, with a slit that ran all the way up my leg to my hip. It was simple, but pretty. I didn't like simple things, but this one appealed to me for some reason.

"Are you ready to go?" Seth asked, as he took my hand.

"Yes." I pulled my had away, narrowing my eyes at him. He seemed to always be calm.

***

He pulled the car up to a large mansion, that was almost threatening in it's air. It seemed to be never ending. Very old. 

I allowed him to take my hand, and escort me into the mansion. He held my hand by my chest height, an extremely formal gesture. 

"Now behave. There are a lot of people here that you need to impress." He whispered, as we walked down a corridor to a large dining hall.

"But I could impress them so much more by misbehaving..." I hinted, which earned a pleasing growl from him.

We entered the conference room, and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.

"Can I have my own chair?" I whispered, hearing no response.

Murmers echoed across the room, all about Master Blake's Pet.

"Master Blake. Welcome." A tall thin man greeted him. "And who might this be?" He eyed me, as did everyone in the room. I saw multiple other Pets, and Surnames.

"This is my Pet, Alana."

"Wouldn't you agree that it's about time, Master Blake?" The man smirked.

"I would." He moved his hand around my waist, and I hissed, warning him.

A butler came around, and set a glass of champagne in fropntof everyone.

I could get used to this...I thought with a smirk. If I was treated like this all the time sticking around with Blake might not be that bad. I mean, as long as he treated me good, and he's totally hot, I could have some fun.

I sat through the entire meeting, quietly, until it was finally over. It was dark out, and I was finally regaining some energy. Demons loved the night.

Blake drove us home, in his fancy black lamborghini, and pulled me into his bedroom.

"You know you look amazing in that dress." He pressed me against the wall.

"I know."

"Take it off before I do it for you." He growled, releasing me.

I wrapped my fingers in his hair, and pulled his head back, so my lips were just brushing his ear. "Seriph." I whispered, making him angry.

He slammed me back against the wall, and I gasped. He ran his hand up the slit in my dress, in one sudden motion. He ran his lips down my jaw, and I accidentally let a small moan escape my lips. That was too much for him.

He lifted me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. He kissed down my neck, and returned to my lips. He licked my bottom lip, and I teased him by denying him entrance. He forced my lips open with his own, and groped my body. He hit my back against the cold surface behind me again, and I felt the wall crack.

Surnames were known for being rough, but I had no idea it was like this. I gasped for air, as he ran his hands up my dress, sliding it off. I quickly undid his tie, and got his white shirt, and jacket off.

He slammed me onto the bed, and I struggled to get on top of him. I was always dominant, but he won. He was an insane amount stronger than me. He violently shoved me underneath him, almost knocking out my breath. I let him kiss down my stomach and bite my neck and shoulders.

He had only drawn blood in one place, which was suprisingly gentle for a Surname. He slipped his hand just under the hem of my underpants, and I hissed, letting him know he couldn't go there. He let out a sigh of dissappointment  pinned my arms down, and kissed my stomach and sides, sending a shudder through my body.

I had a lot of energy, but he was draining it all out quickly. He seemed to still be full of it though. No way was I going there with a Surname, let alone a Mortimer. Not yet, at least.

I stopped moving completely, and he looked up at me, confused.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling away from my neck.

"I'm done." I said plainly.

"What?"

"I said I'm done. I'm not going there with you. I'm tired." I said again, and he sighed, rolling over.

I pulled the covers up over my shoulders, and tried to fall asleep with my heart still beating wildly, aching for more.