Chapter 25

"So, how's my pretty slave?"

I think deep inside I had that tiny little hope he was really drunk yesterday and he doesn't recall what he did to me. Well that pathetic hope was shuttered right now.

"I've been better, … my Lord." I was still standing at the window. I didn't move an inch and I held his gaze. 

"Strip."

I was frozen for a moment, if he was about to force himself on me I would vomit. Both from pain and disgust. After a second of hesitation I took off my gown. Lorcan shut the door and sat down on the sofa.

"Come here." He summoned me with a gesture. I approached him trying not to limp. He grabbed my hand and looked at the linen, then he unwrapped it only to see the bruises and deep abrasions. Without saying anything he took out a small container with ointment, then he rubbed it around my wrist. He reached for the other one and repeated the action. He looked at my ankles. 

"Sit down." 

I grit my teeth together and sat down.

He rubbed the ointment around my ankles too. I was shivering, I was naked and it was cold, he noticed my trembling.

"What's wrong, why are you shivering?" There was a frown on his forehead.

"It's a bit cold, my Lord." What I said must have been enough explanation because he didn't ask any further. 

"Show me your back." I managed to get up but I hissed from pain. I turned around and flipped my braid. He took his time looking at his own doing before he took out another small casket. He touched me and I flinched but I didn't make any sound. Lorcan gently spreaded the ointment on my back. 

"Your ass?"

"I'm fine my Lord." I turned around facing him again. I was trembling a bit, it was really cold.

"Get dressed." 

As I was walking across the room I realized I will have to bow to pick up the gown. I took a deep breath and tried to pick up the gown as gracefully as I could. I put it on while Lorcan was watching me. He stood up and went to the door but he stopped midway.

"I'll tell Glen to make a fire here, it will be warmer." He looked at me apparently expecting an answer or any reaction. 

"Thank you for your grace, my Lord." I was wrapped in my gawn again. Lorcan stood there for a few heartbeats longer as if waiting for something before he finally left. 

For a moment I felt nothing, then a swirl of all possible emotions flooded me. That fucker came here to play a good guy who was giving me some healing ointments as if he wasnt the sole cose of my misery. Was he playing nice and carrying now? What for? He was an asshole, sadistic monster. I hated him. I bet he enjoyed watching his mark on my back. I went back to my bed. While walking I realized the pain lessened. That ointment must have been really good, but he took it with him. So he was either applying it only once on me or he will do it every day personally. 

Whatever, I was so tired after the whole sleepless night that I finally fell asleep. 

The next two days I was staying in my room and Lorcan came every day to apply his magical ointments. We didn't talk much, most of the time I was silently standing allowing him to take care of my wounds. After a week the bruises were gone and my wrists and ankles were almost totally healed. The wound on my back was much better and not very painful. These ointments were fantastic, I could move freely though I had to be careful with my back. Lorcan kept his distance from me allowing my wounds to heal. I was obediently following his orders, after all I was an obedient slave, wasn't I?

As the week passed he suddenly appeared early in the morning. I was half lying on the sofa while drinking tea, my hair was loose and I was reading a book. As he entered I put the book aside and sat down properly.

Ever since he branded me I never started any of our short conversations. I always waited for him to begin. This time I was sitting silent again. Lorcan looked at me for a moment before he asked.

"How do you feel?"

"Much better my Lord." 

Awkward silence.

Lorcan stood up and for a moment he was walking back and forth before he stopped next to the fireplace and without looking at me said my name.

"Kian."

"Yes my Lord?" 

He sighted.

"I know you're angry, but … ." He paused for a moment.

"It was too much for me to bear." He finished.

"I understand my Lord. I was punished because I overstepped the line. You showed me my place, my limits and now everything is clear." The tone of my voice was very official and dry. I knew it was pissing him, probably that was extremely stupid of me but I couldn't help it.

"Do you hate me now?" He turned around and looked at me. For a second there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable but after a closer look it was gone.

"Wouldn't dare my Lord, I'm just a slave."

He clenched his jaw and I could feel his anger.

"True, you are my slave." He sat down on the bed and started to unfasten his belt.

"Serve me then." He pointed at his crotch.

Truth to be told I hated the bare thought of doing him a blow job but there was no way I could escape that. I knelt between his legs and started doing what he ordered me. As soon as I started he grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer. His dick was deep inside my throat. I was choking as he continued to force his pace on me. He came in my mouth.

"Swallow it." His voice was raspy and he was breathing heavily. I couldn't follow his order and I almost vomited. 

"I'm sorry my Lord, this slave lacks practice and experience. I shall try to do better next time."

Lorcan raised his hand and for a moment I thought he would hit me in the face. I didn't budge, I just clenched my teeth and closed my eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked while flipping some loose strands of my hair behind my back.

"Did you think I would hit you?"

"Yes my Lord, after all I didn't manage to fulfill your order. It's your right to punish me at will."

His hand froze next to my ear. He withdrew it, stood up and pulled his trousers up. He said nothing, he just left.