Call me your Master

Lashing Out

Warning- this chapter does have violence and slight abuse at the end! Also, just for the record i don't plan on making Andy some abusive asshole, but this chapter is necessary for the upcoming parts! Forgive me >.< Please believe this chapter was painful to write. 

Anyways, enjoy! 

Waking up from sleep felt like waking from a year long sleep. My body was stiff and my head spun as I tried to sit up. Everything creaked and cracked, making me groan as I stretched. Absentmindedly I slid my tongue against my bottom lip I remembered Andy bit, but it was healed as if nothing had happened. 

Wait, Andy apologized for something before I fell asleep. 

I tried to remember what he had said but the harder I tried to think the worse my head pounded. He apologized for something but if he had said what it was for I didn't remember. Truthfully if he was apologizing did I even want to know what for? 

Trying to shake off the gnawing feeling in my gut, I slid out from the covers to find Andy's robe laid out near me as if he wanted me to wear it. The soft black fabric slid over my body, and I slid from the room as I tied it together. The house was dark as the sun had set outside but I saw the faint light coming from the dining room. That's right, Andy wanted me to come down and eat once I had woken up. 

I tried not to stare as I came into the dining room, my eyes landing on the vampire sitting at the table. His hair was slicked back neatly, with a button down silk black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans. My eyes met his and I immediately averted my gaze. 

"Good evening kitten." His sultry voice floated to my ears and I found myself quietly sliding into the seat to his right, trying not to look at him. 

"Hello sir." I muttered, finding myself oddly nervous. Why is it my nerves no longer seemed to be caused by what he was, but rather, by who he was? He was someone I suddenly wanted approval from, someone who I found attractive on another level, someone I found myself becoming all too comfortable around. 

"I hope you're not feeling to terrible after what happened earlier." The amusement in his voice  said otherwise. "Marla made some food before I sent her home for the night." He rose from the table, only to come back with two plates of what looked like roast chicken and potatoes. He also set down two glasses of wine to my surprise. "I'm needed at my club tonight and I thought it was only fitting that you come with me this time as my escort."

Although the word escort made me cringe, I still felt my heart race a bit faster. I'd be going out, somewhere I could talk to other people and feel less like a prisoner. I took a drink from my glass as began eating even if my stomach was in knots. Would he try to fuck me while we were at his club? What was I going to wear? Would I run in to someone I knew? As I finished my plate I noticed Andy's has stopped pushing food around his own plate and had his full attention on me. Slowly I lifted my eyes to meet his intent state. He seemed to be wrestling with whatever he was about to say.

"There are some rules for when we go out tonight." He cleared his throat and finished his drink before continuing. "For one, while we are out you are to keep your eyes lowered. Do not stare at anyone and do not under any circumstances leave our sight no matter what anyone says. If I have to leave for awhile to take care of business you will have someone watching you. Just because it's my club doesn't mean other men won't try to sneak away with you fully knowing I'll fucking kill them." I shivered at the threat. "Secondly, you are to wear this while we are out."

He reached under the table through a bag I hadn't noticed was at his feet, and pulled out a jewelry box with a bow on it. The lid popped open and out came what I can only call a collar. It was solid black titanium with a small key hole on the back. The key, I noticed, sat around his neck on a chain.