Disclaimer: He belongs to SM but she's mine.
For my Jester.
It seemed like the drive to V's place took forever this time. When she arrived upstairs there was a rose sitting outside her door. She took a moment to acknowledge and appreciate the floral offering with a sniff before she went inside. In her room, on the table her blindfold waited. She was seated at once with her eyes covered and her shoes off and neatly to the side and waiting when V came in. She waited for him to command her; first her hand to kiss and then for her to rise. She nearly leapt when she did get up, and she was ready for him to lead her out into his apartment when he did something that startled her; V embraced her. Scarlett stood there for several seconds, confused, before she felt the need to embrace him back. She felt his firmness at each point that they were in contact and noted that nothing yielding to her touch. As odd as he felt to her she didn't care, she needed the contact. She was with V now and he'd keep her safe from the outside. It had been a week since her return and V had yet to invite any of his mistresses over for date night. Scarlett contemplated this observation as she stood by the window again, her back against it this time. It must have been a bright day out because even with the blindfold on she could see the light coming though. It was just before lunch and V, from what she could tell was busy working. He'd occasionally pick up the phone and talk quietly while still typing away. That morning she had woken up she had a choice between what she was wearing now or just underwear. She was in the button down dress he set out for her and she was debating if V was upset with her or not; it wasn't like she could see if he was. She did put on the underwear he set out underneath and was seriously considering stripping down to it but the uncertainty of that action was making her nervous. She wasn't shy, and with sex being completely off the contract, she trusted him enough to not try anything but she didn't want to appear starved for attention.
"You seem pensive S," Vladimir rose from his desk and walked over to where she was positioned. "what's on your mind?" Whatever it was must have been of a great concern because in the whole time she had been with him that morning she was occasionally fidgeting and shifting her balance from foot to foot.
"I just, I wasn't sure if you liked what I picked?"
Vladimir was instantly amused with her concern and recognized it as one of the traits he wanted to bring out in her; to please him. "I wouldn't have selected it for you if I didn't think you would look stunning in it S." There was no settling of her nerves with his response. "Did you consider I wanted you to put both on?" There it was, Scarlett's tension melted away before him. "I had planned to have you positioned differently so I may enjoy you in a more provocative pose later so I may see what you're wearing underneath but if that's not agreeable to you..."
"I don't mind." She startled herself in her quick response because her mind had already wandered off as she was listening to V's voice and how it felt on her spine. She hesitated a bit, "If you want we can now?"
'Excellent' Vladimir thought; she was eager to please him and he'd exploit it as best as he could. "As you wish my dear." His hands found hers and he held them as he walked backwards, watching her as he went. "In your room I'm leaving a guide and a notebook ...I'd like you to practice your penmanship. Your request to me was nearly illegible but I seemed to have pulled what you meant from your scribbles." She tensed up as he brought her to a stop. "If I understood it correctly you wish to be present when I entertain my, h'm, guests?" There was a timid nod and Scarlett's heart was beating rapidly. "I don't see a problem with it and I'm fairly certain my guests might be intrigued by your presence." He stopped and released her hands to guide his fingers up her arm and across her collarbone and down to the top button on her dress. One, two three buttons were released without her even flinching; he was smirking at her willingness and his success. "Sit and lay back and on your side please S." She complied better than a trained professional; he was right about her, he loved being right, as much as she disliked a task she found satisfaction in appeasing people but the question remained, did she really dislike this particular task. Once Scarlett had settled herself into a comfortable position, her bra was properly exposed, he only needed to fold back the open flap of the dress. "Lovely." Her breasts didn't need the assistance of the bra but it did frame them beautifully and keep them still. He moved her arm that was underneath her up so it was bent under her head and the other one grasped the dress he had gathered up to expose her leg as far up as the edge of her panties. He stepped back to admire her, his prize. "I planned on having someone over tonight and if you're willing, you could certainly help the mood by wearing less and letting me pose you mock tied up?" She gave him another nod.
