Free Broken Halo by Zoey Marcel

you will be flogged
senseless and the other will be fucked in the ass without lubricant,” Jude
said. His eyes were cruel and demeaning as he looked at them.
           “Yes,
master,” they said in a united monotone. “Thank you for allowing us to serve
you.”
           “It
is a privilege to do so, isn't it?” He sneered.
           “Yes,
master, the highest honor.”
           Sonya
burned with anger at the way he treated them. They looked so young and
innocent. So broken and tormented. She wanted to kill Jude and send him to hell
where he belonged.
           She
sucked in a breath of air when she felt a cold slab of butter being wiped onto
her nipple by Nimbus' butter knife. He split his biscuit with an unmoved
nonchalance as though eating his supper off of a nude woman was as commonplace
as breathing. He swiped the knife in the butter; eyes flickering with bawdiness
when the dull knife scraped her nipple, making her flinch and the nub tighten
into a prominent peak from the sudden aggressive stimulation there.
           “Acquired
new slaves, have you, Jude?” Nimbus held her eyes as he licked the top of his
biscuit as though it was the tit his knife just meddled with.
           Her
breast tingled with electric need over the dirty parallel, mouth salivating for
the bread in his hands.
           “As
though you didn't know. They were a mild-mannered pair, so breaking them was
quite easy. I have only had them two days and already I'm turning the prudes
into my own little prostitutes. They are good slaves, but still shy when
copulating. I won't be able to share them until I break them of that,” Jude
said.
           Sonya
fought to be still when he set his biscuit atop her pubic curls. She wanted to
seriously hurt him for messing those sweet ladies up so badly. He only had them
two days and they obeyed his command as though it was sacred. They were bald,
their skin engraved upon and branded. They each had the mark of a dragon on
their left shoulder blade – the side closest to their heart. She shuddered,
certain that the location of the scar was no accident. The dragons were a
glaring red, their features disturbingly satanic.
           Nimbus
turned his attention to the warm chicken on her belly. Either it was cooling,
or it had burned the skin on her tummy enough for her to tolerate the
uncomfortable temperature. He took his knife and fork, cut the chicken a piece
at a time slowly and then forked it into his mouth.
           Sonya
stiffened, eyes widening in panic. She felt the utensils graze her flesh
lightly, not cutting her, but they could. What if his ruthless nature suddenly
surfaced and he wanted to see her bleed? Or what if he simply sliced her by
accident?
           “I
may be dishonest, but I will never hurt you unless you give me a reason to,” he
told her while he ate. “I expect you to trust me even when you know I have the
power to harm you very badly. Don't give me a reason to bring your worst fears
to life and we won't have a problem. Understood?”
           “Yes,
master. I mean Nimbus.” What the hell was she doing? God was her master, not
this devil. She hadn't meant to address him with such unmerited deference, but
hearing those slaves call Jude by the formal title must have been lingering in
her subconscious to the point that she slipped and called Nimbus by it.
           His
grin was pure evil and there was a dark edge to his gaze that sent a chill of
vulnerability up her spine. “Master will do just fine.”
           Her
spirit fell in worry that he would treat her as disgracefully as Jude treated
those slave girls of his. What would he do to her - besides the unspoken
obvious?
           Something
wet and pungent splattered onto her forehead and trickled down into her hair
tickling the skin in its wake.
           “Oh,
damn. I do believe I have spilled my sherry,” Jude complained, though he
sounded thrilled to