Free SovereignsChoice by Evangeline Anderson Page B

between my legs. “Do as you’re told, darling,” he says softly.
His deep voice is almost a caress but there is steel behind the velvet in his
tone.
    “Yes Master,” I say through gritted teeth.
Part of me hates the humiliation of what he’s demanding I do. But there is
another part—a part so deeply buried I never would have found it without Aiden.
That naughty little part of my psyche loves the feeling of hot helplessness, of
giving control of my body over to someone else. Someone bigger and stronger who
can do anything he wants to me. I try to push that part away—it’s sick and
wrong to be turned on by this treatment, isn’t it? I am no longer sure. All I know
is that my Master is watching me, waiting for me to obey. Every second I delay
I am risking more punishment.
    Taking a deep breath, I spread my legs for
him. Biting my lip, I reach down and part my pussy lips with my fingers,
holding myself open so that he can inspect my wet pink interior.
    “Lovely,” Aiden murmurs, cupping my open
pussy. I can’t quite stifle a moan as his warm palm comes into contact with my
slippery inner cunt. I can feel the heel of his hand rubbing my throbbing clit
even as two thick fingers sink deep inside my pussy. He looks up at me. “And
not just lovely—very wet and hot. You do like this, Emma. Even if you
don’t want to admit it to yourself.”
    “I-I…” It’s impossible to answer when he’s
pumping slowly into my pussy with those long, thick fingers. Goddess, I haven’t
even had breakfast yet and he’s about to give me an orgasm.
    “Wet and hot but so tight,”Aiden
says, still pumping. Goddess, I’m so close. If he would just rub my clit a
little harder…a little faster… “We’ll have to do something about that after
breakfast,” he continues. Then, abruptly, he withdraws his hand.
    I’m left standing there alone, bereft,
unfulfilled. I make a little sound of protest but Aiden seems unconcerned.
    “You may sit now, Emma,” he says,
indicating a plush dining room chair adjacent to his. “Breakfast will be served
at once.” He picks up a small crystal bell I hadn’t noticed earlier and rings
it sharply.
    To my surprise and embarrassment, a door on
the far side of the room opens and an elderly human man with thinning white
hair and watery blue eyes shuffles in carrying a tray. Oh my Goddess, has he
been watching? Has he seen everything that Aiden was doing to me? Quickly I try
to cover myself with the crimson shirt but Aiden stops me.
    “No,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t
worry, Emma. Barnes won’t look at you.” Barnes, presumably, being the old man.
    “But…” I have never felt so naked. I’m
still itching to cover up, even though the servant’s gaze is pointed discreetly
away from me.
    “It’s my wish that you remain bare,” Aiden
growls softly, his eyes flashing. It’s clear he’s not going to bend on this.
    Reluctantly I stop fiddling with the
crimson shirt and let it hang open by my sides. My clamped nipples throb fiercely
and my pussy feels incredibly wet and naked. My cheeks are so hot I feel as if
my face is on fire. Yet I sit there quietly on display while the elderly
servant serves out scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes.
    He puts a steaming plate in front of me and
I pick up my fork and start eating, not sure what else to do. I’m sure the food
is delicious but I can’t taste a thing. All I can feel is how embarrassed I am.
How I wish I could sink right through the floor and never return.
    Finally, after pouring me a hot cup of what
smells like Earl Grey tea, the old servant leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief
and feel myself relaxing. It’s entirely possible that he’s watching us from the
next room but as long as I can’t see him doing it, I feel better.
    Across from me, Aiden is enjoying a hearty
breakfast, which is, to put it mildly, impossible. Vampires subsist completely
on blood. Anything else becomes completely indigestible to them when they