Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Ava lay on her stomach on the bed, an iPod lying in a similar position between her flattened palms. Her head subconsciously bobbed to the music she listened to from the earpods hooked in her ears. It's been an unremarkably uneventful week since that one night she and her master spent in the same room she stays in, over that period adjustments to her little escapade had been made. Because she had been such a good girl he allowed her an iPod to keep her company, not trusting her with a phone or computer.
Thinking about that long night her face flushed pink, her head fell forward and she groaned into the bed. “I'm such a fuck-up. Why did I let him do that? Why did I enjoy it? I hate him, I hate being here, I hate my family and I hate my life,” no matter the expensive gifts he presents–like a Russian sable fur coat, Birkin bags in every colour with heels and suits to match, necklaces of every rare jewel you can imagine, etc–she just can't seem to get comfortable around him.
Drowning in her despair she failed to notice the door opening. Four maids came in and gave way for Bloody who smiled upon seeing his darling wearing shorts and a sports bra he had hand-picked. He'd been too busy last week to give her much attention but now that he sorted everything he can finally take her out on a date. Just to celebrate the beginning of their relationship.
Which may or may not...be permanent.
“Darling.”
“Huh–holy shit!” she crawled back and covered her chest with a pillow. “Don't you know how to knock? What if I was naked?”
“Then that would've been a lot better. You seriously need to stop fearing me bunny, you know I would never hurt you,” Bloody sat at the edge of her bed. “Tell me, dear, how are you?”
“Fine, but not so much after seeing you,” she eyed him fiercely, “What the hell are you doing here and what do you want?”
“Ah ah, watch that mouth darling. Wouldn't want me to cuff you to the bedpost and fuck you now would you?” his smile widened.
“What do you want, master?” she defiantly glared at the man. His smile irritated her more than mosquitoes.
“That's a lot better, well, sweetheart, we are going out tonight!” he announced and gave a twirl. “We will be attending the Night of Sin and Glamour Annual Gala. For this special occasion, I bought you a brand new collar, I can't wait to show you off to the other doms. Let them see how gorgeous and 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 my sub is,” Bloody stressed on the ‘well behaved’ for emphasis.
“You...you want me to wear a dog collar in front of over one hundred people?” her voice boiled down until it was a euphonious whisper. Her pouty red lips made the not-so-little monster in his pants twitch, if the maids weren't here to get her ready–and if he wasn't two hours late–for the event he'd do a hardcore round two with her.
On the spot.
“It's not a dog collar. And if you call it that one, more, time... We 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 have issues.”
“I-I meant studded! A studded collar! Not a dog collar,” she looked away, scared of his eyes.
‘I wish she'd be a little more submissive, still, I find her personality amusing. Different from the others I've been with,’ Bloody said to himself, he let out a satisfied smile and went to stand by the other side of the bed where she was facing. As he anticipated she turned away but he took her sharp chin in his hand, turned her face and kissed her on the lips.
“Why do you make things so difficult? I thought by now you'd know I only want to help you, to take care of you, I'll give you anything you want. All I'm asking is obedience,” he lovingly stroked her cheek, fervently staring into her green eyes, “Can you do that for me, bunny?”
Avalyn doesn't know why but her heart fluttered. She'd never seen this side of him or knew there was such an amiable side of Bloody. The pureness in his eyes, words and emotions was too raw to pass off as simple kindness. Her heart began beating faster as she stared back at him, lips slightly parted, hands gripping the pillow. Bloody kissed her forehead and the corner of her lips, she wondered if he knew how this harmless move affected her.
‘𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎.’
“Will you be a good girl tonight? Can you do that for me, Avalyn?” he questioned, slowly blinking his eyes. He sported an effulgent smile that left crow feet at the corner of his eyes, and a group of brown and black hair straightened and gelled together fell from the combover to hang over his rectangular forehead. His blue eyes were dazzling, his smile equally impressive. “Hmm?”