He'd allow her to stay. That was more than she expected, as she recalled, she requested to stay and not that she'd forbid him to have dates over; not that she thought she had that power over him. She sighed softly, it'd be lunch time soon and then a whole afternoon of more lounging about. She was getting lonely but the alternative would have her going out most nights with different men or she'd be back at the restaurant on her feet all day dealing with irritating people that would never be satisfied no matter how hard she tried. Scarlett decided she preferred being laid down, V thankfully, still never had her wearing shoes and she often wondered if he was barefooted as well. She'd try to get a peek or ask him when it was lunch time & he'd be in a more talkative mood. She heard the door opening and the cart that held her lunch and it was in that instant the hand that was holding her gathered up dress tossed it over herself and she covered up her chest. The next few moments she spent in pure fear. He did allow her to move but she then heard two tiches from him. Once her lunch was set out she waited, and waited; he was going to make her wait for her indiscretion. Her appetite left her as she waited in the dead silence.
Vladimir could detect her turning mood and see her slight trembling. Today was going to be a very telling day he thought. When he finally did rise to loom over her he stood there for some time. "Why?" The word hung there for some time.
"I..." Scarlett knew it'd have to be the truth. "didn't want them to see me. Just you." She felt her face burning; she was upset but it was the truth.
"Stand up S" She rose up, still trembling. He liked her answer, loved it actually so he wrapped his arms around her and breathed her in. "It's not fair that you know how selfish I am of you that I wouldn't want just anyone, especially the help, seeing you." He held her until her heart calmed its rapid pace and then lead her to sit and remove her blindfold. He let her eat in peace for several moments before he started speaking again. "Would you prefer lace, silk or leather tonight?"
Scarlett felt like she nearly died a few times already today and with his date tonight he was asking her what she wanted to wear? "I'm not sure but I'd think leather on me would make it look like I'm hardened I think." There was a humph sound behind her. "Silk is so flimsy and unflattering, h'm. Lace, yes lace would be ideal. It's flexible, fitting and the variety of styles it comes in is so diverse that you'd need me for a few years to try them all on for you." She felt his fingers at her neck brushing her hair to the side and his breath on her shoulder.
"Are you offering S because I'd gladly take you up on it." Vladimir pressed his lips to her neck, so tender, his evil surfaced and he knew he couldn't put off feeding tonight. He was backing himself away and about to lift his hand from Scarlett's shoulder where he had rested it when she whispered 'Leave it there.' This was different, she had managed in three words to startle him slightly. He kept his hand there, rubbed his thumb on the back of her neck carefully and occasionally squeezed her shoulder slightly. When he heard a short soft hum from her, his other hand went up to do the same to other shoulder. Before long she had stopped eating and because of his careful massaging she was breathing irregularly and making the most delicious sounds. "If you'd like, I could do this again S?" He had asked himself a few times over how this human was manipulating him into serving her without any overbearing effort when he was the one in command.
Scarlett didn't think she was a sucker for anything but since being in V's company the list kept getting getting added on to, and this was the newest item. "Yes." She swallowed hard. "I'd like that very much." The blindfold appeared on her lap a few moments later and she lifted it up so V could tie it off. She was so relaxed that he could strip her down nothing and she wouldn't care. He did have her lay back down, on her back this time with both her arms up, a knee bent and resting on the back of the couch, other foot on the ground. Another button was popped open and there she was left with still the most ridiculous grin on her face. Life could be worse she thought, but now, it was so very good. She didn't get a look at his feet, the man distracted her something awful with his neck and shoulder massage. She tried not to think of what she looked like at the moment, probably disheveled, or what he was going to put her in for tonight for the date but she was intensely curious if the V or his date would truly not mind her presence if things when the way they normally did.
