Gemma

It was difficult to look around while being dragged through the house. I couldn't tell how many levels it had, but it looked as if it was built on a hill or a cliff because the views were stunning. I tried tugging my hand away when he led me down some stairs.

"You don't want to say no to me again, ," he snapped at me impatiently.

If what he said was true, I couldn't harm him, and I was on an island, so I couldn't escape. I'd been to Greece but to one of the larger islands. I knew there were plenty of smaller islands scattered around.

When we reached the bottom of the white marble stairs, I paused at the sight. There was all painted black woodwork which made it look frightening, and the marble beneath my bare feet was dark grey in colour. There was a morbid-looking chandelier lighting the dark hallway, but I was afraid of the bright red-coloured door. Or, more accurately, what was behind it.

"Is this going to be some kind of devil-worshipping sacrificial ritual because I have to say I'm not digging it."

His throaty chuckle echoed in the dark hallway.

"Do all humans have such a vibrant imagination?"

"It's called self-preservation," I muttered as he opened the door.

I tried to peer around him, but I didn't get a chance because he pulled me into the room.

"What the—" I began to say, but my words trailed off because I couldn't believe what I saw.

He had a sex dungeon. It had similar elegant black woodwork and was dotted with black and red throughout the room. The far end of the room had a giant bed with red bed covers dotted with some white and black pillows on it. The bed frame matched the woodwork within the room. My eyes went towards the ceiling and its many attachments, along with another ostentatious chandelier.

"When did you last menstruate?"

His question yanked me out of my daze. I tried to think what date it was.

"Uh, I think I might be due in a couple of days, so if I do something erratic or try and kill you, it may be due to hormones," I said because I had three-period modes. Angry, tearful or give me junk food and fuck off.

He frowned at me.

"These hormones affect humans that badly?"

"Sometimes it's not noticeable, but sometimes it can be pretty rough."

"It makes you ill?" he asked with genuine curiosity that surprised me.

"It can cause cramps and lower back pain for me, but not every period is the same."

"When is your fertility period for your cycle?"

"Uh, I don't know," I said, confused at his line of questioning. "How did you know I was English?" I asked, realising he hadn't spoken to me in French since I woke up in his fancy villa. His French and English were impeccable.

He became a blur when he moved, but he stood in front of me, pulling my chin up.

"I hacked into everything I could," he said as his fingers curled around my throat. "You speak French like a native."

I stood and stared into his dark eyes. The same cold, cruel and dead eyes that terrified me. I had no doubt that he could snap my neck like a twig. His palm covered my throat, and his fingers were wrapped around my neck. Yet, acknowledging every warning, my senses screamed at me. I was turned on by his touch, which made no sense.

"I can hear your heartbeat and feel your pulse," he said, rubbing his thumb up and down the side of my neck. "Are you scared or excited?"

"Both," I said, answering him honestly before I wondered if he had hypnotised me because that would explain my insanity. "Can you hypnotise people?"

His lips twitched before a smile tugged on one corner.

"A little fear can heighten pleasure," he murmured. "I can control humans and vampires when required, but I cannot mesmerise you."

I pulled my eyes away from his lips to look at his eyes. He had no reason to lie. Before I could say anything, his hands blurred. I heard the T-shirt rip and fall down my back.

"The sound and scent of your blood makes me want to kiss your flesh with my blades," he said, trailing his finger from my collar to the side of my breast where he bit me.

His knife work stung, but each time he licked the wound, it numbed the pain.

"You left your name on my back," I said softly as I remembered seeing my back in the mirror.

He rubbed his thumb over my lips before he pushed it into my mouth.

"You're mine, Ms Bryant," he said, rubbing his thumb over my tongue. "Your tight holes, blood and body belong to me."

His thumb pressed down on my tongue before he dragged it over my teeth and rubbed it over my bottom lip. His eyes were focused on my lip, but with the blink of an eye, he lifted me up, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back, swinging in the air.

"You've got to stop moving me at that speed," I groaned, holding my stomach.

He was too busy manoeuvring my legs on what appeared to be a sex swing—a comfortable padded one at that. I glanced up at the black ceiling to see the hook was in a dark gunmetal colour. He did something that made me drop, and I gripped the chains of the swing, but I didn't fall. He'd lowered the back support on it so my head was lower.

Once my legs were restrained and spread apart, I felt him tug on my wrists as he attached them to the chains with the cuffs. He spun me around a few times until his dick was on my face. When I could focus again, I saw his shorts crumpled on the floor. His speed was an unfair advantage.

"Patience is not my strong suit," he said as he gripped the chains of the swing and began to move me so his hard cock rubbed my face.

No kidding. He'd gone from asking me out on a dinner date to abduction within a matter of hours.

"Open wide for your Master," he said sharply. There was no mistaking the command as his deep voice echoed around the room.

I automatically did as he asked because I didn't want to know what he would do to me if I didn't obey.

"Stick your tongue out," he said in the same commanding voice.

Once my tongue was out, he placed his balls over me.

"Get my balls wet with that hot little tongue and suck them."

My legs twitched within their restraints, and my pussy grew wet, but I began to run my tongue over his heavy balls. His hand gripped my breast before he tugged on my nipple as I struggled to cover all of his flesh with my tongue.

"Good little fuck slave. Suck your Master's balls," he murmured.

I moved my head to capture one in my mouth. My teeth grazed over his flesh, and he groaned. He pinched my nipple, making me gasp before he began to massage my other breast. My nose and mouth were wet from my efforts, but I continued to suck his balls in my mouth and lick them. It was easy to glide my tongue over them since he had little pubic hair to hinder my efforts. I didn't know much about the BDSM scene other than a few stories I'd read, but the power dynamic was degrading to a submissive. Sadly, my body and brain worked against me. The edge of pain from him pinching my nipple made me ache for him to fuck me.

I shouldn't fear for my life, but the fact that he would turn me into some kind of mindless slave only available to serve his needs.

"Good girl, suck harder," he said, cupping both of my breasts.

I momentarily paused before I acquiesced. I was tied up again and didn't have much choice.