Call me your Master

Breakdown

When I woke up, I felt every muscle in my legs ache. I groaned and turned over, squinting through my eyes for Andy. He wasn't there. His side of the bed was made and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Andy?"

I sat up, wincing as my body protested, and took a step onto the carpet. I noticed his bathroom door was closed and I could faintly hear the water running. Biting my lip, I slid quietly across the floor and slowly opened the door. My breath caught at the sight of him with his eyes closed, head back, standing under the waterfall faucet in his shower. The steam hit my face turning it redder than i'm sure it already had been. I stared at his body, the muscles contracting as he ran his hands through his hair, and felt my gut clench in wanting. He was so beautiful it was painful.

"Good morning."

I squeaked as he opened his eyes and looked at me, chuckling at my reaction. 

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes sir." I answered, feeling suddenly very awkward having been caught staring so blatantly at him. My feet were firmly planted in the spot they were in, and I was unsure whether to stay or go.

"I'm sure you're sore from last night. Care to join me?"

It was an open invitation and yet something in my body held me back. This was still a vampire, this was still someone who wanted me for nothing more than to fuck. If I stayed that's exactly what would happen.

"I-I'm fine thank you. May I go back to my room?" I stuttered, keeping my eyes on the ground.

He sighed, surveying my expression and submissive body language and shrugging.

"You're not a prisoner in my room, if you want to go back to yours be my guest."

That's all it took for me to shut the door and bolt, naked still, to my room. Once the door shut behind me I slid down it, feeling tears well up and fall over my cheeks. Last night ran through my mind over and over again, making me feel so much more worthless. I was a vampire toy, I had given my last bit of woman hood up to some monster who in a few decades would be rid of me and not even remember my name. And for what? Because he was attractive and I didn't care about my life? No, it hadn't been all that great but it was still a life. Now I was stuck here with the thing that would probably be the death of me.

A knock on my door made me jump, hitting my head against the door.

"I had something come up that couldn't wait, i'll be gone most of the day. If you need anything the housekeepers will be here. You have my number if there's a big emergency. As long as you take someone I don't mind you going In to town but do not go out of their sight." There was a pause, as if he wanted to say something. I could hear him sigh, clearly not able to say it. "I'll leave my card if you decide to go anywhere. Don't wait up for me."

I held my hand over my mouth as I heard his footsteps fade, sobs wracking my body. I missed my friends, I missed my stupid annoying mother and my job. If this is how I felt just being here a week, how could I survive until the deal was done? What if it was never done and this is where I grew old and died? Would he make me his housekeeper when I no longer served to please him the way I did now?

Stop, just stop. I took a deep breath and steadied myself, this kind of thinking would get me nowhere. On unsteady legs, I made my way into the shower, scrubbing away the memories of the night before. Sure enough as I got out and stood in front of the full length mirror, I saw the fingerprints blossoming on my hips and the nail marks he had left. He marked me like I was his property, which I suppose I was. I ran my fingers over them, memories of the last night flashing in front of my eyes.