It was almost time. He had instructed Scarlett to be ready at nine o'clock sharp kneeling in her place, where he'd set out her blindfold and bindings for her to find once she exited her room on her own. He admitted to himself that he was more excited to see her then rip into the vein on his dates neck. He'd welcome the silence though, his meal that night was a chatty one; she hadn't shut up since he got her into his car. Scarlett was quiet, he liked that quality now more than ever and he didn't have to ask her to be so ether. The elevator doors opened and he led her out, Lisa was her name and he'd be sure to remember it as he plied her to his will. 'My gawd just look at this place.' Vladimir's eyes darted to where Scarlett was kneeling. Perfection, pure and simple. "Yes, it's been recently remodeled. Drink?" 'Anything liquor will be fine.' "I'm sorry I don't have any spirits on hand, there are no drinkers for it who live here." He noticed Scarlett's little triumphant smirk. 'Water then, and make sure it's cold.' Scarlett huffed at Lisa's boldness and Vladimir adored her for it. "I'll see what I can do. If you please don't touch my living art over there," He gestured to where Scarlett was kneeling. "I don't wish her to be cross with me and quit." 'Oh. Uh huh sure thing.' The woman wandered over to the window and started marking it up with her fingerprints as she looked out at the view. He fetched the water and brought it to her. "Lovely isn't it?" Lisa shrugged, almost indifferent to the view. 'It's alright.' She took a drink from her glass. Compliments weren't going to make things move along with her and in truth she deserved none. He whispered in her ear, invoking every ounce of his seductive talents. "Where would you like me to take you Lisa." His voice was powerful to the weak minded and this girl was no different. When she turned to face him he kissed her deeply and she was his, mind and body. She nearly didn't get out the word 'couch' before she dove back on to his lips. He had her propped up on the closest couch and stripped down in seconds. Worn out undergarments were a turnoff to him but his view, his Scarlett at the corner of his eye was more than enough inspiration. He wasted no time or words before he pushed his member into her and started pumping. Lisa was crying out in pleasure instantly and her blood was feverish in her veins. It was Scarlett's drawing in of her lips then licking them that made Vladimir release violently; nothing else. He contained his growls at his lack of control and had Lisa spun around bent over the back of the couch in a second. Lisa didn't care about the switch, she hardly took notice as he was back inside her pumping her hard and fast until she screamed out. 'Fuck me. Another... gawd please.' He hardly stopped at her orgasm and kept pushing in and out of her, all the time watching his Scarlett's breathing increase and her skin blush. How he wanted her, in this woman's place, so badly. Lisa screamed out again and as she came undone. He drew her up straight and with one hand over her mouth sunk his teeth into her neck, moaning loudly as the heated blood raced into his mouth and rushed down his parched throat. It didn't take long for her to grow limp and expire in his arms. He enjoyed her now, silent and dead; her purpose was served. "I'm sorry Lisa," He licked his lips and the bit of stray blood that seeped from her. "I'm afraid you're going to need to go. I'm not in a habit of having my women sleep over. I'll see you to the car." He gathered her things after zipping himself up. "You were a pleasure and I'll see you again, sometime, if you're up for another round." Vladimir glanced over to Scarlett but he couldn't tell what her mood was, she was perfectly still with her chin up and her hands convincingly bound resting on her lap. "S, I'll just be just a few moments and I'll be back to bring you to your room." Her head gave a slight nod. Vladimir had the body disposed of and was back to his place in less that five minutes. He made a point of washing his hands and changing into fresh clothes; he'd shower once Scarlett was in bed. As he approached her he kneeled down on a knee to look at her, making enough noise to let her know he was near. The new blood in his system had brought a sense of calm over him as he observed her. He had directed her to kneel, her bottom on her feet, and wrists bound, hands open and resting on her lap. She knew to keep her shoulders back, chest out, perfect posture and chin up as he preferred without him needing to ask. The pink blushed coloured lace complimented Scarlett's completion and the low dipping curve of the bra exposed a good portion of her rounded breasts. "You look stunning S. I couldn't say that in front of her but know that you are. Stand please." He rose up with her and with a hand steadied her; she had been in this pose for over an hour and was stiff. His eyes went down to her panties; the lace contouring around every curve and rippled slightly along her folds. The tight weave of the lace, to make Scarlett more confident in wearing it, prevented him from seeing through it but he was certain she was bare underneath it and the thought made him ridged again. He got her to her room and had a very good look at her again before he kissed each of her hands goodnight. He'd need to go out again to settle his nerves and start thinking up a new contract for her for the following month.
