Chapter 20

Adrian....

I stumble away from her with my hand on my cheek. The feel of my warm skin against my palm confirms that this has really happened.

My Esclave has slapped me for real.

Slowly, I lift up my eyes to look at her and blanch. Her tears stained cheeks, swollen bloodshot eyes and quivering chin are the proof of what I have done to her. And that's making me feel sick, so sick of myself.

She already thought of me as a monster but tonight, I have given her the exact reasons to believe that. I don't think I'll ever be able to comprehend the depth of her loathsome feelings for me. But I can tell how much she fears me now.

Instead of feeling relieved that I've scared her off, my heart settles inside my chest heavily and my shoulders sag in defeat. I have become the person for her that I had promised I would never become for anyone.

I am the curse of her life, the demon who haunts this fragile thing's dreams.

I watch with increasing wariness as her perfect frame slides down the glass wall. She sits down on the cold tiles and pulls her knees up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her feet, she leans her head back against the glass and closes her eyes. She's not crying anymore, her expressions are tightly shut.

And she can't even stand to look at me anymore and I couldn't understand it before and punished her for preserving herself from me. I am going to burn in hell for this sin, for hurting an innocent girl who had been getting passed around in the pack of monsters like a rag doll.

I had sworn to rescue every last girl from Balthazar's clutches and I did. But I broke my other oath. I touched her, not only without her consent but against her will as well.

Completely horrified by my actions, I run away from her and go straight to my bedroom. I lock myself inside and pace the entire length of the room as self-loathing and guilt cloud my thoughts and deepen the darkness around my heart.

What the fuck have I done!?

But before I can get consumed by my remorse, a shrill voice penetrates through the haze of my mind, altering my thoughts and snapping me back to now. I stop pacing then realize that I'm still inside my bedroom and dash out of the room to go back check on my esclave.

When I reach the hall, I find her exactly where I had left her. But she isn't in a sitting position anymore. Her arms are wrapped around her middle and she's trying to get up on her feet. My eyes snap down to her thighs and I notice something dark coating the inner skin.

Is that…. Blood!? The realization makes me freeze in my place. I don't understand…. Why is she bleeding? Did I hurt her that badly?

Then she moans loudly, breaking me out of my frozen state and pushing me into action. I immediately rush down to her side and before she can make any protests, I lift her up in my arms and carry her back to my room.

“What's wrong with you?” I ask in an unhurried voice. She's already hyperventilating, I can't give her anymore trauma.

“My periods.” She gasps between her pained moans and my worries fade a little as I realise she's bleeding naturally. It has nothing to do with what happened earlier.

I glance down at her as I enter the master bedroom and go straight inside the bathroom. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her expressions are screwed up in pain. “Do you have cramps before?”

“Yes, but not this bad.”

Fuck! This is not her usual.

“Just relax, I have got you.” I sooth her quietly as I lower her down in the bath tube and turn on the faucet to fill it with warm water. She needed a bath anyways.

I scan her overall body but find no scars or bruises. Why is she hurting so much? I just hope there's no internal injury.

She moans again when I shift her in the tub a little to get access to her legs. “Lean back against the tub and try to relax your muscles. You're clenched up too tightly.”

“I can't. The pain is just too much.” My heart sinks when tears start leaking out of the corners of her eyes and her small hands, hanging on to me, tighten around my forearm in a vice grip.

She appears to be in extreme pain and I'm unable to do anything. Crap! I forcefully push away all the inappropriate and useless thoughts aside and try to think of what to do to decrease her pain. I don't think that I should give her painkillers in such a tender situation. It won't be good for her health.

She needs professional care.

“Stay here. I'll be right back.” I turn off the water and leave the bathroom to get my phone and dial up Martin, my personal doc.

“Mr. Black, is everything okay?” Martin picks up the call on the second ring and I order him to send in the best gynecologist he can find in the city right now.

“I want her here in the next 25 minutes. I'll text you my location.” I hang up and type out my address. Then I call down the front desk and ask the receptionist for some urgent sanitary pads and tampons. The elderly woman catches on with the situation and reassures me that I'll have them in less that 10 minutes.

After making all the arrangements, I go to the front door to collect the demanded items. The receptionist has come up herself to hand me the stuff personally. Surprised, I thank her but she just smiles and tells me how to use both of them.

I think she understood what was happening. I thanked her, once again for the lesson, though I know how to do it. See? I can be a gentleman too, at times. But thinking about all this right now, is just a waste of time.

When I re-enter the bathroom, I find that my esclave has managed to clean herself and step out of the bath tub to sit on the edge.

She glances up at me with agony filled eyes before her gaze falls on the sanitary material held up in my arms. “Tampons will do, I'm not bleeding as much as before.”

I nod then stride forward and kneel down in front of her. I grab her knees and slowly part her thighs. But she presses her thighs back together. “What are you doing!?”

“Didn't you ask for the tampons?” I ask, confused.

“Yes, I did.” Her bewildered eyes search my face. “But why are you here? I can do it myself.”

“I know.” I lift up on my knees and lean in closer to reach behind her. “But I want to do this.”

Her breathing stops and her bloodshot eyes widen when I bring my face just an inch away from her and stare down at her fleshy lips, wanting to bite her bottom then suck on it to hear her moan against my mouth.

But there's still fear in her eyes and I can see that she's fighting it.

I don't touch the bare skin of her back, just unclasp her bra and take it off to throw it away. My eyes immediately drop down to drink in the sight of her supple breasts.

Holy fuck…. my esclave has the most beautiful tits I've ever seen in my life, big and round with dark areolas.

“Breath, my pearl and let me do it for you.” I whisper, sounding gruff with need. I really want to do this for her.

