The Master's Pet

"Fuck!" His length sank into my shivering body in a single fluid motion, sinking in until he bottomed out. He made sure to maintain eye contact the entire time.

Mouth falling open, I couldn't help sucking in a weak, shuddering breath as my back pressed into the railing behind me. I still couldn't forget that there were people down there who might see us.

Silas carefully gathered my hair, moving it up and behind me so it wouldn't get stuck in my face. He was almost sweet; maybe it was because he was deep inside me.

"Oh God... mph... ah..." I was soon crying as he began to thrust. Alternating between long, deep strokes, his veiny shaft damn near touched the bottom of my stomach. For a moment, I thought I might die from the sheer pleasure of it all.

Sex with him was always blindingly intense, like drowning in a sea of ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body was aware. I couldn't stop my gut from clenching. The slow pounding was guaranteed to put me to sleep right after. Clear moisture flowed evenly from my entrance as the vampire reseated himself into my inviting depths.

He was soon pounding in earnest; the strong tempo of his hips was mind-numbing. I could almost swear that the noises I was making had drawn attention to us. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to move. All I could do was wail brokenly while he hammered into me.

With little effort on my part, I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling back at the sensation. He swooped down to capture a nipple in his mouth, and the sensation took the very breath out of me. Hands reaching out blindly, I searched for something to grab a hold of. Fingers soon entwined themselves in Silas's hair, holding him closer to my chest.

My spine arched as he deliberately deepened his stroke. The ecstasy was nearly painful. I was crying so loudly that I had no doubt someone must have heard. My legs wrapped around him tighter as he proceeded to bring me bliss. Why had I even been against this in the first place? This was the kind of loving every woman needed.

Even if it so happened to be from a man I knew had no feelings for me, at least this version of him—my eyes were beginning to water from the intense stimulation being induced on my spasming body. Silas watched intently as the outline of his dick was made visible pounding the bottom of my stomach. He was so fascinated by the sight that his mouth began to water.

Silas was in love with this sensation, the simulation, and the mouthwatering pleasure my body gave him. If this was what having sex with a human felt like, then he wanted to do it every second of every day. He wanted to do it for as long as possible.

My entire body started shaking, releasing a tortured moan as I came. Silas groaned deeply. He panted as he licked up the column of my throat, breath hot against my skin. Feeling himself pulsate inside of me and filling her up.

It was hard to keep my eyes open; my entire body was spent, and I was on the brink of falling unconscious. My entire body tensed up when I felt myself being hoisted up and the still-hard length inside her began thrusting in slow motion. He was fucking me once more!

"Good... sso good," Silas moaned in my ears.

I was far too exhausted to pay much attention to the simulation in my body. Soon my eyes fell closed, and I fell asleep.

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I woke up feeling like my entire body was on fire. Seeing the unfamiliar ceiling of the bedroom had panic surging through me; I quickly pulled myself to a sitting position but winced at the pain that soared through my body. It took me a while to realize where I was and why my body hurt so much.

I had no idea how long Silas had fucked me; I just remembered falling asleep after getting the best orgasm of my life.

I looked around the room. It had a queen-sized bed, which I was lying on; the curtains were dark brown, matching the marble flooring. I could see two doors; one probably led to a bathroom, and the other was a mystery. I would explore it when I had the energy. Right now, I was feeling very hungry.

Maybe I had expected there to be food placed beside my bed; it was the least I deserved after Silas had taken control of me earlier. But alas, perhaps my stepbrother forgot that I need actual human food to function properly. There was only a glass of red liquid on the table; the metallic smell gave away its origin. Yeah, Silas had definitely forgotten about me being human. Or maybe this was some awful joke he was pulling; it wasn't very funny.

"Shit," I cursed as I pulled myself to a standing position. My body really hurt; I was walking with a limp now. Luckily, I was all clean and was dressed in silk pajamas; it was very comfortable. I made my way toward the two doors; one indeed led to a bathroom, and the other was a walk-in closet filled with all sorts of clothes and accessories. I rolled my eyes and closed them. Most of the clothes were dresses; I was never a fan of those.

"If he wants to play dress the human, he should have at least fed me."

Knowing that I had to leave my room if I wanted to get something to eat, I wasn't very thrilled. I wished I had eaten more of the food earlier; maybe then I would have been able to fall asleep and wait for breakfast tomorrow. But if I went to bed on an empty stomach now, I might possibly die of starvation; I was that hungry.

I didn't bother changing out of my clothes before going outside, seeing that it was nighttime. The hallways were dimly lit and empty. Most of the servants here were humans, so they did need to sleep if they were expected to function properly, unlike the vampires, who didn't sleep at all.

When my mother first married Bill, I could remember staying awake at night for weeks, listening carefully to the sound of Silas's footsteps as he moved around the house. Unlike Bill, he didn't like spending his night in bed pretending to be asleep; he said he found it incredibly boring. And somehow, he always knew when I was awake; he would try baking some cookies and then bring them up to my room for me to try. Eventually, I learned that Silas wasn't taking any cooking classes like he had said and rather only did it so he could have an excuse to spend time with me.

The memory brought a smile to my face. I was young and foolish back then; I didn't appreciate what I had until it was lost. Maybe the universe was trying to teach me a lesson now.

"Hey, you." A voice startled me out of my thoughts. I saw a figure approaching me from the other end of the hallway. It was an elderly-looking woman; I sighed in relief when I saw that she was human.

She had eyed me suspiciously, but upon a closer look, she seemed to have recognized me.

"Oh, it's you. The Young Master's pet."

My expression soured at the title. "I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that."

"Do you need something?" the woman asked, ignoring my words.

"I..." At first, I wanted to tell her about my hunger, but then I thought about her having to go to the kitchen to prepare something for me. It was the middle of the night, and the poor woman must have been working the entire day; she looked exhausted. It would be unfair of me to make her cook for me when she should be sleeping. I decided to just go find Silas; I knew he didn't sleep, and after wearing me out, feeding me would be the only payment that would make me feel better.

"I want to know where Silas is. I want to meet him."

"He is having dinner with some guests currently."

"Dinner? That's perfect. Can you please take me to him?"

"I don't think the young master would be very happy to have you there." She eyed me. She didn't say anything rude, but the look in her eyes said enough. Silas was having dinner with important guests, so someone like her, who was only a pet, didn't deserve to join him.

"Just take me to him, or I'll tell him that you insulted me."

"I would never!"

"He doesn't know that. Just please... even if I get in trouble, it would have nothing to do with you."

She still looked hesitant, but she was also too tired to put up an argument. She turned around and started walking forward; I followed her.

She brought me to the dining room and said her goodbyes. The room was dim, the curtains were drawn down, yet I was able to make out the three figures that sat at the table. Silas sat on the left; there was a frown on his face as he spoke to the man sitting across from him. They were talking in hushed tones; I was quick to notice the girl who was kneeling at the man's feet. Most importantly, I saw the plate placed on the floor in front of her.

She was taking small bites of her food, chewing quietly as if she were afraid of disturbing them. She had her face turned away from me, but anger flared in my chest at the way she was being treated.

I stepped forward, not even caring to talk first before marching inside the room. My footsteps were loud enough to have all of them notice me. When all three of them turned around to look at me, I froze in my movement and gasped.

The man and woman were none other than Carter and Emily! But why were they here? And most importantly, why were they together?!