Scarlett felt like she could start breathing again once she was alone. She undid her hands and pulled the blindfold off. She asked herself if what she had just witnessed, heard, was it what she had expected. There was a reserve in her, some pent up emotion in her gut but she couldn't quite spell out what it was. This girl was a new one from what little conversation she heard and easy, so very easy to entice. She wondered if Liz knew how V liked a sure thing and that's why she told her not to engage in anything sexual; even if it was spelled out in the contract there wasn't anything in there that prevented her from initiating. She felt a bit too warm and somehow dirty, she needed to have a shower so she took the only two items she had on off and headed towards the shower.
Vladimir didn't leave until he was sure Scarlett was sound asleep; he didn't want to miss any stray thoughts she may inadvertently voice. There were none; she was as silent as she always was. His quick descent down to the parade was spent in deep thought; he wasn't sure if she'd be willing to present again or if the events of the evening repulsed her enough to be absent for the next one or several. He didn't care, "I don't care." saying it made him believe it himself a little more but not quite. She could be there, she could not, but one thing was for sure he wasn't going to change his habits for her. Within minutes he was at his destination and greedily pulling on another open vein. Thirst was thirst and it was being ruthless to him tonight. The morning came and he was waiting impatiently for Scarlett to wake, go through her morning routine and be waiting for him; he wasn't convinced she made it through the evening's events unscathed. When he fetched her, her mood seemed somber. For the next several hours, when she was posed, her posture was slumped slightly and he noted how she struggled to keep her chin from falling. He didn't like seeing her this way, it bothered him and it certainly wouldn't help him to achieve his objective. "Are you tired S?" Scarlet shook her head. "Upset about last night?" He rose up from his desk and slowly made his way over to her. She just gave a shrug; avoiding speaking wouldn't satisfy him, she knew that. "I suggest you not be because she was nothing to me unlike yourself." He let his fingers glide up her arm. "I'd rather not think of you that way S, I'd never want to feel or think you were that disposable to me." His fingers settled on her throat over her jugular vein. "If it upsets you so I will not allow you to be present."
"No. I. I still would like to be please." Was she that obvious in showing her disappointment? Probably. She was asking herself repeatedly what she thought would happen being present for V's dates, well, having a whore over. "Will you still let me?" He had taken her into his arms and try as she did she didn't want to break herself free from him; on the contrary, she embraced him back.
Vladimir felt a shift in her but was uncertain if it was to his benefit or not. "I will let you but I will not if this is going to be your mood the next day as you're not as radiant as you normally are." Her head settled against his chest and he didn't dare move. There was a light knock at the door and then it opened; Scarlett's lunch had arrived. He kept his back turned to the attendant and Scarlet shielded from their gaze; she was decently dressed but he wanted to keep her to himself in that moment.
Scarlett considered it. He would let her be there but not if she'd be upset over it after. He didn't want to have sex with her but her trotting around half naked was fine. She meant something to him, but what; he liked her? No. Not possible, not if he intended to continue having his 'date' nights. It was so confusing. She felt him pull away and lead her to the table to sit. She waited for him to settle in behind her and remove her eye covering. The room was remarkably dark that day, the light shining in from the windows was dim; clouds were visible, it might have rained recently. The food before her was as splendid as it always was but it wasn't inspiring her appetite. She ate it; he didn't like it when she didn't finish and her stomach would rumble. He wasn't touching her now and she was at odds if she wanted him to be or not so she cast her gaze down to the ground in an attempt to see his feet and if he wore shoes. She thought she almost spotted them but a quick loud snap of his fingers near her ear startled her back to an upright position looking forward. She heard two 'tiches' then a chuckle.
