Maltreating

*Chapter 9*
"Summon Doctor Timothy! Quickly! Alpha, we will help you..." I heard Philea say as I was going upstairs.
"My muse, aren't you getting tired of having a dispute with Alpha Reginald?" Walker, one of my male servants who was holding my hand to guide me upstairs, spoke when we reached the second floor.
I chuckled when we went to the east wing hall after going to my chamber to change another dress while Walker took the medical kit.
"I am already tired of dealing with him. Unless your Alpha decides to divorce this impaired marriage, all of you must deal with how we both handle the affairs here in this manor," I said as we went our way to Frederick's quarters. "I know that all of you want that bastard to find his mate already. Tell him that because he isn't trying so hard to find her." I rolled my eyes.
Walker chuckled. "If Alpha Reginald finds his mate and becomes our next Luna, no need to worry, my muse. You are still the best Luna who rules here," he said softly.
I halted and patted his hair. "You really cherish me that much, Walker." Walker was one of my favourite male servants. He chose to work with me instead of working with Reginald regardless if Reginald was their Alpha.
Walker's face was flustering as he bowed. "I am here to serve my muse until she tells me that she no longer needs my service," he declared politely.
I nodded and patted his hair one more time. "I am pleased to hear that."
We went to Frederick's quarters and saw one of my male servants, Silas, who just stormed out holding a tray of food that looked like it wasn't even touched. Silas saw me and greeted me.
"Greetings, my muse."
I nodded, acknowledging his greeting. "He touched it?" I confirmed.
Silas shook his head. "He told me that he has no appetite, my muse."
I arched my eyebrow hearing those words. Typical Frederick... "Return it. Then bring me a new bowl of soup. Make sure that it is hot enough that I will burn his skin," I said loudly to let Frederick know that I was here when I opened the door, seeing the room was empty.
Judging by how I could smell his strong alluring scent, I could feel his presence that he was just hiding behind the door.
"Yes, my muse. As you command." With that, Silas left after he left the tray inside Frederick's quarters.
I turned to Walker and nodded my head. He smiled and bowed his head. He went inside and took Frederick who was just behind the door. Walker shoved Frederick to the floor.
"I will leave the medical kit here, my muse," Walker said as he offered me a chair behind me.
I gestured my hand to have Walker leave as I heard him closing the door. I crossed my arms over my chest and realized that Frederick was half-naked right now. Since he was being shoved to the floor, I could see the three letters of my name and red marks of lashes on his back.
Frederick looked up at me and squinted his eyes. "You..." he paused as he eyed me up and down.
There was an uncontrollable groan at the back of his throat when he saw me wearing a sheer fabric dress that hugged the curves of my body. Frederick could be able to see my breasts and my cunt under it. Since it was a semi-transparent dress, he could see my erect nipples.
He cleared his throat. "You always like to hurt me even though you know I am your mate."
I only shrugged and didn't say anything. I raised my leg and showed it to him. Frederick looked at me in disbelief.
"No..." He shook his head. "I am disgusted to even do this!" he declared angrily.
I pressed my sole to his face. "As if you have a choice." I kicked his face causing him to lay back on the floor. "Do it now, Frederick," I said coldly. "Or ten lashes aren't enough for you? I have gone soft so why must we have a hundred lashes? Would you be able to survive it without the antidote?" I took the chair and sat there, showing him my leg and my foot.
I saw him clenching his hands. But his eyes didn't fail to look at my exposed cunt when I raised my leg and placed it on his head.
"Do it," I commanded. "You have been such a bad boy so you know how to ask for forgiveness. Start here." I stomped his face with my foot but Frederick caught it and glared at me.
He opened his mouth to say something but he halted when he sniffed in the air. I smirked, knowing he must have smelled my arousal. Just by seeing him like that, it could already make me wet.
Just the sight of his delicious sturdy chest and abdomen, I could already imagine myself being crushed by them if he put his weight on me.
I watched as his chest rose up and down and the frantic glowing of his olive eyes to emerald ones. Frederick knelt and held my leg before he lowered his head and started kissing my footwear.
I looked down on him, not drawing an amused smile. I just stared down at him, downgrading his status as I ignored the waves of shivers crawling down my spine. My wolf and I were aware that albeit I had an impassive expression, I was feeling wet *down* there. I couldn't deny how his touch affected me.
