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  “But…” I have never felt so naked. I’m still itching to cover up, even though the servant’s gaze is pointed discreetly away from me.

  “It’s my wish that you remain bare,” Aiden growls softly, his eyes flashing. It’s clear he’s not going to bend on this.

  Reluctantly I stop fiddling with the crimson shirt and let it hang open by my sides. My clamped nipples throb fiercely and my pussy feels incredibly wet and naked. My cheeks are so hot I feel as if my face is on fire. Yet I sit there quietly on display while the elderly servant serves out scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes.

  He puts a steaming plate in front of me and I pick up my fork and start eating, not sure what else to do. I’m sure the food is delicious but I can’t taste a thing. All I can feel is how embarrassed I am. How I wish I could sink right through the floor and never return.

  Finally, after pouring me a hot cup of what smells like Earl Grey tea, the old servant leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief and feel myself relaxing. It’s entirely possible that he’s watching us from the next room but as long as I can’t see him doing it, I feel better.

  Across from me, Aiden is enjoying a hearty breakfast, which is, to put it mildly, impossible. Vampires subsist completely on blood. Anything else becomes completely indigestible to them when they lose their humanity.

  “Vampires can’t eat,” I blurt, before I think about it.

  “This one can,” Aiden says, looking up from a bite of pancake. “And I enjoy it greatly.”

  “But how?” I ask. “You’re not human anymore.”

  “The same way I can tolerate sunlight.” He gives me a predatory smile. “I assure you, Emma, there are a great many human pleasures I enjoy.”

  My stomach does a flip as I consider the implications of his words. Suddenly I’m not hungry anymore. I put down my fork as butterflies continue to swoop in my stomach.

  Aiden frowns at me. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?”

  “I’m not hungry,” I say. “Besides, this is really fattening. I mean, it’s good, don’t get me wrong. But pancakes and bacon? Come on, I haven’t eaten this stuff in years.” Not since I got out of high school and made an effort to lose some weight, anyway.

  “Haven’t I told you that I like your shape?” he asks sternly. “I want you to feel free to eat what you want, Emma.”

  “What, so I can get horribly fat and unattractive?”

  “You’ll never be unattractive to me. And I like a woman with something to hold on to.”

  “I’m only here for a year,” I remind him. “If I spend that time pigging out, I’ll never get married and have kids. I mean, it’s bad enough that I’m a dud but…” I trail off as I see the burning light in his eyes. He’s angry about something I’ve said—furious.

  “You’ve only been with me for a night and you’re already thinking of finding a new Master?” he says in a low, dangerous voice.

  “What? No!” I protest hastily. “But you and I both know the term of Sacrifice only lasts a year. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to want to keep me around after the time is up. Right?”

  Aiden’s eyes narrow and then he looks away, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “Right,” he says tightly. Abruptly, he pushes back from the table. “Breakfast is over,” he announces.

  Well all right. So much for making me eat more. I push back from the table too. “What now?” I ask, though I’m almost afraid to find out.

  “Back to the bedroom,” he says, rising and throwing his linen napkin over his half-eaten plate. “I have one more thing for you to wear while I’m gone today.”

  Before I can ask what it is, he is striding from the room so fast I have to trot to keep up.

  Chapter Eight

  The “one more thing” turns out to be a kind of harness that straps around my thighs and presses up against my crotch like a pair of weird leather panties. There is a hole in the crotch though, with another, smaller harness as though something is meant to fit through it. Before I can ask Aiden about it, he produces a slim flesh-colored dildo and holds it up.

  “What’s that for?” I ask warily as he kneels before me to finish strapping the harness in place around my thighs.

  “It’s to open you,” he replies, matter-of-factly. “Spread your legs, Emma.”

  “What? You expect me to wear that all day while you’re gone?” I cross my legs quickly. It might be slim but it’s still considerably wider than his two fingers, which are the largest things I’ve ever had inside me.

  “Of course I do.” He frowns at me. “How else can I get you ready to accommodate my cock when I take you?”

  I can feel my cheeks getting hot at the casual way he talks about fucking me. “I don’t know,” I confess at last. “But you never said anything about me wearing a dildo all day long.”

  “Emma,” he says. “I’m simply trying to break you in gently. Would you rather I threw you on the bed and took you here and now, ready or not?”

  I bite my lip. “N-no,” I whisper. I might have found a strange, twisted enjoyment in his mastery of me but I have no wish to be raped.

  “I didn’t think so,” Aiden murmurs. “This device will help you get used to being penetrated and filled.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “And I don’trecommend cheating and taking it out once I’ve left the house for the day. Every morning I’ll be fitting you with a larger phallus. If you skip a day, you’re going to have more pain the next day.”

  “I see.” And I do. I’m going to be walking around all day with this thing inside me and I don’t dare take it out, even when Aiden is gone.

  “Good,” he says, looking into my eyes. “Now I want you to spread your legs for me and let me fill you, Emma.” The words are spoken in a low, quiet voice of command. A tone I’m already beginning to think of as his “Master voice”. To my great shame, I feel a surge of lust between my legs when he speaks to me like that.

  “All right,” I whisper reluctantly.

  “All right, what?” he prompts sternly.

  “All right, Master.”

  “Excellent, Emma.” He strokes my thigh soothingly. “Now turn around and grip the bedpost.”

  I do as he says, gripping one of the thick bedposts with both hands.

  “Very good,” Aiden says. He is still kneeling on the ground behind me and he raises the tail of the crimson shirt I am wearing, baring my ass. “Now spread your legs and push out your ass,” he directs. “I want your pussy tilted toward me so I can line this up correctly.”

  I do as he says but just as I’m in the correct position, I happen to look to my side and see that this whole interaction is visible in the oval mirror of the dresser. My breath catches in my throat and I stare at the mostly naked girl gripping the bedpost and spreading her legs for her Master.

  Aiden, for his part, doesn’t seem to notice I’m watching us in the mirror. He simply holds the flesh-colored shaft by its base and slides it carefully and precisely into the hole in the leather harness.

  I gasp when I feel the cool latex touch my skin.

  “Once it’s seated fully inside you, it will warm to your body temperature,” Aiden says, as though reading my mind.

  I think about saying it’s the “fully inside” part that worries me much more than the temperature but before I can, the head is sliding between my outer cunt lips, finding the entrance to my pussy.

  I clench in fear. I can’t help it. This seems so unnatural, so foreign. My whole body feels tight at the idea of letting this happen.

  Again Aiden seems to sense my mood. “It’s all right,” he murmurs, stroking my thighs and ass soothingly. “You can do this, Emma. It’s my wish that you open yourself for me and it’s for your own good. I know you can submit.”

  “I…I…” I want to say something biting and sarcastic. Something about how would he like to submit to my foot up his ass? But I can’t quite get the words out. I know he’d punish me for such insolence and besides, a part of me wants to trust him. Wants to put myself in hi