Sawyer
I stood in a shadowed corner of the bathroom as I waited for Aliana to come in. I watched her walk across the room. She was a rare beauty. She was still at the cusp of innocence. Too young for what our Master had introduced her to. She still clung to her girlhood despite the sinful curves that brought her into womanhood. However, there was an inner strength and cleverness to her that made her seem much older than her tender years.
I was certain she would see me standing here. I've had the gift of fading into the background since I was a young boy. I guess it stemmed from being the middle child in a large and fucked up family where if you were seen it usually led to something unpleasant.
She entered the room and removed her nightgown and clunky boots. I've seen a lot of naked bodies, but hers was a thing of beauty. She was long and lithe and perfectly proportioned. From the curve of her hips to her perky breasts that weren't too large or too small to that tiny waist. Her round bottom was firm and made an inverted heart shape with the dimples on her back as she bent into the tub. I had sketched her body almost daily now. Ever since the first day I saw her, I knew she was special...different. I stepped out of the shadows.
"Hi Sawyer," she said, without turning. I smiled, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing. She'd seen me. She had that gift. She was observant as hell. She always saw me. Even when others didn't. "Aliana. I've left towels and a robe for you on the bench here. Is there anything else you need?"
"Thank you, Sawyer. Do you know if we are leaving after my bath?" She tried to keep her voice neutral but I heard the tightness in it. On some level she must know that our Master was not happy with the way things have gone here.
He had hoped to continue his efforts to woo Aliana. This trip was supposed to make him look like the benevolent hero. Her new knight in shining armor. However, with Aliana now upset about Liam's death...again...he will be anxious to take her as far away from here as possible. "We'll be returning to Master's estate this afternoon. We won't leave until tomorrow. I heard Master promise to stop by in the morning with you to say goodbye. I'm not certain if this is still his plan."
She nodded. "Right." She dipped the sponge in the bath and scrubbed her legs. "Has he fed yet?" I smirked. She was such a naughty little pet. If nothing else pets were supposed to be their Masters' personal blood bag. "He took my wrist this morning. He may still want to feed from you to strengthen your bond to him." I hated saying that to her, but it would be worse to give her false hope that he wouldn't feed from her. It was likely he would.
"Thank you, Sawyer." I nodded and responded, "Is there anything else?" She shook her head and I stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as I did I ran into the maid I had spent the night with.
Abigail was a little older than me. She had avoided the Selection and had been employed here for a few months, helping to replace the hole Aliana left behind. She had pretty red hair, a wide, strong jaw and pale blue eyes. Her skin was pale and scattered with freckles. I loved those freckles. Most pets didn't have them. They were seen as a blemish by the Vampires . I loved them. She wasn't the refined beauty that Aliana was, but she wasn't unattractive either. She had a lean boyish build. Strong. Fuckable. Vampires like their women feminine and curvy, like Aliana. Abby could easily disguise herself as a lad and get away with it but there was no mistaking she was a woman in bed.
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The Last Vampire Hunter
Фэнтези"Aliana, our Master owns you. All of you. He can take what is his when he wants. It is your duty as his pet to please him." I looked at Silver. Terror evident in my eyes. "Try not to panic, Aliana. This will be your first time. It will hurt...