His Slave

**Natalie POV**

Five seconds…Five! That was how long he'd seen me and given me a hickey. All based on how I was dressed! I saw the hunger and jealousy flicker on his face, but there was no reason to do that again! Last night hadn't disappeared yet either!
Thankfully, Jacob and Lydia both were turned away. They were engrossed in whatever conversation they were having. I'd thought maybe they hadn't witnessed it. One snarky comment from Lydia about not giving up proved me wrong.
Anyway, if anyone should have been worried, it was me! Trevor wore no shirt, displaying his ripped chest and muscles. The pants he wore were loose near the waist. Any woman could rip the thin rope off and take what's mine! I should be making a deal with him, so he wears my aura mixed with his. My mark should be working a path from his hand to his heart.
*Mine!*
Intertwining our fingers, Trevor brought me back to our group. So began our trip to the outer city. We stayed behind Jacob and Lydia since he knew the way. I'd rarely left the castle in the past years. Certainly, I'd never ventured to the outer city.
"I miss cars."
Lydia lifted an eyebrow. "What are cars love?"
I stifled a growl and shook the ground under her just a bit to make her stumble. Trevor snickered and waggled his index finger at me. "Anywho, when I get back, I will buy a brand new one. A real speed animal!" Longing filled his words.
He was homesick? Like the other elementals here, I was happy to be away from the hell the demon lords put us through. It was hard to remember much prior to that night. But I tried to take my mind back there. Back when I was happy and myself.
"I miss the crisp night air on paved, well-lit streets just shy of closing time. Mom had taken me to a large outdoor mall like a mini town. The fountain at the mall's center gave a wonderful mist. Lights reflected off the water, making it sparkle beautifully, ya know. There was this little fancy diner we would pass close to the fountain. It had lights on these white see-through sheets around the entire restaurant. The door was decorated in soft blue lights. Ya know, I told mom I would come back with a loving boyfriend and eat there till I was fat. He would roll me out through the lights back to the car. Er, are you okay, Tre-"
He pinned me to a tree and kissed me out of breath. Against my lips, he groaned, "so damn cute."
I was losing myself in a sea of green when Jacob griped, "feel like a third wheel on a mission I was ASKED to join."
Lydia muttered, "liked her better with the invisible muzzle," and picked up the pace.
Trevor pulled me back to our little group since their backs were disappearing ahead of us so quickly. "Had to make sure she could naturally handle me close to her. It's the only way this will work. Maybe do the same with Lydia?"
In response, Lydia took Jacob's hand. Swiftly the unsuspecting Jacob was groping the Princess of Krennan's butt. He pinched between his eyebrows in an old man fashion, but his hand stayed where she placed it. Good for him. The stable boy deserved some action.
A burst of refreshing wind blew my long hair back. Jealous-Trevor retrieved the blown locks and placed them back over my cleavage. He really despised the idea of men looking at me in lust.
Jacob tsked, "we'll be there soon. You can't act like a strict father. The only cover for our women I was able to plan was us trying to present new stock/sirens." He gave air quotes over our titles. "The girls are proving their worth to be sold."
"I'll be your strict Daddy."
Idiot! My body was heating up, just repeating the words mentally. Ignoring the tingles in my nether region was becoming increasingly difficult. Knowing he was about to have free reign over my body didn't help. All I would be able to do is bite my lip and endure his teasing like a slave.
His face turned serious as we entered Low City. Trevor ground his teeth behind an uneasy smile, much like Aileen's, when flashing me my family tree. "You'll have to display your skills. It'll give us a chance to talk to the owner too. Chances are, the man who forced Izzy will be there with a different girl to not piss off the owner. Seen it way too many times."
I gulped, "display?"
"Oh, don't do that one-word shit now. We all know you have the mouth of Pinkon, the too talkative goat." She paused, waiting for, I'm assuming, applause of some kind. "Seriously, none of you know the story? Never thought I'd miss fecking Aileen!"
We were all stunned. Refined and sophisticated, Lydia's cussing wasn't what got us. It was the relaxed expression she had strolling confidently, with a man stroking her butt, saying what she pleased. Contrary to her appearance at the banquet and with Recarad, the princess acted well free. Ironic since we're going to 'sold.'
We neared what they called a bar. In reality, it looked like a hobbit hole with no windows and carved into a hill. Off to both sides of the door were cylinder-shaped boulders. Bars were painted the same shade as the hill near each one's center. Odd for a popular brothel to feel a need to disguise its business building. Neither of the men was puzzled by the choice of location or camouflage. Of course not; according to Aileen, this was common for them back in our dimension.
Trevor released my hand and tightly yanked on my arm. "Last chance. Once we enter, you're my pet. Men will be eye fucking you, and I won't be able to beat them bloody; at first."
"Yes, I'll be fine, and ya know not fight them; at first."
Jacob swatted at the princess's ass. "Trevor, you go first with Nats. Do the talking, show your girl. Hopefully, we can get a demonstration slot after the fake Izzy."
Men watching me…
Trevor yanked on my arm again. "Let's go bitch." He sounded agitated.
Then again, so was I. Jacob was right having Trevor go first. The men would have a keen sense for wealth and power. What had me on edge was the women would too. I'd be hard-pressed to keep the blood lust from taking over me. Demons are possessive, and we don't share our true loves.
A few feet from the bar, I whispered in his ear, "Every instinct in me is screaming to give you my demon's mark. No girl will be able to fuck you after our deal."