"Did you think I'd be lenient on you even if you were in a mood my dear?" Her head shook and she resumed to eat, slowly. Despite his amusement he felt a wedge had formed between them. "What is it that you were attempting to see?" She remained quiet, almost fearful it seemed, for several moments.
"It's just that you're so quiet when you walk, I wondered if you wore shoes." Scarlett thought about how stupid she sounded, so stupid asking it, even to think it. She wanted the blindfold back on and to not be talking, defeat and embarrassment engulfed her.
Vladimir almost laughed out at what he just heard and had to remind himself of Scarlett's complete ignorance to him, his nature and his habits. Comparatively, she was just a mere infant to his years and a woman with deeply running emotions so he kept his amusement to himself. Her feelings were never to be hurt. "That's a very astute observation my dear. I generally don't if I'm not expecting guests. Please do keep eating, you're not finished yet S." He didn't like her being so upset, it hung like a cloud over her. "Tell me, did you explore the place before I arrived home last night?" He knew she did, he could detect her scent in a few places; there was a nod. "Well what did you think? I know I don't give you much of a view when you are eating."
"It's still very nice, cold, I liked the view outside, the lights of the city were pretty. Your desk is very big." She shrugged. "And tidy. It doesn't look like you use it at all." She took a few bites of her fruit salad and thought about how she creeped around the place in nothing but her underwear last night; it made her smirk inside. "I don't think I'll ever see such an organized closet again in my life." He chuckled behind her; he didn't sound like he minded her snooping. "I'm curious about the contacts but whatever, some girls like glasses." Scarlett chased a grape around the bowl before spearing it. "If your next date is that chatty do me a favor and muzzle her. That was so annoying, I was rolling my eyes the whole time. She was very rude." There. She was glad she said it but it wasn't satisfied that it wasn't what she was upset over. There was more chuckling behind her and his arm went around her middle and his lips brushed the back of her neck. She felt better though; he wasn't upset and he was holding her. She looked down, as best as she could, so he couldn't tell so she could see his hand; it looked pale. She didn't care about it and recalled the little bit of him she did see in the restaurant. "You asked me once, I think it was you, who I was." She felt a nod and heard an affirmative sound. She put her fork down and rested her arm over his, her hand on his so he wouldn't move it away. "I didn't actually know." She sighed. "I'm talking too much again, I'll be quiet."
Vladimir liked how quiet Scarlett was when she spoke, it was endearing that when she did speak even her words weren't harsh. Lisa was rude to him and, with only her sense of hearing, Scarlett picked up on it. "I like listening when you speak S. There is substance there that I find very interesting." Vladimir straightened himself up closer behind her, he didn't dare move away as he did have a better view down her top as well.
Scarlett was done eating now, she felt like a mixed bundle of emotions and didn't want to blurt out something stupid again. "It scared me not knowing who I was. I thought I did know but no one had ever asked me before. I still don't know. I've been looking for an answer since then and realized that I've been on an automatic mode for so long that I don't know how to function any differently. Does that make any sense?" There was an affirmative sound behind her and she felt another kiss on her neck. New favorite list item, right there. "I've been on my own since I was eighteen. I never met my father and my mother was a substance abuser. I knew I wanted out of that place and I think that was the last time I was sure of anything. I fell in with the wrong guy, and you know how that turned out. I guess I just switched off or rather into survival mode. No one cared to ask me if I was okay or if there was anything I wanted, they just wanted to use me." Scarlett sighed deeply. "Your living art is flawed V. I'm sorry."
