Free Vampire Enslavement (Lords of Bondage) by Corinne [vampire] Balfour Page A

days.” Seamus’ eyes filled with pity. “The prince tortures you.”
    “He tortures us all with this ban on human intercourse.”
    “You should take your slave to the breeding camps. They’ve had some success triggering early onsets of the fertile period. They do it with drugs.”
    “It may not be safe. I’d rather let it happen naturally.”
    “Why wait four years when you could be breeding her now?”
    It wasn’t enough to touch Cassia. He wanted to be inside her. He needed it badly, in fact, despite his recent foray into her sweet body. Not that long ago, in the barn, he had told Cassia he wouldn’t have relations with her unless it was strictly for procreation. Now the idea of forgoing her pleasures was laughable. “Good point. I’d rather have her now.” Cabrian had never considered going to the breeding camps where humans were forced to produce hybrid spawn to fill their armies. The druids that ran the camps had discovered artificial means of making a woman fertile. In those camps, infants were being born yearly rather than every five years as was normal. “I will have to gain permission from the prince, of course.”
    “He will give it if you pressure him enough. You are without heirs.” Seamus licked the droplets of blood that spurted from his lower lip where it had been pierced by his protruding fang. “Do it. Take her to the camps. A fertile female has to be fucked, deeply and often. It is the law and even the prince cannot interfere.”
    It was tempting. Due to the declining birthrates and the looming threat of extinction of their species, all females had to submit to the seeding of their wombs when fertile. As Cassia’s owner, he had the right to seed her. And he did need heirs. He just hoped the prince would allow it. He needed to be inside Cassia again and he wasn’t willing to wait four years.
     
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    Cassia was fuming by the time they entered her chamber. Aroused by his touch, she was definitely that—but anyone could see that she was fuming mad nonetheless. Now finally alone, she intended to give that hybrid a piece of her mind. “How could you treat me that way?”
    Cabrian sighed. “Be angry if you must, but what did you expect of me? Diermont could easily order you killed. I am trying to prevent that from occurring.”
    “By parading me about on a leash and calling me your pet?”
    “That was the prince’s order and all must follow his dictates. You are a slave, and although you belong to me, Diermont has a right to dictate how slaves are to be kept in this villa.”
    “He means to deprive me of clothing.” She shuddered as she recalled the way the prince’s black eyes had devoured her. Those peepers had reflected revulsion and disgust mixed with a bizarre fascination. And those other hybrids—it was much the same, although some had also looked upon her with lust.
    “Slaves are generally kept naked. That is the way I was kept when I was your slave. So don’t waste your breath in complaining.”
    There was some truth to that. When he was her captive, she had enjoyed the unrestricted view of Cabrian’s body. She hadn’t thought to inquire about clothing for any of the hybrids. His purpose in that barn was to be milked and clothing would have gotten in the way. “Lucine kept all of you naked. That wasn’t my decision.”
    “Clothing is a privilege, not a right. You must earn the privilege by demonstrating your obedience to your master. The prince expects slaves to be treated as slaves, so that is what I must do.”
    She hadn’t expected him to treat her as a common house slave. “I expected more from you, my lord.”
    “As did I. I expected you to refrain from making escape attempts, but you did not. We are both disappointed in each other.” Cabrian’s jaw tightened as he stared deeply into her eyes. “I have enemies who will report any signs of misbehavior to the prince. We must be careful. You do understand this, right? I’m not being this way because I