Her breathing hitches back to life as she blinks at me and I take it as my cue to go on. I grab her knees and forcefully part her thighs to expose her sex to me. “Wait! I didn't say you can—”

She tries to snap her thighs back but I crouch a little more low and put my shoulders between her thighs to keep them wide open for me. “Just take deep breaths and relax. I've plugged in a lot of women before. Trust me, you're in good hands.”

She goes completely still and that surprises me but I force myself through it to focus on the task at hand. When I'm sure she won't close her thighs again, I pick a tampon from the floor and tear it out of its pack.

“They didn't have the tampons with applicators. I'm going to push it inside you with my finger, so try to relax.” I look up to make sure she understands what I'm trying to say. She nods, her throat working as she swallows hard.

I clear my clogged throat before getting down to business.

Her proximity is affecting me and if my hunch is right, then I'm affecting her as well. I can't help but respond to her in every sexual way possible and it's turning me on. I've never been turned on before while plugging in any women, ever.

My cock has turned rock hard and I want to do nothing more than take her right now, just like this….

I stomp down on my urges and whip out my thoughts to concentrate on her and only her. She's dying in fucking pain and I am planning in how many ways I can fuck her in this bathroom.

Maybe I am a monster….

I take a deep cleansing breath and block out my irrelevant emotions and raging cock. I had wanted to do this, so let's do this.

“Maybe you should lean back some more.” I suggest, quietly.

She doesn't say anything, just straightens up her spine and tries to lean back. But the border of the bathtub is too thin; she slips backwards. I grab her before she can fall into the tub and feel her thighs tighten around me, instinctively.

“Or maybe you shouldn't.” I suppress my smile as she relaxes her muscles and puts her feet back down on the floor.

“Hold onto my shoulders and spread your legs wider.” She hesitates. “That way you won't fall.”

She obliges, reluctantly and places her small hands on my shoulders, spreading her thighs wider for me. I bite back a deep groan when my eyes travel down from her chest to her soaking sex and huff out deep breath to gain my control back.

Trying my best to keep my head straight, I bring the tampon near the entrance of her vagina then look up to make sure she's ready for this. “I'm going to slide it in. Tell me if it hurts. I'll stop and let you adjust, alright?”

She nods a few times then sinks her teeth in her bottom lip. My cock twitches inside my tight pants and my breathing deepens.

Fuck! Focus damnit, focus!

I shake my head then glance down at my hand, holding the tampon and ready for insertion. But my control slips a little and my filthy thoughts butt in the middle. Instead of directly inserting the tampon, I drag it down her folds and feel her fingers squeeze my shoulders, lightly.

That's not enough for me.

I repeat the process again and apply some more pressure on her clitoris. She gasps, her fingers gripping me with more strength as her breathing shallows.

“Take deep breaths, Pearl.” I whisper, seductively and tilt my head back to gaze in her dark eyes.

“Stop doing that and just get done with it already.” She stutters as she looks everywhere but at me.

“As you wish.” Still gazing up at her flushed face, I stop my up and down motion and in one swift move, thrust the tampon inside her bloody vagina.

“Ahhh!” Her mouth falls open as she groans out loud, her head falling back and her nails digging in my skin through my shirt.

“Is this deep enough?” I ask in a rasping voice and push in a little more till my index finger is just on the verge of her entrance. “Tell me, is this deep enough?”

“No!” She breaths and I push in further, my finger now halfway inside her vagina.

“Christ! You're so fucking tight!” I grit out through my teeth and my skin breaks out in sweat. My breathing turns ragged as I glare up at her with narrowed eyes. “Are you a virgin!?”

“Yes….”

Fucking shit! I shouldn't have asked that right now.

My control snaps and I push my finger all the way in. She cries out loud, her hands climbing up to tangle with my hair and her thighs quaver on my sides as her eyes, filled with tears, roll back in her head. Her whole body shudders convulsively as I watch her, completely captivated and enthralled.

She's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!

Her breathing turns short and she gasps for air after the enchanting moment has passed but tears continue spilling out of the corners of her eyes. Exhausted, when she can't support herself upright anymore, she falls forward and wraps her arms around me. And to my utter shock, she starts sobbing in my neck.

“You're crying!? I thought…. You were…. You…. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” I slide my finger out of her tight vagina with a frustrated groan and pat her back with my other hand to sooth her. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. I don't know how I lost control and…. And I'm really very sorry.”

“I want to sleep. I'm just tired. Take me to bed, please.” She speaks in between her sobs and snuggles closer to me.

An unknown emotion unfurls inside my chest, blooming like a midnight flower and lighting up the darkness inside my heart when I hear her ask me to take her to bed.

“Of course. I'll tuck you in.” I pick her up and cradle her smooth naked body in my arms like you would cradle a baby then carry her out of the bathroom.

I take her to the bed and pull back the blanket to lay her down on top of the sheets. She unwinds her arms from around my neck and immediately turns on her side. I frown but decide not to comment and cover up her naked body with the blanket.

“Do you want some—” A knock on the front door interrupts me.

I glance down at my curled up Esclave and let out a deep sigh before climbing out of bed to go get the door. A middle-aged woman greets me when I open the door and tells me that she's been told that I had an emergency.

I nod then lead her to the master bedroom. But when I try to go in with her, she tells me to wait outside while she checks up my esclave.

“Alright.” I give in, reluctantly then decide to utilise that time in cleaning up myself. I've got my esclave's menstrual blood all over my clothes. I should better freshen up before the doc is done with her.

Under the cold shower, my mind keeps wandering back to that exquisite moment when I had watched my esclave writhing in front of me with my finger inside her tightly clenching vagina.

I'm not sure but I think I had made her orgasm on the tampon and my finger. My painfully hard cock twitches in agreement, so I grab it and decide to rid myself of all the coiled up power and energy with the image of my shuddering Esclave fresh in my mind.