Two Options

*Chapter 5*
*Five...*
*Six...*
*Seven...*
His soft lips were holding on to my mouth as his breath from his nose was fanning against my face. I gasped when his tongue played with mine as I tasted the food he ate earlier. I even had to close my eyes in submission as I entangled around his arms and clung to his neck.
*Thirteen...*
*Fourteen...*
*Fifteen...*
My body was burning in need and want of Frederick's touch. Just as I felt the warmth inside his mouth, I wondered how it would feel if he was sucking my nipples with so much hunger and eagerness to pay heed to them.
His tongue—Why would his tongue explore inside my mouth? It was as if he wanted to explore every inch of it and memorize what must be inside. I moaned inside his mouth as I took his hand to place it over my breast.
I winced in pleasure when Frederick gripped my breast like his life was clinging to it and needed to take it back so he could live longer.
*Twenty-six...*
*Twenty-seven...*
Ah, fuck. Thirty seconds was almost over. I could hear the warning bell ringing inside my head.
But I didn't want to stop.
I want Frederick to keep on continuing kissing me.
I castigated myself. Novalie, wake up! What was wrong with you?! You must follow your rules. When you say thirty seconds, you must stick to thirty seconds!
Before I could even distance myself from him, Frederick was the one who distanced himself away from me. Feeling intoxicated and invigorating, I slowly opened my eyes to look up at him seeing his eyes glowing in lust again.
The way my slave was staring at me made me want to curl up like a kitten. I was sure now that if he would only look at me, I could already have my orgasm without him doing anything.
"My goddess."
I bit my inner cheek when his eyes were begging. I was bewildered. Why was he begging? What did he want me to do?
"Did I please you?" he asked in his husky tone. "I-I made sure it is thirty seconds because... I-I don't want you, my goddess, to get mad at me."
I arched my eyebrow. There was a sly smile extended on my lips. This man... He knew how to follow my rules. It was a little surprising that he would ask me if the kiss he bestowed to me was enough if he pleased me.
That was reassuring now that this man could satisfy me.
To reward him for being a good boy, I placed my hand on top of his head and disheveled his neatly combed hair.
"Well done," I said as I kept on petting his head. I watched how his chest was rising up and down before I caressed his lower lip with my thumb. "Keep up the good work." I stopped caressing his hair when I saw his hands that were itching to pull me to his body. I walked past him and ignored him. When I noticed that he wasn't following me, I spun around and glared at him. "Are you just going to stand there?" I asked in my stern voice.
The melted Novalie became a stern one. Frederick thought that I would become soft at him just because he pleased me by following what I said.
When he was in front of me, I reached for his hair and fisted it before I pulled it down so our faces would be even. "M-My goddess..." Frederick softly hissed from almost pulling the roots of his hair. I didn't even mind that he was hurting right now so I kept pulling more so I could see the pain registered in his face which made me satisfied.
"Do not be at ease that just because you pleased me today, it doesn't mean you can please me later or tomorrow, darling." My lips curled up into a condescending smile. "Rejoice for now." I huffed.
Frederick's expression changed into a hurt one which my wolf suddenly castigated me for hurting our mate. I shut her up because there was no way I would treat Frederick differently. He wouldn't be treated as a special male slave just as the auction had been treated with him.
I wasn't born to treat a male slave to live their life to be pampered by me.
They were meant to be humiliated and treated as a toy of their master. They were meant to experience having their life in a miserable state and felt despair and discouragement. They must feel that they were helpless and that no one would even help them after all.
I told that to Frederick which he nodded in agreement, not disobeying me. I made sure that he would know his boundary.
"I understand, my goddess." He lowered his head so he wouldn't meet my eyes. The dejected look on his face was making my wolf want to caress and comfort our mate. My wolf even howled in melancholy that I had been hurting our mate with the words I had been spouting.
"Good. I know you would understand that you are only a playtoy for your goddess." I grinned as I forced him to look at me by grabbing his jaw harshly. "Good boy."
I stepped back as I started to prepare myself to get out. Before I would go out, Arthur approached holding a burgundy leather and gold attache case. He opened it and presented the items I needed to go out.
I picked the item and waved it at Frederick who had a surprised expression seeing him holding to the collar he had on his neck right now.
"No. I will change that collar." I presented to him his new slave collar in burgundy color. "On your knees," I commanded.
"What if I don't want to have a collar?" Frederick had finally stepped up and voiced out his thoughts.
I tilted my head, looking at him pitifully. "Darling..." I paused, smiling dangerously at him. "On your knees." I sweetened my voice, indicating that I am warning him already not to defy my commands.
He shook his head vigorously as he stepped back. "I don't want to wear a collar anymore... It suffocates me..." He growled in annoyance and removed the collar he wore from last night back to the brothel.
My smile disappeared at the behavior he was showing right now. That displeased me when a slave was acting this way. I stepped forward, overpowering him. It was effective when I saw fear in his eyes as he stepped backward.
Funny, that a man like him was capable of a horrifying expression because a woman had a dominating aura.
He only had two options to pick right now. It was either he would apologize and follow my command or keep on complaining and have a sweet punishment from me.
"I hate repeating myself, Frederick," I stated as I looked at him with a stoic expression. "And I am an impatient person if you will ask me." I showed the new collar to him. "Pick what is best for the both of us. Will you wear this or not?" I asked one more time.
This time my voice sounded dangerous, stipulating that if he would choose the latter, he wouldn't like what I am going to do with him.
His hands clenched when he glanced at the collar that was in my hand. Frederick exchanged his glance between me and the collar.
