The Vampire's Slave

Twenty-Four

Violet P.O.V

I expect to see you at 6 p.m sharp. No later. You already have one strike against you. If I was you, I wouldn't want to make it two. A reminder whenever you are in my presence you will wear what I choose for you. For tonight, wear this.

See you soon

- Alexander

I put down the note I found on my bed and glance at the gorgeous strapless blue silk gown along with a matching thong.

Infuriated, I crumbled up the note.

The nerve of this man.

He's such a control freak.

I had half a mind to storm down the hall and tell him to kiss my ass before I ditched my mission and left.

But I don't.

Even if the red circle has little faith in me, my family choose me as their hunter for a reason.

I won't let them down. I won't let myself down.

I sigh.

I have a bad temper. It's something I've learned to deal with over the years. My attitude has gotten me into my trouble then I count. Having a bad attitude and being a hunter working for the Red Circle, the two combinations don't work.

Who would want to hire someone that constantly gave them sass?

So I quickly learned how to tame my attitude down.

But I'll be damned if Alexander doesn't know how to piss me off.

I narrowed my eyes at the dress.

He is expecting me to obey his commands and wear the dress.

I really wanted to challenge him but I didn't want to anger him more.

Lord only knows how he feels about me kneeing him in the balls. He's probably thinking of sixty shades of messed up ways he could punish me.

Fine.

He wins this time but not because I want him too. I really don't have a choice.

I get into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, I'm dressed and ready to meet the devil himself.

Six o'clock arrives and a guard comes to escort me to where Alexander is waiting for me. He takes me to a large dining room. All the tables were moved except for one that was in the center. It was a table for two.

I glance up and almost gasp. Alexander was sitting down looking as handsome as ever. Heated blue eyes roamed over my body, making me even more aware of my appearance.

My hair was still damp. Water droplets fell from the tips, leaving wet spots of the blue gown. A breeze sweep through the room. My nipples tightened, straining against the fabric like two points.

Great. Just great.

His lust-filled eyes lingered a moment longer, making me feel like I need to shower all over again.

The guard leaves the room and closes the door, leaving me alone with Alexander.

I step beside my chair. Before I pull it away, Alexander gets up from his seat and walks over.

For a moment, I forget who he is.

Maybe he will be a gentleman and pull out my chair for me?

Then I see the dark look in his eyes and all thoughts of chivalry vanishes.

This man was no saint. There's nothing gentlemanly about him.
Rough and hard is more correct words to describe him.

I waited for his next move.

I still when he steps behind me. Suddenly, he fists my hair pulling my head back roughly.

" Someone has been a very naughty girl and do you know what happens to bad girls?" He breathes harshly into my ear.

I stare up into his eyes.

" No," I say.

" They get ruined," he says letting go of his hold on me and used his body to force me to bend over the table.

I squirm. " What do you think you are doing?"

" Showing you what happens when you disrespect me." He pulls up the bottom of my dress, exposing my butt and thong. " You're going to get ten strikes for kneeing me in the balls. I should make it more but since this is your first punishment I'll go easy on you."

Realization dawned on me. He's going to spank me now over the dining room table.

I squirm underneath him. " Get off of me."

" Moving against me is going to get you nowhere. We both know who's stronger," he says.

He's right. I'm no match for his vampire strength. Alexander has the upper hand and he knows it.

I stopped moving. I looked back over my shoulder and meet his eyes. I narrowed mine. If only looks could kill.

He smiled a deep-rooted satisfied grin. " I'm going to enjoy the fuck out this. You're going to get ten strikes. Count them out loud and say Sir after each strike. Do you understand?"

" Fuck you," I spat.

Alexander's eyes blazed. " The fuck did you just say? I'll pretend like I didn't hear that."

I narrowed my eyes seething with rage before I turned around.

" I want your palms on the table. Yes, just like that. Arch your back. Ass up. I want your ass tilted in the air," he instructed.

I felt mortified. I hated that feeling. It only made me even angrier.

I swallow my pride and followed his commands.

I drop my head. My hair falls over my shoulders leaving my back exposed. I position myself as he instructed. Giving him the perfect glimpse of my ass that's currently lifted upward.

I waited for the first blow. Seconds ticked by until his palm comes down hard on my right cheek.

I lunged forward at the unexpected strike.

God, that stung.

" Count it and say Sir afterward."

" One sir."

" Good girl," he says pleased.

He strikes me again but this time I was ready and barely moved.

" Two sir."

He struck me again and again. Each hit intensified the last. By the ninth strike, my cheeks were burning and stinging.

" Ten, sir," I say after the final blow. I was proud of myself. I survived my first punishment. However, I'll definitely have a reddened ass with hands print on them. Alexander made sure of that.

He admired his handy work. " Beautiful."

Bastard.

I didn't allow him to look for long.

I stand upright and fixed my dress. I held my head high, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me lose what little dignity I had left. I pull out my chair and take my seat at the table with grace, pretending as though I didn't get ten painful slaps on my ass.

Alexander takes his seat in front of me, looking shocked. And disappointed?

My reaction was definitely not what he expected.

I smirked. " What's for dinner?"