"We all have our flaws S. Mine are grave but I certainly don't allow them to hold me back from the things I want to do or desire." He inhaled her scent deeply within his body and noted how she smelled of the fruit she just ate radiating off of her skin. "Survival drives us all S, its in our nature and to deny it is to be ignorant of our true selves." Scarlett's fingers were rubbing his and the simple contact was making him want to keep talking so she wouldn't stop. "In my many years I've taken comfort in having a brother who is much like myself and we found ways to live as well as survive. We can have anything we want, nothing is out of our price range. Stefan loves the theater and has financed dozens of schools across many countries to foster talent that might otherwise go un-found. I love literature, the arts and the beauty that only nature can accomplish. It's how we live as well as survive and get on with our lives." How he wished he could take her to a museum or to watch the sunrise with her on a tropical island. "I know my art S and you are not flawed. Your experiences have only added to your depth and in there you will find yourself, one day." He gave her another soft squeeze and held it for several moments before he slipped his arm out from around her. He sensed she was done eating so he retrieved the blindfold and put it on her. His original intent of the blindfold was to make her more brave around him, not let his appearance hinder her responses but now it served another purpose; it allowed her solitude to explore herself which she desperately needed to do. He took her from the table to where he wanted her next, laying down on a couch near his desk; he wanted her close to him. After instructing her to 'Just be comfortable.' he got back to work with his correspondences and research. His and Stefan's empire needed constant tending and the few moments either of them took away needed to be accounted for. Scarlett's beating heart by his side set Vladimir's pace and after a while he noticed how focused she was on him. "Are you alright S? Do you need a break or anything?"
Scarlett shook her head. "No, I'm good. I just was noting how you're a very fast typer." She imagined she could feel him smirking at her and her mind wandered off to what else his strong and incredibly quick fingers could do but then she had to stop herself and made a note to think about it later, alone. "And so very quiet when you work. You don't even hum or anything." She shrugged and rolled on to her back from her side and stretched her legs out and cross them over one another.
"I like the quiet S but please don't let that stop you from speaking. If you turn into a chatter box I may need to muzzle you though." Her head turned to him and there was the crease on her forehead and a slight frown that made Vladimir smirk. "Never without your permission of course S." Her head turned back to facing up and she looked like she was pondering it and then huffed. It must have been a 'No.' to the suggestion he thought and he resumed his typing but was smirking the whole time. He didn't think he would want to stop her speaking, she had always been thoughtful in everything she said and if she should ever submit herself to him he'd want to hear every delicious sound she made for him. His eyes were back on her and his typing stopped; his evil nature wanted to take over. "I wish to have someone over again tonight S, do you wish to be present?" She nodded and seemed indifferent to the proposal. "I very much liked what I had you in last night. Would something similar be acceptable to you?" She nodded and said 'Yes' softly. He hoped, now after having been present for one date, as she called it, she would be better able to brush off all the next ones she would be present at. He allowed her to have dinner alone, much to his dislike as he was still feeling that they had overcome a hurdle at her lunch meal but she needed a little bit of time alone. He'd be back at nine, sharp, she would be ready for him as before kneeling in a bound state; his eagerness just to see that was bubbling up inside of him that he was getting giddy. His date that night was called Jenna, a professional of sorts that was taking clientele on the side and off the books. Vladimir didn't like deceit and it made him appreciate Scarlett's honesty all that much more. He glanced over to her, Jenna; her wrists were scarred slightly and he imagined that the rest of her body held similar markings from other encounters she's had. Once the elevator came to a stop Vladimir gave the time a quick check and listened to confirm Scarlett was in place behind the door before he opened it and allowed Jenna to step inside before him. 'Damn fine place you have here. You must be a bachelor...oh.' She had noticed Scarlett. 'Mm yummy. Please tell me she's joining us.' Vladimir gave a titch. "She's not for you my dear. S is my living art and only for me to enjoy." Jenna seemed disappointed but didn't press the matter. He'd never share her with anyone, his nature would never allow it; he was selfish and jealous of his things. "Excuse me for a moment Jenna, I need to attend to a call I forgot to make. Please make yourself comfortable and if you'd be so kind don't touch S." Jenna nodded and he went off to the bedroom where he had a hunch Scarlett had been. Upon entering he detected her scent and smirked as he looked around to see how inquisitive she was. Nothing was touched, not even the matching necklace to Scarlett's bracelet he had set out for her to see. He knew she saw it, the footprints on the ground before it told him she spent a good deal of time looking at it. He wanted to give it to her that morning but her mood was so ill that he decided against it. She touched his bed; the soft mark of a hand gliding over the surface of his bedspread was clear. His phone rang in the next moment and he picked it up quickly as he and Stefan were waiting on a market to open around the globe. He walked around his room as he talked, inspecting it and it was then he overheard Jenna speaking to Scarlett ever so quietly. He spoke with Stefan as he needed to and listened to the two women speaking.