Playing his part, he put his hand around my neck. "I'll fuck whoever I like. But don't worry slave, you'll be my first tonight."
My body began trembling again. Silently I willed myself to remember my earlier promise. Wait for facts, do not assume. Trevor has been on several missions identical to this one. This was the act.
"Alright, follow my lead. Let's get this over with." Trevor said without any tenderness. He was in character. The same one as…
No longer was Prince Trevor, my true love, holding me. Standing in front of me, pulling me to the moss-covered door, was Monster Trevor. Like the man who Diana claimed tortured her. His words were even similar to the ones she had used.
With a heavy shove, my heels clicked unsteadily on the wooden floor. Around us, men from varying statuses watched us enter. Most of them wore only a thin tunic and basic pants. Almost all the men's pants were held by a simple, easily untied rope. The only way to tell wealth was by the chains around their wrists or rings on their fingers.
My nostrils stung with the mixing scents hanging in the air. Ale, strong lemon perfumes, sweat, sex, and blood created a very distinct aroma I wished I could forget. Faintly, I caught a whiff of the drug Lydia had put into Trevor's drink. Flower Happiness, was it?
A piece of glass shattered somewhere to our left, along with some rather unpleasant shouts about money owed. One of the men marched over towards the front of the bar holding a young, very young blond by her hair. He spat in her face when he reached a man in his late forties near the counter.
Trevor really was desensitized to the scene. Seeing the girl in trouble did not faze him in the slightest. Back by the counter, the man stabbed a finger towards the side door. In the distance, I saw the blood smeared by the door's hinges. Apparently, so did Trevor and Jacob. Trevor gave a silent gesture with his head. Jacob stopped the pair two steps from the crimson door, Lydia in tow. The two men struck up a chat while the girl held back her tears. The other man seemed to calm down by whatever Jacob was proposing. Lydia crossed her arms, waiting for her 'master' to finish speaking.
I was given no more time to figure out what would happen to the second half of our team. Trevor pushed me to the front counter. The older man with greasy hair there scrutinized before asking, "what can I do you two for?"
"I am searching for the owner of this establishment. I heard from a friend that he is interested in some new whores, yes?"
Greaseball examined me again. "I am the owner. This girl does not seem very comfortable with a man's touch."
Trevor reached an arm over my shoulders. "This is my pet. She's nervous because this would be her first brothel. In fact, I wanted to give you a girl who is not so broken in. Actually, I planned on taking her virginity in one of your private sections soon. Then all your customers will know she is nice and tight. They can help break her in!"
Cruel. His words were sadistic and cruel. Monsters spoke such things, not men. *This is an act. It's an act! Remember the way he talked to Izzy. This isn't him.*
"Why not offer her virginity then?" the owner asked.
Trevor's hand smacked my ass, and I jumped. His arm tightened around me. "See the way her boobs jiggled from fright; yet, she keeps to my side. You see, my little slut is scared of me but also in love with me. She promised not to fight any of your men so long as I was her first. Isn't that so sweet of her?"
"So you focused on oral skills?"
Trevor's hand inched up my neck to my mouth. Before I could argue, two fingers slid into my mouth. "Suck on 'em, pet."
Giving me no time, he twisted them deeper into my mouth. "Twirl your tongue around. Show him what a good slave you are."
I did as he said. My lips closed around his intruding fingers as my tongue flicked across the tips. Sucking hard, I was able to bring them closer to my throat. Trevor slid a large hand back to my butt. Instead of slapping it this time, he pinched. My mouth widened, and he slipped a third finger in. I closed my eyes and pretended we were alone.
I moaned around his fingers when I felt him rubbing my panties. Evilly he commented, "my slave like being petted there? Are you ready for the master to fuck you already?"
My body was on fire. I was afraid and aroused in equal measures. His words were too close to what Diana had said, but his touches sparked something vital inside of me. I was a mess for him.
Trevor pulled his hand back and let my spit drip onto my cleavage. The owner didn't look away. His eyes were that of a lustful predator. "Go sit with your slave and play. I am awaiting one more new girl to be introduced by an important customer of mine. He only comes every few months but always has the most exquisite girls. Today's one is from Lutz castle! Though I am sure, she is nothing compared to this one. In fact, I think I'll be your second man, my dear."
*I'll rip your dick off first!*
"I…will enjoy giving myself…to a man…such as yourself." God, I hated this. So many words were wasted on trash like him. At least my battling fear was helping with the act.
Trevor swung me back around to a nearby table. He raised his hand for a drink that the waitress happily retrieved. I didn't miss how her hand lingered on his or him returning her smile. He didn't speak to me until she swayed away.
"We have to keep the pretense up. I warned you." He sat me down on his lap. His erection pressed up at my butt. Trevor grabbed my head and moved it around to take in my surroundings. Any girl who wasn't serving food or drink was involved in some kind of sexual activity. Some were touching, giving lap dances, sucking a man off, or straight up having sex in their booths. Quietly he whispered, "trust me."
Right, I admitted I wasn't scared of him, and this was to find the man who did those horrible things to Izzy. "I...do, Master, as you said, I love you. I can't wait for you to take my virginity." *I wasn't lying.*
I focused on the sexy man moving my body up and down his manhood. Our auras mixing and colliding together shot desire up through my fear. A few people were staring at us, or rather my failings. "Pleasure me now, pet!"