Gemma

When I followed the beautiful aroma of coffee, I was shocked to find Alaric cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He looked freshly showered, with his dark hair slicked back. He wore a white T-shirt and grey shorts. I rubbed my eyes as he looked up from the cooker.

"Am I dreaming, or did we have a role reversal during the night?" I asked because he hadn't attempted cooking again other than his meat and veg toastie.

He didn't need to say any words for his face to show his disdain at my suggestion.

"Sit outside, and I will bring you your breakfast?"

I nodded and walked outside. It was a little cooler since the sun wasn't shining on the patio or garden area yet. I rubbed my arms and walked to the small section where the sun shone. It didn't matter what the weather was like because I loved being outside first thing in the morning—the fresh, crisp air, with the sounds of the various birds and the ocean. There was no city smog and no noise. Other than the blood-sucking kidnapping vampire who enslaved me, the island was a paradise.

Alaric's body pressed against mine, and his hands came around and cupped my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened when he rubbed his thumb over them. My thin cotton vest top had little protection against his wandering hands.

"Eat, but there is no walking or working in the office today," he said with one hand sliding between my legs.

When I tried to turn to face him, his hand gripped me by my throat to hold me in place as he rubbed my pussy through the material of my shorts and knickers.

"Why, Master?" I asked, worried that my new restrictions might be permanent.

"It's breeding day today," he whispered in my ear. "We're going to the red room, and that's where you will remain for the next few days until I'm certain my little fuck slave's cunt is full of my cum and bred the way you were always meant to be."

"Do you expect me to be a mother or a slave, Master?" I asked him quietly.

The question played on my mind since he told me the significance of blood mates. We were rare and the only ones vampires could procreate with.

"Both, we will always have our playroom."

I released the breath I'd been holding because, from the beginning, he'd made his expectations of me crystal clear. His dominant Master side was a difficult adjustment initially, but he had mellowed out since Damien's second visit.

"Your food is getting cold," he said, pulling his hand away from my pussy and throat.

He turned me around and ran a finger over my collar.

"I've never had a permanent collar on any female. I've had thralls, blood slaves and vampires in my past. I constantly read your vitals and how fucking hot you get when I dominate you."

My cheeks burned at his words, yet I couldn't deny them. I knew thralls were mindless, mesmerised humans and blood slaves were willing participants in their blood donation.

"I would protect you and our family with my life because I own you. You were born to serve me, but I will never harm you," he said.

He put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up so my eyes were locked to his. I searched his dark eyes. They weren't cold or dead but sincere and—soft. He smiled before he slid his hands down my back until they rested on my ass and hoisted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"You're going to love being my cum dumpster for the next week," he murmured as he squeezed my ass while walking towards the new patio set.

I groaned and buried my face in his neck while he chuckled at my embarrassment. The brief glint of his softer side didn't last long.

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He had his hand clamped around my wrist as we walked down the stairs. The damage hadn't been repaired here because it wasn't as simple as a boat or helicopter delivering items. It required people to reconstruct the marble and woodwork. Alaric refused to have anyone on his island other than Damien or Christian. As we approached the red door, I didn't know why I felt so anxious because the nasty things he had done to my asshole the last few days should be nothing compared to this.

"Remove all of your clothes and put them on the bed," he said once he closed the door behind us.

I approached the bed and began to remove my vest and shorts. He was unusually calm because he normally used his super speed to remove my clothes, tearing them in the process. As I was about to take my underwear off, I felt his chest against my back.

"You won't need clothes for the next week," he said as he moved my hands out of the way and pulled my underwear down my legs.

I glanced down as I felt him tug at them and I lifted my feet out. He tossed them on the bed beside my clothes before he took me by the wrist and dragged me towards the bench that had the stocks on them.

"I've been saving this one for a special occasion," he said as he let go of my wrist and lifted the wooden section for my head and hands to go in.

His eyes were back to being evil, and the accompanying smirk wasn't reassuring. I swallowed down the fear and lay face down on the bench. He brought the wooden panel down and clipped it as soon as my head and hands were in place. When I raised my head, he was gone.

"Fuck," I said, startled when I felt him lift my foot up.

"Your heart is pounding erratically. Are you scared?" he said as he strapped my ankle to something. "This won't hurt—much."

My senses were on high alert, and my head jerked at his words.

"B-but upstairs, you said you wouldn't hurt me," I said, cringing when I heard the whine in my voice, but he was scaring me.

He said nothing, lifted my other foot, and strapped it in until both my legs were spread open. His fingers traced my leg as they dipped down and back up my thigh until he reached my ass.

"Did you know over a twenty-four hour period, a lion fucks his lioness up to fifty times when she is in heat?"

I mulled over that information and decided he was full of shit because there was no way he had fifty fucks in him.

"He doesn't stop until the job is done. Now, in your case. I'm going to fuck you deep and hard every single day until you're out of your fertile period. Your ovulation will only have a twenty-four-hour window. So yeah, you may feel a little bruised with me hitting against your cervix."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that," I mumbled, feeling sorry for all the lionesses out there.

"You don't have much choice, do you? I own all of you, including your womb," he said before he ran his tongue up my inner thigh. "Don't worry. Luckily for you, the more you cum it will increase the chance of conception."

My mind instantly went to the wand, and I groaned. No wonder he made me a big breakfast with a pot of coffee. I closed my eyes when he traced his tongue over my labia. My breath faltered when he moved his tongue towards the inner side, but he did it so slowly that it felt torturous. His hands moved over my thighs until he reached my ass and smacked my ass cheeks. I gasped at the sudden sting, but then he pushed his face against my pussy, and his tongue thrust into my pussy. His hands gripped my hips, and he lifted them up and began to maul me with a growl.

At that moment, I knew this was going to get rough.