Once he'd left Scarlett for the evening she was in a state of pep talking herself the whole time. She wanted to do better than last night, she wanted not to care what or who V did. She reminded herself that it was better he took out his sexual frustrations on other women because there was no way in hell she'd be paid to have sex with him blindfolded. Him being sexualy frustrated over her, the fib she told herself made her feel a little better, stronger for the whole ordeal she was going to be going though. She had given herself more time to creep around the place this time; V didn't seem to mind it last time. She started with his room and had a good look around. She imagined he did the same when he came into hers when she was asleep so it was fair game after all. The necklace that was set out she noticed immediately, it wasn't there the night before and she had to stop herself from touching it once she realized it was a test; V was testing her. She wanted it but not because it was worth a lot but because of what it represented. She hoped to earn it as she did the bracelet but it was beyond her how she could at that moment. She'd be perfect tonight she thought, but not for just to get the gift but because she wanted to be; for him. She set herself in place five minutes before she was told to to settle her nerves and make sure she was perfect for him. Her hearing had improved so much so that she heard the elevator outside opening and then the door being opened. Silence was golden; she appreciated it now. She listened to them enter and the few words between them before he left her with the whore. Scarlett did hear the phone ring in the distance and she also heard Jenna approach her and whisper to her ever so quietly.
"I'll be in your place tomorrow night and your ass will hit the street so fast that your head will be spinning. Art my ass."
Scarlett smirked at her and whispered back. "You think that if you like, but he will use you and dump you within two hours, if you're lucky enough to survive that long." Scarlett thought she could actually feel the hatred coming off of her. "He's got quite the appetite and I highly doubt you'll be any different from the others." Scarlett knew she was superior to this Jenna girl, V wanted her and after their talk today at lunch she felt in her heart that he did care for her on some level.
Jenna puffed at her. "Tell you one thing, once they go red they never take anyone else to bed blondy."
Scarlett smirked. "He will wash your filth off of himself before he dares to touch me to take me to bed tonight. You're just the appetizer whore." That did it, Jenna was seething mad and Scarlett, even without her eyes could sense it in her breathing and huffs. She wanted to laugh out so badly but re-centered herself when she thought she heard V come back into the main room.
"S? Did Jenna touch you at all?" Scarlett's head shook and he was satisfied with the response. He was angered though, he did hear every word Jenna spoke to her and for this woman to even think she came close to what he desired was irritating. His voice softened, "Jenna, can I offer you a drink?" Jenna was frustrated at what S had told her, he could tell, but Vladimir did admire S's arrogant replies and choice of words; how they would be ringing true to the last letter; she'd never know. 'Anything is fine, thanks.' Jenna quickly turned herself to face him as she tried to mask her anger. 'Are you sure S can't join us, I mean there are things I'm sure she could learn from me that'd you'd like?' As intrigued as Vladimir was at what this woman thought she knew; his knowledge would surely surpass it. "No, I shall have you all to myself tonight." He handed her the glass of water he had fetched her. "The view is quite lovely out tonight and you can see for a great distance since the fog has cleared." He lead her away from his S and once Jenna was turned towards the windows he took note of how S looked. He stiffened at the sight of her and the champagne colored lace she was in; how he longed to rip it off her body just then. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Simply stunning S. Perfect." and was turned before Jenna had even noticed.