I bit my thumb when Frederick's lips were raining kisses to my lower leg up to my knee. I exhaled slowly enough for him to hear it. His olive orbs pierced on me. I shivered in my seat when he licked my inner thigh, inhaling sharply.
Frederick slowly slid my midi skirt to expose my leg from the slit of it. My body shook uncontrollably when he teasingly breathed my inner thigh while looking into my eyes. I felt that fanning of his breath through my wet cunt, slightly shivering at it.
He felt that so I saw his lips draw a smirk. I swooned at that smile. It was so alluring and seductive. When Frederick placed his lips near to my cunt, I heard his soft gasp, licking near to it. His action showed desperation that he wanted to taste me seeing how his eyes glowed in lust, smelling my arousal.
Before he could even reach my wet cunt that had been begging for his touch and his tongue, I reached for his hair and fisted harshly to force him to look up at me.
"Say..." I lowered my head to draw closer to him. "Are you still feeling disgusted with tasting every inch of me, Frederick?" I asked in my sultry pitch.
The kind of pitch every man wanted to hear every time I was having a fun moment with them. I knew that Frederick would fall for it seeing how he looked so enchanted by my voice.
"T-That was my wolf... not me, m-my goddess."
I arched my eyebrow, tracing his lower lip with my thumb. "Is it?" I twitched my lips. "So, who among you call me on my name, not addressing me what a slave must address to their master?"
Frederick was about to answer when we both heard knocks on the door. "My muse, it is Silas."
I straightened my back and released Frederick's hair. "Come on in."
The door opened revealing Silas holding a tray of hot soup. He bowed before me. "I have brought the soup as you command, my muse. I made sure it was hot."
On my peripheral vision, Frederick winced upon realization. I smiled at his reaction and nodded my head at Silas.
"Stand up," I commanded Frederick, who had a distorted reaction right now. He looked at me, horrified. "Have no fear, Frederick. As long as you eat the food that is meant for you, I am not going to pour that hot soup on you." I offered my hand to him. "Come."
I heard him gulping. "If I... If I misbehave, will you seriously pour that on me?" He creased his forehead when he saw me smiling as an answer. "I am your—"
"I don't treat my slaves differently, darling." I took the bowl of soup by holding the plate below it and approached Frederick. "Choose your fate."
Frederick smiled bitterly. "Or I can just pour that back to you."
"Feisty..." I complimented and gasped when I intentionally poured the soup near to him causing him to hiss at me. "Oops... I am such a klutz." I grinned. "If I were you, I would start to eat before I become more clumsy and pour this to you." I winked.
He clenched his hands first before he stood up and marched towards the table. I bestowed the hot soup to Silas when I couldn't take how hot it was.
"Silas." I nodded my head at my male servant.
"Yes, my muse."
Silas approached Frederick. My slave was about to fight back when Silas skillfully tackled him down to the table causing the plates to fall to the floor.
"Unhand me! Fuck off! What are you going to do with me?!" Frederick asked angrily, growling a warning at me when our eyes met.
I traced his face with my finger while Silas was tying his hands from behind. "You have been pampered enough. It is time for you to act a slave as you should be," I said, smearing my voice with an icy tone.
He growled loudly to intimidate me but I just slapped his face to tame him.
"That won't work on me." I smirked, drawing closer to me. "The only man I am intimidated with is Alpha King Azarius so quit acting like you can intimidate me, Frederick." I glanced at his back when Silas secured, tightening the rope behind Frederick's back.
Silas nodded at me as a signal. After that, he shoved Frederick to the floor where some of the spilled food was there. "Eat," Silas ordered and plunged his head down.
I went to my seat and crossed my arms over my chest watching Silas forcing Frederick to eat. I had a satisfying smile on my lips seeing his back with red marks.
"Walker," I called.
The door opened. Walker came in and bowed his head to greet me. "Yes, my muse?"
"Return the medical kit. I am not in the proper mood to heal that man," I ordered. He nodded and took the medical kit away.
"Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!"
I returned my gaze to Frederick whose mouth was full, glaring deadly at me. I smiled sweetly at him, watching him how his life would turn upside down from now on.
Walker entered the room having a glass of wine to hand to me for me to drink. Then he settled beside me waiting for my next order.
"Bring him to the cabin tonight, Silas, Walker."
"Yes, my muse," they said in unison.
"Now, drink the soup. I am very sure Frederick wants to have some taste of it," I uttered, looking straight into my mate's eyes.
