My head pounds as my stomach curls up into a tiny empty void throbbing like a motha humpa each time I take a deep breath. I groan in the back of my throat and try to find a comfortable position, clutching my stomach. Ow ... this hurts.
I can't believe I was so stupid to try and knock Blood across the room. What did I expect to happen? Him to bow down and take it like a man? Yeah right. Maybe he would lick my shoe while he's at it. Ugh ... I'm so freaking sore!
I heavily sigh and open my eyes staring into the clean room. Darn it I've been captured. I was hoping that Elliot would take me back to the Amusement Park or maybe even Boris would come and get me. Gosh dang it. I lamely turn around in the sheets spying Blood's sharp green eyes bore holes right through me.
Oh balls.
"Uh ... morning?" I say unable to croak out anything else. Blood chuckles as he sits up, letting the sheets slip over his glorious nude body. My eyes widen as he sits back, running a hand through his raven black hair as he seductively peers over to me with a sly smile.
"Morning dear. Did you sleep well?" He asks with a silent hint. I stare at the ceiling holding back my panic. What happened after he kissed me yesterday? I felt something cold slither down my throat and then nothing.
"Um, yes? Blood, why are you in my room?"
"I'm not. You are in my room, kitten." I do a double take around the room spying his suits through a crack in the closet. Oh gosh what am I doing in here?! I roll over so my back is facing him and stifle my horror.
"O-Oh. Ok." Oh man ... what happened? A shiver shoots down my spine as Blood's hand smoothly rubs my bare shoulder. His sculpted body presses against me making me shrink back. His hand gently traces the outline of my side before sliding down around to my belly. Warm breath breathes over my ear as he leans down and chuckles.
"Are you sore?" He pleasantly asks tracing random designs over my bare hip.
Oh for the love of everything good please tell me I'm wearing clothes.
"Y-Yeah, I am." It's really not that hard to figure out. I just barely survived an explosion for crying out loud! And then stupidly thought I could come and kill Blood for blowing up my house ... oh man that was probably the adrenaline talking at that point ...
"Hm ... ," he hums, sweeping his nose over my jaw making me shudder, "I thought you would be. It was your first time."
"Y-Yeah?" Are we still talking about the explosion or is he now hinting at something else? I subtly felt my chest feeling at least undergarments on. Oh thank goodness ... but, this feels different from my last one. It feels like ... lace.
Oh hell.
"Yes. Here I pictured you to be screaming and writhing in pain during your first time but you had a surprising amount of energy in you." He coos kissing the corner of my jaw.
"Are we still talking about the explosion?" Wait ... this entire conversation has been filled with double meanings. What is he implying? The explosion or ... that.
"That depends on what else is on your mind." Blood teased with a cool smile, softly rubbing my hip. My eyes involuntarily roll into the back of my head as my blood tingles from his overwhelming scent. His fingers shot electricity through my very bones as he caressed my body making my body throb. Please stop ...
"O-Ok you can get off now."
"But why? You were simply all over me last night." He playfully teases sliding his hand down my thigh and up to my hip, repeating the motion before rubbing in gentle circles.
"I was trying to kick you in the head."
"Hm~ yes, I didn't think you were that limber. Or so vocal. You were so loud I wouldn't be surprised if all of Wonderland heard you screaming my name." Blood croons as he props his head up on his elbow, continuing to touch my hip every which way. Ugh ... I want to move but if I do I'll fall off the bed and it hurts too much to try and move away. I'm trapped.
"S-Shut up, Blood." I swear someday those double meanings are going to come back and bite him in the butt. And I wouldn't mind being the one to kick him.
"Why? You wanted me to speak so badly last night so here I am, talking to you. You are quite demanding, milady." Blood hums as his hand slides over my belly, making me wince from the pressure. Ouch -! He wisely backs off and returns his hand to stroking my hip. "Sorry," he softly mutters before slipping out of the bed. I shakily glance back spying his perfectly round, glorious butt as he glides over to his clothes. I tightly shut my eyes trying to erase the image from my head. He was ACTUALLY NAKED?!
"W-W-W-Why are you naked?!" I muffle my startled shriek hiding my eyes. Why why why why why?! Dupre chuckles as clothes rustle together.
"Why, it's part of your 'punishment'. Everything I did last night was to punish you. But it seems I need to resort to other means to make sure you understand not to come and hurt me whenever you please. So, as part of your punishment, you must stay here at the mansion for the next few time changes."
