2 Chapter 1

Somehow I had ended up in Castors home. I hadn't been paying much attention to how we got there, but I was pretty sure we entered in through a tunnel and into a large parking garage. He probably rented a condo, or an apartment. I should have been worried, but I was overcome by desire and alcohol. Probably not a good mixture while being with a dangerously handsome stranger...

I let my thoughts fade away as he opened his car door for me, and grabbed my hand to help me exit his sleek black car. He definitely had some money, I thought eyeing his vehicle. I wasn't dumb, I knew an expensive car when I saw one; I just wouldn't be able to put a brand name to it.

We walked through the garage over to a glass elevator, and traveled up to the 9th floor. I could tell there was plenty of rooms in the elegantly designed building. At least I knew we were still in the city.

We approached his apartment, and he lead me inside wordlessly. Once we got it, he began to strip me of my clothes. Man, he didn't play around. I was too intoxicated to argue, and in my mind it was a wonderful idea to take off my itchy clothes. I helped him, and threw my shirt out of sight while he removed my skirt. Goosebumps raised on my flesh as the could air hit my flushed skin.

"Damn..." He bit out, and I watched his eyes zero in on my chest. I giggled and leaned in, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"I showed you mine, now you show me yours..." I whispered in the most sultry voice I could muster, and laid a kiss onto his chest. His arms wrapped around my upper body, reaching to unclasp my bra. I let him take it off of me as I continued to kiss his chest, making my way down until I reached his waistline. I didn't even have to bend over that much because of the height difference. I undid his pants next, which was not an easy task because zippers and drunk people do not necessarily go well together. It was almost as if whoever created the zipper decided it was meant to act as a birth control more then a way for pants to be held up.

Our clothes had been shredded fast, but he definitely took his time during sex. Never had I ever had such amazing sex in my life, and I've had quite a bit of it.

He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't too aggressive. He was the perfect balance between being dominant but attentive to my needs. The way his hands had slid up my legs, the way his lips kissed my breasts and the way he filled me was pure ecstasy. I was high on pleasure, but lulled to sleep in an absolute feeling of peace.

I snapped my eyes open, feeling a moment of panic. I was looking up at a white ceiling that lacked the puffy little things. My ceiling was painted blue, not my choice either. When I had rented the apartment the manager had refused to repaint simply putting saying I had to deal with it or paint it myself.

My panic was easily over ridden by a hammering feeling to my skull. I groaned, and sat up. A cool breeze rushed against my skin, and I looked down to see my bare breasts hanging over a grey blanket. I then understood what I had gotten myself into. I scrambled out of the bed, nearly falling out of it. However I didn't notice the lack of another person; too worried about leaving before I had to confront them.

I ran into a tiny problem though. I couldn't find my clothes. I found my shoes and my purse, but not my clothes. I ran back to the bed, after wildly searching the apartment for them. I grabbed the thick throw blanket and threw it around my frame, ready to hide in a bathroom somewhere in this large apartment building and call Chastity. This was possibly the most embarrassing thing to happen to me, besides that one time a one night stand- Tom's- mother had caught me half naked trying to sneak out but then invited me in for breakfast.

I exited his apartment, and tried to discreetly make my way down the hall. It was still quite early in the morning, so I hoped that because it was Saturday that everyone would be sleeping in.

I made it to an elevator before someone had ran into me. I had almost reached the third floor before the elevator dinged, and a stunningly beautiful woman had stepped in. I tried to shrink into the corner, clutching the blanket to my body tighter. Blinking, I offered a embarrassed smile and simply said "Hi."

She narrowed her eyes at me, and shook her head.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you in my home?" Her voice was full of hatred, I blinked at her question. I wasn't sure why exactly she was so mad at me. I could understand irritated, but not mad.

"Pretty sure you don't own the whole building..." I replied before I could help myself. I wasn't trying to be snarky but her anger just made me upset. Her beautiful cerulean eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible.

