It was easy enough to shake off. She went through her defenses quickly before actually smiling for him. After that short moment he was so confident in his abilities that he had never affected her, even that little again. It was part of her game. She did everything he wanted, when he wanted, while subtlety twisting his wishes into hers. A small suggestion here, a bit of a sexy pout there. She may not have any natural resistance to House Dukart and their Domination, but she was a few hundred years old, and you don’t survive that long as a vampire without learning a few tricks of your own.

  She pleasured him in all the right ways, but in a flash of impatience she decided to assert herself and didn’t finish him right away, she teased him instead.

  “Mmmm hey, what did I say about teasing? I don’t like teasing. Finish, girl.”

  Silvia knew the razor’s edge she was walking. If she resisted too much, he would try to reassert his domination over her. And one thing she knew about guys, is that when they feel like they are being played by a girl, they get pissed. And nothing quite focuses a man except his anger at a woman who he felt spurned her.

  She continued slowly, not teasing, but not quite obeying him either. She needed him right on the edge. “Baby, you promised,” she said with a bit of a lust filled pout.

  He reached down and gripped her hair hard, “I never promised you anything, now do your job, slut.”

  “Mmmm yes Master, of course Master,” she let herself be guided by his hand till he relaxed his grip. She tried another tactic, “You know baby, I have never been so hot as when my last boyfriend took me to his job and fucked me on his bosses’ desk.” She closed her eyes and licked her lips slowly, “God, it was amazing.”

  He looked down at her, “You never told me that story, bitch. What was his name?”

  Silvia smiled, “oh that doesn’t matter, Master. I’m yours now.” She continued administering to him and his body.

  The blond on the sofa didn’t relax back onto the sofa like before. He was tense and she could feel his eyes boring into the wall across from him. Silvia hid a slight smile. She had planted the seed, now it was only a matter of time.

  “Was he better than me?” he asked suddenly.

  “No, Master. No one is as good as you Master,” Silvia replied easily in a bit of a monotone, just like he had ‘taught’ her too.

  “Then why did you say that you had never been as hot as when you were with your ex?” The blond asked, his voice dripping with suspicion and anger.

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  Silvia almost broke character as she felt a very real tendril of fear slowly slide itself up the back of her neck. She glanced up at the guy on the couch and he was staring down at her hard. She knew what he was trying to do and she could feel all the arousal was gone from his mind. He was focused.

  “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me. All I could think of was what you would do to me on your bosses’ desk. I could see us there, and feel you do all those amazing things to me. I wasn’t thinking about my ex. I only have room in my heart for you, Master.” She might be laying it on a little thick, but she would rather err on the side of sniveling submission, then get herself in over her head, even with such a weak newborn vampire as this.

  The blond stared down at her, studying her face and eyes as she spoke. He clenched his jaw, then swung his head to the side cracking his neck. He gazed down hard at her, his blue eyes slowly filling Silvia’s vision, “Tell me my name, slut.”

  Silvia was staring into those beautiful blue eyes. She didn’t want to look anywhere else. He was so gorgeous and so commanding. It was right for her to be on her knees in front of him. His name, he wanted her to tell him his name. The word rose unbidden to her mind, Master. The word whispered so seductively upon her mind. It caressed her consciousness and made everything feel good. She wanted to answer him; she had to answer him.

  In the dark void where that word slid along her psyche with such seductive power, where she had no choice but to speak it, a rapier flashed from out of nowhere and slashed the word in half.

  Silvia was looking up at her mark. She was not the target here; he was her mark. Her mental defenses protected her and she was able to break the hold that he had managed to get on her momentarily. She had to play the part; she had to get what she came for. She was her own person, and this was just a game. A game that she intended to win.

  “Master, you are my Master,” Silvia replied smoothly and evenly. Her voice gave away none of the disgust that she felt for this clown. She knew full well that Seth would buy everything that she was selling.

  Seth nodded and leaned back against the couch, “That’s right slut, now finish what you were doing.”

  Silvia nodded and smiled up at him gratefully. While she finished with him, she let her mind fill with images of her sword, piercing his heart, slicing his neck open, cutting off his legs. Maybe torturing him by cutting off one leg, letting it heal and grow back, then cutting off the other, and let him hobble around a bit as punishment. That would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. When she was finished taking care of him, she knelt beside her master.

  “That’s a good girl, slut,” Seth turned on the tv. “Now get in your cage and stay there till I come get you. You’ve been a bad girl today.”

  It took every ounce of control and will power that she had not to just jump the guy and kill him right then and there. She meekly obeyed though. Simon was counting on her to get this job done. There wasn’t a man alive that had been able to keep from her what she was after, and Seth would be no different. She had planted the seeds of jealousy and there was no greater motivator of men, or women for that matter, than jealousy.

  She would sleep in the cage. She would play the part. She wasn’t done with Seth yet. But if he pushed her too much more, she would kill him, without hesitation.