"No way." I immediately rebuke, hiding beneath the covers. I remain silent, trying to hear where he is. Where did he go? I nearly yelp as something heavy presses against my body, trapping me under the covers.
"Do I need to serve you additional punishment?"
"N-No! I'll stay! I swear I'll stay!" I shout, fighting with the covers to get free.
"Good." He darkly chuckles as the weight vanishes. I rip back the covers, staring at the fully dressed man in shock. "Whenever you are ready come by my office. It's part of your 'punishment'."
My heart pounds hard as he leaves the room and shuts the door. I heavily exhale slapping a hand over my eyes. Oh man this is bad ... what should I do? Eagle dive out the window and hope I hit a soft bush? No, that won't work. My gut hurts too much to handle something like that.
Ugh this is terrible.
I moan as I swing my legs over the side of the bed, slipping to my feet. Well, now I know for sure all his double meanings are groundless. I'm only really sore in my torso. Although there's a pretty good bruise down by my calf. I sneer at the clothing I'm in. Lacy bra and a freaking thong of everything I could be wearing. Please, please tell me a maid did this and not Blood himself. But, knowing him, I have a feeling it's the latter.
"Oh man ... what have I gotten myself into?" I painfully mutter and slide out of the bed, quickly bathing myself. I uneasily eye the separate bottles of shampoo and conditioner. When did he get those? And lady soap to boot? Don't tell me he got these just for me. I shudder at his dedication to the sick joke and thoroughly scrubbed myself trying to get him off of me. No matter how hard I rubbed his masculine scent still overwhelms my senses driving me nuts. A-And when he spooned me earlier ... I could feel each muscle, each breath, and each tick. My heart pounds as I hug myself. It felt like he was going to consume me right then and there.
And I would have been fine with that.
I smack my head against the wall.
Idiot -!
IDIOT -!
IDIOT -!
What am I thinking?! That's sick! Gross! completely off the wall! My blood throbs pleasantly as I remember his hot breath on my ear. Oh man ... I wish I could just curl up and die right here and now. But if I do that there's no telling what he might do to my corpse. Oh man ...
What choice do I have?
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I hesitantly knock on Blood's door hoping he's not in.
"Come in." His voice purrs much to my disappointment. Darn it. I suck in a deep breath and hesitantly enter the room wishing to drop dead. The only thing left for me was a stupid red frilly dress that's way too short for my comfort. Blood gives me a toothy smile as I close the door refusing to meet his gaze. "You look ravishing in that dress."
"Yeah." I mutter. What am I supposed to do now? Just sit here and look pretty? I uneasily eye the tall bookshelves, thinking. "Blood, what do you have on guns?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Maintenance for guns. I want to read up on it a bit." He smiles and sets his feather pen down, beckoning me closer with a curling finger. I keep a careful distance from him as he leads me into a back corner, gesturing over the top shelf which is clearly out of my reach.
"All the books I have on 'maintenance for guns' as you call it is here." I'll bet my violin that he put them all up there in the back corner on the tallest shelf on purpose. He stands back, letting me through to looks at the books. Gosh darn it. "Do you need help?"
"Nope." I say as I stare at the difference in height. This is going to turn out bad I can already tell. And the space is so cramped back here there's hardly enough room for the two of us. I reach up on my tippy toes and barely touch the bottom of the shelf. Come on ... just a little more ... I nearly shriek as Blood presses his body against my back, curling his fingers around my palm as he chuckles.
"These close quarters remind me of the mirror house incident. If I recall, there was also something you couldn't reach in there too." Blood notes with an amused tone.
"S-So? Blood, I've got this so just leave."
"What sort of gentleman would leave a woman to suffer? Here, allow me to help." Blood says as he spins me around to face him and ducks down. I gasp as he wraps his arms around my knees lifting me straight up into the air as if I am nothing but a feather.
The strength of his arms leaves me speechless as I feel his biceps bulge from the smooth effort he puts into carrying me. S-So easily! No matter what it always leaves me dumbfounded comparing the strength of a woman and a man. Screw feminists; men are built differently and are, by nature, stronger. A faint blush covers my cheeks as he jostles me, looking up with a sincere smile.
"Can you reach it now?"