Scarlett was grinning pretty hard on the inside; more so than she was willing to show. In a way V stood up for her, her contract terms by not even daring to ask her if she wanted to join in even though the answer would have been 'no'. She listened to them across the room from her spot and wondered how easy Jenna was going to succumb to him. No sooner than she thought it she heard a little commotion and Jenna moaning out; Scarlett rolled her eyes. Pathetically easy, did these women really think being that way would win him over? He can have anything, as he said, and they giving them what he wanted so easily wasn't a challenge at all. Jenna's moans became muffled suddenly and Scarlett realized he had gagged her in some way as the thumping of whatever they were on grew in intensity. She rubbed her bound hands that were resting on her lap to distract her from the mental picture that was forming in her mind and then she heard V grunt out in satisfaction but he still kept going. Scarlett licked her lips just then and V then blurted out something in another language as Jenna cried out from her gag. It then occurred to Scarlett that he was watching her the whole time, not paying too much attention to the whore; she smirked, her ego was blazing now. There was a pause and she heard V command Jenna to her knees and then sounds of sucking as well as sound of her protests for the change of position. Scarlett hated this woman even more now so she drew the hollows of her cheeks in, puckering her lips in and then as she lifted her chin up an inch higher as she made a deep swallowing sound and motion. There was another growl from V and she could have sworn he said 'vixen' under his breath before he ordered Jenna to stand back up. She pictured that he had Jenna up against something more solid because there were fewer thumping sounds but still wondered if V was watching her. Scarlett could feel her jealousy brewing up inside of her now and she didn't want Jenna to get any satisfaction from him; she wanted him to herself, to hold her, read to her and kiss her so deeply that it made her world spin. It was that that motivated her next move. She slowly moved her bound hands that were back resting on her lap up to her tummy and then to her breasts to hold and rub them. She knew she could do a better job of it if they weren't tied but he liked the illusion so she kept the binding on as she then moved them up to her neck and dropped her head back slightly. What V must have seen must have set him off so much so that all Scarlett heard was a loud snap and then silence. The seconds that passed seemed like hours as she waited to hear anything, anything at all. Jenna was dead silent. The unsettling void of noise suddenly sent a streak of terror though her and with her hands so close to her eyes she pulled the blindfold off to see what had happened. Scarlett's heart stopped for a second and then started racing at the sight before her. V's deep red eyes pierced hers and her soul as he remained latched onto Jenna's neck. Jenna's naked body hung limply in his hold and her long hair, a similar fiery red similar to V's eyes was tousled about and a bunch of it was wound in such a way around her head that it was what was muzzling her sounds. The terror that was building in Scarlett started to magnify as the adrenaline started to flow easily. There was blood on V's lips? She wanted to run, hide, just get away from him and be safe. His eyes dropped from hers and it was then when she got up and bolted back to her room. First she tried her outside door but without a key card it wouldn't open; the elevator wouldn't work either, there were no emergency stairs that she had noticed from her earlier investigating about. She knew she was trapped. Hide! She bolted to her closet and huddled in the corner as she broke down in tears; seeing the scene before her over and over again and this time she was sure there was blood on V'd lips and more details were coming to the surface; be it that they were there or not. The sharp contrast from whom she had built up V to be in her mind and what she had just seen were too much; the tears keep falling and her sobs grew as the time passed. She felt like she was waiting for him now, to find her and do the same to her; kill her. More time passed but was it a few seconds or minutes, there was no way of knowing and she wasn't going to go out to find out. Her mind raced as she felt like she then was paralyzed by fear 'V, vampire. No, not possible. They didn't exist. Monster. Murderer. How many had he killed that she heard. Five. Ten? They don't exist. How?'
Nice words are nice. The next chapter has been thought out but not written. The next two chapters have been written out so they will be tuned as Chapter 6 evolves.
I've read back over the previous chapters and I'm SO freaking sorry for all the mistakes .