Dominic's Lady - Shia Naawl (best books to read for self development .TXT) 📗

of hers were as he thought –long and point-tipped. It looked like her fingernails were dipped in blood and stood that colour, strong and true. She was beautiful. Lethal and vampire. 

The slap came hard and fast across his check with such strength that whipped his head back. The pained zinged from his cheek and through his entire body. He brought his hand up to touch his cheek and three precision lines neatly broken his skin. Blood came out. Dominic was startled. Confused but he didn’t look. Something deep inside told him not to. 

‘You didn’t have my permission to look up, Hunter. The very sight of my presence is a privilege. You do not deserve the privilege nor do you have the right to ask for it yet. You haven’t earned it.’

Those very words stopped and contracted at his throat. He was about to ask her if he could look up. Let him adore her by his eyes. He kept his eyes down to her pointed black platform  heels.

She resumed her stroking. She continued to speak as if she didn’t just slap him and bled him. She didn’t ask or suggest. She merely presumed like nothing but her sheer will can only stop it. Time ends when she wills it. That was the power she had. Whatever it was.  ‘You are a hunter without a purpose. That is dangerous of all routes a hunter could go. Confused. Don’t know what he is seeking and more important, hunting. How can you hunt something you do not know, Hunter? Beyond your reach but in that time, your patience grows thin and frustration grows –spiralling yourself out of control like poverty.’

Demonic didn’t know what to say. Within minutes her words dug to close to home. Her understanding of him by sight alone was downright scary. He fought mentally against her words. Not wanting to hear it. To accept.

‘Ah, Hunter you are fighting it. Be it yourself or another.’ Her hand came up to enclose around his neck and applied pressure. Not enough to  stop the airflow but enough for him to work for air that had him feeling her power and strength like a collar. Enough bite for him to feel her. ‘But you can be guided a different path that will be better, Hunter. Lead a different way by someone who knows that their sheer will alone can, not command, expect you to follow because their will is what will motivate you, guide you.’ 

Denial rose from his throat but the female spoke over him easily. ‘But you will follow, Hunter because you know what they lead you to is where you want to be. You would do anything they ask for and you will beg for it not because you have to but you want to. To please them because what please them, please you ultimately.’

Dominic shut his eyes tightly. Trying to shut her out. Stop her voice echoing in his mind. Then Dominic needed to know something as desperately as he needed to breath. ‘May I know your name if I am worthy of it?’

He didn’t know how the hell that came out of his lips but it felt naturally saying as it was hearing it.

‘You may now since you asked elegantly. Farrah, Hunter.’ Then her lips were to his ear. ‘Do not die Hunter. No matter how much you want to. I would be displeased.’ 

And as if the world tilted on her axis, Dominic became resolved not to. Somehow, the thought of displeasing her was something he could not do.  

‘I-‘ Dominic said so brokenly.

‘Farewell, Hunter.’

With the speed of a vampire, she was gone. He knew immediately when the heat from her palm at his cheek left him. Coldness seeped in his place.  

‘Farrah.’ Dominic whispered. One word could make a vow and vow did he make. For her. Only for her. 

******

Farrah counted and strained for signs to direct her back to the car that awaited her. she also knew very well that Lucas would be there, leaning against the car, she would imagine. To this day she still remembered how he looked like. His body frame was 6 ft 8 and the muscle mass that cascaded all over his body made him broader. 

Her servant was a peculiar one. Where servants would follow their Lady or Lord dutifully without question, Lucas questions her –though not in a manner she won’t tolerate. Lucas was one of a kind to find as a servant these days. Lucas was a vampire servant in the oldest form. His deep-rooted feeling to want to serve another regardless of what type you were, be it vampire or human. But those like Lucas had unwavering loyalty to only one person in his/her lifespan. They were trained by the highest order to harness their knowledge into serving their Lady or Lord. Servants like Lucas would spend their life finding the one and only Lady or Lord they want to serve, protect and cherish.  