I ignored my wolf, wanting to stop me from torturing Frederick. Frederick needed to understand now that our level was highly different.
I was his master, the one who bought him.
He was my slave, the one whose purpose was to satisfy my desire for sex.
"Stop! Stop!" Frederick yielded when Silas forced him to drink the hot soup.
I didn't show any ounce of emotion when he hissed in agony. But there was a surge of pain pricking in my heart seeing that was how Frederick would experience another punishment from me.
I had been merciful at him, bestowing light punishment such as face the wall, kneel, standing in all fours, planking, squatting, marking my name using my dagger, kicking, and any forms of feather-light punishments yet he always took everything for granted, continuing disrespecting his master.
"Novalie, screw you!"
I gritted my teeth hearing him calling me in my name. The way he called my name was full of abomination. That would make my blood boil. Somehow, I found it alluring.
"My muse, please grant me permission to punish him for addressing you so wrongly." It was Walker who just spoke.
I gestured my hand, letting him. "Do what you want." I dismissed him, approving him.
"Thank you, my muse." Walker marched towards Frederick fishing out a butter knife he hid under his coat.
My wolf screamed at me to stop Walker but I didn't let her do that. Frederick must learn to behave now just as how my slaves back in the cabin behaved themselves and didn't dare to escape from my hands.
"W-What are you going to do?" Frederick's husky voice sounded panicking as he begged at me. "My goddess, please... Please spare me... I-I'll behave and I will do what you want..."
I casually drank my wine before I cocked my head from side to side. "How many times have I heard those words from you? Hmm..." I hummed, thinking how many times he violated my rules since he arrived here. "Eight?" I asked, unsure.
"Four! No—I mean, five! I can enumerate them!"
I uttered a tsk, shaking my head in disapproval. "I have no interest in enumerating when you utter those words." I crossed my legs, looking down on him. "All I want is for you to learn your lessons not to defy me. Since you are so desperate to taste my punishment, then I shall bestow them to you without a fail. Right?" I asked for confirmation, smiling sweetly.
"I am your ma—" Frederick hissed when Walker stabbed his hand to pin it to the table after Silas removed the rope tied to his hands. "Arsehole!"
I huffed. "Dare to say that word and I will not spare your life, Frederick."
I knew what he was trying to declare right now. He was about to say that I am his mate. No one from this manor must know that I already found my mate. I intended to keep that a secret for now.
"Bloody hell! That hurts—" This time from hissing, Frederick screamed in pain and agony when his other hand was being stabbed repeatedly.
I felt my heart constricted upon hearing his whimpers of pleas. I gritted my teeth to appear myself that I wasn't affected that my mate was being tortured right now.
When Walker was done, I nodded my head at him. He bowed his head before me. I stood up and approached him, seeing his hands being healed in a matter of seconds.
"Ah..." I sounded uninterested in seeing that healing process. "It's no fun that my slave's wounds in his hands are healing rapidly." I huffed in disappointment.
"Must I soak it to the wolfsbane formula, my muse?" Walker asked.
I shook my head. "No need. That is enough torture for him." I lowered my head and checked his face. He was panting heavily and glared at me.
Albeit covered with beads of sweat, Frederick looked so goddamn handsome expressing a painful expression on his handsome face. He was looking more attractive than before.
"D-Don’t come near me..." He groaned, hissing softly.
I scoffed. "You are not the one who must decide here, darling," I answered arrogantly.
I knelt on my one knee and grabbed his nape so I could kiss him. I want to know how my mate tasted like after a little torture.
At first, Frederick pressed his lips together so I couldn't kiss him back. But after licking and nipping his lower lip, his mouth involuntarily opened to kiss me back.
I felt stimulating alluring shudders flow through my skin at the contact of his hand to my waist. I gasped inside his mouth and opened my eyes when I felt that I was already sitting at his bulging crotch.
I smirked. Despite that he was tortured, he still wanted me after all. The way he moved so dauntless albeit that he had wounds on his back, he ignored them and made me straddle him. Then he deepened our kiss.
I sought his tongue inside his tongue when I realized something. Frederick was getting aroused every time he was suffering and receiving pain from the small tortures I bestowed to him.
My dearest Frederick is indeed a masochist sex slave while I am a sadistic goddess.
What a perfect match for two different people with different personalities and behaviors.