When he was taking his time, I opened my mouth to say that he only had one second to answer me but Frederick suddenly spoke out loud.
"Alright! Alright!" he said, enraged when he was left with no choice.
There was a haughty smile piercing my lips when Frederick knelt to the floor while having an infuriating expression which made me pleased to see it. When he dared to meet my eyes, I felt displeased seeing that.
I gripped his throat, enough to block the air passage from his throat. "How many times will you defy me by daring to look straight into my eyes without my permission? Are you courting for your death, Frederick?" I asked, warning.
He was about to raise his hands to help himself and pushed me away from him but I shot him a glare. It was enough for him to know that if he kept doing that, I wouldn't spare his life anymore and I might discard him.
He must have already been aware of that because I told him about it a while ago.
Frederick let his arms fall to his sides, giving up himself as he was choking at my action. I tightened my hold one more time seeing how his face was turning like a red tomato before I released it.
He gasped for air as his hand was already on the floor while his other hand was on his neck, massaging it. He even coughed so loud that caused turbulence amongst the female and male servants who were busy cleaning the whole manor this morning.
"Get up there." With my icy tone, Frederick coughed one more time before he knelt and composed himself before me. I nodded in approval when he behaved himself, nailing his eyes to the floor. I approached him and reached for his collar that was still on his neck. I set it aside and changed it into a new collar.
Another male servant had come forth and bowed before me after I changed Frederick's collar. "What do you need?" I asked in a hostile tone as I took the chains from the case.
"My muse, the pups are looking for your presence already. They are about to plant at the daycare garden."
That softened me. "I must go now then," I said softly. I felt my heart was being warmed that they were looking for my presence. I attached the chains to the collar and pulled it up which made him irk. "Get up there and we will be leaving," I commanded in an unfriendly tone.
"Yes, my goddess," he said in a dejected tone.
I glared at him. "Do you want me to suffocate you until you run out of breath?" Frederick vigorously shook his head. "Then fix your tone when you are talking to me. Are we clear?" I squinted my eyes at him.
"Yes, my goddess."
I pulled the chains, implying that his actions displeased me. Then we went out of the manor to go to the daycare center of the Lone Crow pack.
The distance from our mansion and daycare center was not that far. The only thing I could hear right now was the birds chirping and smelling the soft breeze of the wind. Through the wind, I came to smell Frederick's alluring scent which made my wolf go insane.
I didn't glance at him. I was so pretty mad that I wanted to punish him.
But I am a merciful goddess so I would let this slide. For now, I would teach him the things that would please me and what sorts of punishments he would experience if he defies me.
For now, he was still learning so I need to be patient.
I could have wished that one day when I get to divorce my marriage with Reginald and inherit the Marchioness title of my own right, I would even dare to have concubines by my side.
My father is a Marquis and a Beta from the Wall Burgundy pack. He forced me to enter into an arranged marriage to two men who weren't even my mate.
Unfortunately, this was the second attempt my father won from putting me in an arranged marriage. My first arranged marriage came from a royal Lycan family which the Lycan prince engaged to me was a mysterious man who never showed himself to the public and even from the banquet events held to the royal palace.
That bastard Lycan prince who made fun of my first arranged marriage with him.
Then he broke the engagement and left me in despair and humiliation from the aristocratic faction. Our fellow nobles ridiculed me
But my father didn't stop there. He set me up for another arranged marriage.
This time, it was Reginald Westervelt, the Viscount of Erast and the Alpha of the Lone Crow pack.
Since then, my life had become miserable from marrying my scoundrel husband who wasn't even my mate. Reginald and I had encountered many fights against each other as he started to disagree with my actions that I mustn't tarnish the House of Westervelt and even my noble title as Viscountess.
At that moment, I started to hate my father who said that I was meant to enter into an arranged marriage since that was my fate. I hated him for the fact that I never wanted to speak with him so he was using an envoy to speak with me on behalf of him. Her name was Sharon.
For our semi-annual wedding, I started expressing how I loathe myself being in this situation. That time when I experienced going to the brothel for women called Maiden's Lair, I felt freedom when other men were fucking me and worshipping my body.
I got their validation of having the attention that I had wanted. Then I held my dominance against these men even though I am just a mere woman who was meant to be submissive.
I chose the path of having Reginald deal with my antics as I started to ruin his name.
At first, Reginald was able to control me but later on, he surrendered to dealing with me.
To my annoyance of remembering the past, I couldn't help myself from pulling down the chains which made Frederick groan in pain.
Ah, yes. Frederick...
His name, Erick, sounded like Frederick so I named him that. I named him after the man's second name which I hated the most. The second name of that bastard Lycan prince... Frederick.
"I abhor your name," I said coldly to Frederick.
That stiffened him. His eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps, he didn't expect that I would utter some words as I remained silent for the whole walk.
I pulled down the chains enough for our faces to be even. Frederick groaned in pain again as he tried to look up to my eyes when I commanded him.
"Remember this, darling. Your name..." I dug my nails to his cheeks, guaranteeing that I would see the marks of my nails smear on his skin. "Your name shall be the reminder why I am having this kind of life right now. So, do not expect that I will treat you differently just because you are my mate. Do you understand?"
I pierced my gaze at his olive eyes and watched his expression. I was expecting that he would be stubborn and express agreement right now but what I saw right now surprised me.
He lowered his gaze. "Yes, my goddess. As you command."
Why did he have a painful expression inflicted on his eyes?
Why?
Why must he have that when that wasn't even his real name?
Must I feel bad for my slave who happened to be my mate?
No... Why on earth am I feeling guilty?
Why?