"Actually I do. Your coming with me, you will be punished." She said as if it were a normal occurrence to punish random strangers. I gawked at her, and watched as she hit the elevator button, going up to the 6th floor.

"I don't even know you, and you're going to punish me!" I exclaimed, almost throwing my hands in the air but realizing I was naked underneath. She ignored me, and I huffed. She was crazy if she thought I was going to let her drag me somewhere I didn't want to be, and then punish me. We lived in fucking America, not some tyrannic country where it was okay to punish people for no reason.

"Fine don't answer me..." I muttered to myself, almost adding 'bitch' to the end of my sentence. I thought it better to keep my mouth shut in this situation though.

The elevator doors pinged once again, and opened wide. We entered immediately into a large room, mostly surrounded by glass walls with a giant fountain in the middle. The fountain was carved out of marble, and a life size statue of a man with his arms out (almost like Jesus, I noted.) The floor was made of what I could only assume was fake grass, but when I stepped in it I realized that the grass was real. I was thoroughly confused because there was no sunlight, we were on the 6th floor out of many.

If I wasn't so scared I probably would be I awe. The rest of the room was decorated in varying hues of white, with vibrant plants scattered around. I noticed a large sitting area, almost like a throne but not as formal. A man, who looked eerily similar to Castor sat there.

The beautiful, but rude woman sat down next to him. Before I knew some more people entered, all of them looking just as regal as the other lady.

I stood slightly in the middle, not quite sure what was going on. My head buzzed slightly, and I could of sworn everyone's body was flickering, almost like Castor but it was harsher on my eyes. The feeling left me feel unsettled in my gut, as if I was going to be sick.

"Speak your name, girl." The lady who was in the elevator demanded of me, her tone sharp.

"Rhea...." I simply replied, not daring to defy her.

"Rhea, what are you doing in my home." She questioned me, but I knew whatever answer I would give her would warrant me a punishment. I blushed slightly and looked down.

"You will look at her majesty, when speaking to Queen Lilith." One of the 6 people who were in the room spoke harshly. I couldn't control my gasp when I heard the title, and my eyes flickered to whoever spoke. It was a short woman, with cropped brown hair and blazing brown eyes. She sneered at me, and wanted to roll my eyes.

"If you must know, I was here with your son.." I answered her question. The Queen scoffed at me, obviously not liking my response.

"I have more then one son. Which was it?" I visibly cringed at her question.

"Castor, I was with Castor. I woke up in his room and my clothes were missing. I thought I was in his apartment, his room is much bigger then my studio. I just want to go home, my cats are probably wondering where I am..." I rambled on, feeling my chest constrict. I heard people mumbling, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a minute they stopped and the Queen waved at someone, and I realized there was someone who resembled a bouncer standing in the shadows. He was dressed head to toe in tight fitting black clothes, and remained silient as the approached me. I shrieked back from them, almost tripping over the covers.

The guard reached for me and I flinched back. "Don't touch me, stop!" I yelled at them and popped my hand out to smack their hand away. It was a big mistake on my part, because they latched into my hand and yanked me forward. I dropped my purse and my lipstick, phone, tampons and wallet all came flying out. This day was just getting better and better.

Before I had time to ponder on how embarrassing this was, the blanket was ripped off of me. I immediately tryed to cover myself, but since I was curvy it was quite hard. My whole body blushed, and I almost died on the spot.

"What the hell! Give that back to me, everyone can see me naked!" I pleaded, feeling tears of embarrassment well up in my eyes. The guard remained untouched by my display of emotion, and lack of clothing.

"Kneel..." He ordered, and I shook my head vehemently. Before I could speak, he grabbed my shoulder and forced me down in front of everyone. I stared up at him wide eyed, and wondered what was going on. What was he going to do?

He held his hand up, and I gaped openly as electricity sparked from his finger tips. He formed them into thick cords, and circled me. He brought his newly formed cord down onto the flesh of my back and I let out a shocked scream as pain befell me.