Lost in staring, she forgot she didn't answer. “Uh, y-yes. Sure, master. Anything for you.”
𝑺𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅.
“I like hearing that,” he lathered her face with tender kisses. “I'm sorry we didn't spend much time together last week, I promise to make it up. I'll be outside waiting for you, the maids will get you ready in no time,” he pressed a final kiss to her lips, one to her forehead and left her with the maidens.
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Bloody shook his legs and tapped the armrest in the limousine only he and the chauffeur currently occupied, he stared at the mansion waiting for her to come out. Everything he bought for her to wear was picked out by him, especially for her, he made sure the sizes were right and everything would fit perfectly. It seems like an eternity will pass before she exits but when she does it is worth the wait.
“There goes my bunny. How stunning,” he opened the door and adjusted his knee-length hooded grey jacket, around his neck was a grey and black scarf laying under the lapels. His dress code was more simple than usual, that being because he wanted all the attention on his darling.
Not himself. Which had the godfellas questioning his sanity knowing well he likes being the centre of attention.
Avalyn came out guided by the maids in a metallic silver mini halter dress, black cutout heels, pearl earrings that stood against her warm skin tone and white acrylic nails. Topping off the glamorous look was a Mouawad purse, her hair in a half-up fountain ponytail and winged eyeliner. Her lips were painted over in sprinkle-filled lip gloss and a black diamond studded collar around her neck with a large silver D ring hanging. She looked doubtlessly appealing in the outfit and because he picked it out made the man....proud.
So proud.
“Wow, you...” Bloody pulled her in by the waist, the proximity had her boobs pressed against his solid, wide chest. “Beautiful wouldn't even describe how fucking amazing you look tonight, my love.”
“Gee, thanks, like I didn't already know that,” Ava rolled her eyes and left his grasp. “Let's just get this over with, master,” she stopped at the door of the limo and winked at the mob boss.
“You are such a sly fox.”
“Call me Vixen.”
“Like the offer, afraid I'll have to decline. You're my feisty little bunny,” she entered the car, he followed and soon all the vehicles weaved out of the property rolling onto the street into the misty darkness.
In over an hour they reached the palace-like building where the gala was being held. Music blared through speakers hidden inside the tall building flourishing in all its glory under the full moon's light, people poured inside right after having their vehicles parked. Ava noticed many things, the outfits probably worth millions, jewellery that could feed whole countries, professionally done makeup and more–but what stood out was the collars that matched hers around other females’ necks. What was astonishing is that they didn't seem bothered, it seemed normal.
‘What in the name of my forefathers? What is this behaviour?’
Bloody held Ava by her lower back and walked her inside, it was equally extravagant as the outside with its wide variety of colours coexisting peacefully to make an aesthetic everyone matched in their way. The pair and the gang members walked upstairs until they were at the main area where all the people gathered.
‘Bloody said this was a gala, a gala? For what? Unhinged mad men like himself who like to make women wear dog collars? How fucking romantic.’
“Look! It's Godfather Bloody and his new Sub!”
“She's so beautiful, look at her purse!”
“Where'd she get that dress?”
“Who did her makeup and hair?”
“She's so hot!”
Other ‘subs’ commented on her look, Ava blushed at the compliments. Bloody continued to lead her through the crowd with a calm face but she knew deep down he enjoyed all the attention. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“Pretty much,” he winked.
Slowly the night went on with Bloody showing her off to weird men who praised her youthful beauty and plump body, Ava was bored and couldn't do anything else so she let him have his fun. Until–
“Donatello, Rossetti.”
The noisy place went icily quiet.
“What a surprise, I see you've upgraded, how long has it been since your darlings died at the hands of werewolves again?” the voices continued. “Ten years? I must say, Don, this one's sure the epitome of sex appeal and her looks outshine that of Dina and Coco.”
Coincidentally, both recognized the voice and were triggered by it.