"P-Put me down!" I cry, struggling in his steely armed grasp. My heart sledgehammers against my chest as he jerks me up slightly.
"Not enough? Well, I suppose I can do better then." Blood miffs as he hoists me up high resting my thighs on his shoulders. I grip the shelves, horrified as he holds my hips steady and looks up. "Oh? I see you're still wearing the undergarments I gave you. They look lovely on you, dear."
"Bl-Blood stop it!" I nearly scream, terrified as he gets an eye full of underwear. I struggle in his grasp but with each kick I slide closer. What the hell is this quack thinking?!
"Hm ... you're so soft, Jackie. I honestly imagined you to be a little more tough than this." Blood maliciously teases as he tilted his head, kissing my inner thigh. "And so smooth, too."
"B-Blood, that's just creepy!"
"How so? I'm only telling you as it is." He purrs before nipping my inner thigh. I gasp and fall back smacking into the shelf case.
"Ouch! Blood, stop!" I shout as an unfamiliar heat rips through my body, threatening to rip me in half with savage desires. I-It hurts but it feels ... off. Almost good but in a painful good way.
"Oh? Is this part that sensitive on you?" He remarks before biting harder, pressing my leg closer. I tightly grip his head shoving it back, staring into his widened eyes.
"E-Enough." I heavily pant, trembling as I grip the shelves. He measures my beat red face before grinning. My strength fails me as he returns to the abused spot, running his tongue over the love bite.
"I'm just getting started, kitten. Prepare yourself." He croons as his hands slide over my hips and push my skirt up to my hips.
"No!" I shout, falling back. My face darkens as I shake beneath his electrocuting touch which renders me speechless. My heart thrums against my chest hardly able to take the strange show of twisted affection. A wild, vicious animal tears through my chest making my entire body hurt in a very desirable way. This unfamiliar, alien feeling throbs again and again urging him to continue. I stare at Blood's smile unable to get it out of my head.
I'm so scared.
Both of our heads snap towards the door as a few knocks are heard.
"Blood, there is an emergency that demands your attention." Someone calls out. Blood heavily sighs before suddenly dropping me. I yelp as he catches me in an awkward position, my knees hooking around his shoulders and his arms clasped together behind my back. He chuckles at my distraught back and sets me on the ground, leaning forward.
"Consider that as part of your 'punishment'. Now, I trust that you will think next time before accusing me of such terrible behavior?" W-Wait a minute.
"Blood ... you weren't the one to burn down my house?"
"Of course not. If I did don't you think I would have been there, drinking in your horrified expression as you watch the very walls you live within shrivel up?" He coolly demands, leaning in with all his weight as he nearly crushes me.
"T-Then why didn't you tell me!?" I struggle in the awkward position helplessly watching as he draws close to my face.
"I didn't have the clock to. You were so gun hoe of me burning your house down that I didn't want to kill your rather interesting flame. But next time, kitten, don't try to naively knock my head off. It makes me look bad, being the head of a mafia to have a little girl fighting me. Do we have an understanding?" He asks as he tightly grips beneath my thighs, pressing me further into the awkward bending of my spine. Ow!
"Y-Yes." I humbly mutter, looking away with a faint blush. Dupre can be very scary at times. Just the way he can so smoothly make me flustered and practically destroy my self confidence is amazing. Terrifying, even.
"Good. I'm glad you understand. Now, be a good kitten and stay on the estate until I return. I look forward to having tea with you." He hums, biting the tip of my nose. I cringe back trying not to shrivel up and die. So embarrassing ... just how he can so easily subdue me is ridiculous! Blood stands up, letting my body unfold itself from the terrible position. Ow ow ow ... now my back and stomach hurt like a motha huma.
"I'm sure that this will teach you not to defy me from now on." He says, placing his hat over his ruffled hair. "Well, until I return, then. Adieu~," he hums slipping out of the room.
My breath hitches as I struggle to calm my racing heart. Holy crap that was scary! H-He so easily pinned me down and - and -
What was most terrifying was that he could have done whatever he wanted. Anything, and I would be helpless against him. My heart throbs as I lay there on the floor struggling to collect my senses. Scary ...
Dupre is a scary man -!
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Aw, poor Jackie. Felt bad for her while writing this chapter. Since I posted early I will post the next chapter after 20 REVIEWS for the last chapter and this. Thanks chickadees! I hope you enjoy this!