Farrah stood a few feet from Lucas. She felt him humming through her body and she heard the car. She knew this place well enough to know that Lucas wouldn’t see her. The outer edges of her lips curled into a faint smile. Lucas was given to her by her parents on her sixteenth birthday a millennia ago. Her parents were vampires but she was human -adopted when she was no more than a babe. Her parents believed human or not, their daughter would have a servant like any Vampire. Farrah always knew that on her twenty-first birthday, her parents would turn her and she consented it. It was her choice and she picked immortality.

Farrah smiled a little. She still remembered his blue eyes meeting her. They say that the eyes were gateways to one’s soul and boy, did she see it. Right before her eyes, she saw his resolve and his certainty in his eyes. She saw the unwavering loyalty kicked into place and that was when she learned true meaning of the word servant. It was instinctual and a feeling for a Lady or a Lord to recognise their one true servant. It was right there and then, Farrah knew she owned him, mind, body and soul of which was given to her willingly because that is what a vampire servant do. Give everything of his/her Lady or Lord and it was a Lady’s or Lord’s duty to keep it safe. 

Farrah heard the slight shift of his body and the change in the atmosphere to know that Lucas knew his Lady was near. It was instinctual. A feeling. 

‘It’s not nice to play games, My Lady.’ His tone held amusement and the beat of his heart slowed down. Farrah knew the predator in him slowly unfurling and that she allowed herself to be prey. 

‘Since when have I ever been nice Lucas?’ 

Farrah tilted her head as he heard a step and then another coming towards her. They were deliberate so she would hear him coming to her but she knew for a fact that he could conceal the sounds. Though it would still be useless. She may be blind but Lucas was her eyes literally and the fact that she had a mental bond that knew where his presence was.  

Farrah held her hand out to touch Lucas and he came into her hand without hesitation. Farrah felt her hand landing on his neck first. The position the was his neck was told her he had his head to one-side, looking downwards. A submissive pose –though the ironic part was that he didn’t have a submissive bone in his body.

Leisurely, she used her nails to caress his beating pulse. Farrah used feathery touches to stroke his pulse the way that sent him shivers. The delight feeling of knowing one’s submissive reacted to the barest of touches was gratifying. Farrah felt her fangs elongate but didn’t act on the urge to taste her sweet, sweet Lucas. She liked to wait it out because when claiming him would be so much sweeter. 

Lucas being in tuned with her, as always, Farrah felt his hand clasp over her hands and her pointed nails that was teasing him pressed down to his skin. Vampire servants were stronger, faster than a normal human. Being so, Lucas was able to push her nails into his skin till it broke skin and dragged it across his neck. Farrah’s nostrils flared in response. The scent of him was intoxicating as always. His blood always had the effect of making her mindless. Of course, Lucas knew this and he also knew his Lady wanted to feed and he would deny her none. 

‘Feed, my Lady. I know how much you want to feed. I can feel it.’ 

However, Farrah ignored Lucas. Her blooded nails drifted to his mouth and smeared his mouth with it. Farrah felt his breath hitch. She took a step forward and with her other hand, she encircled his neck and dug and finger nails into it. She loved the feeling for him straining to breathe, making him work for it  -making him feel her. Like a brand, a mark of ownership.  

Farrah moved her blooded nails to the side of his cheeks and felt his prominent cheek bone. Then she moved down passed his neck, following the line of his broad shoulder and to his thick arms. Her other hand let go of his neck to move her hand to his other arm.

‘Turn around.’ Farrah commanded and he did as she wished. 

When his back was to her, she continued her exploration. Lucas hasn’t said a word and he wouldn’t. He knew how much she liked to explore her servant. Predatory instincts rose within her. She needed him bound. Helpless to her. Surrender to her. The need for him to be restrained was carnal as a Vampire. Vampires, despite stories and movies, weren’t misunderstood creatures but monsters. Having her prey helpless, bound and in complete and utter surrender was something she craved and needed. Something she could not deny.

Slowly reaching to his wrists and playing with his rapid pulse with her thumb, she waited. She didn’t need to speak for she knew Lucas would know what she wanted. It wasn’t something she demanded but something she expected.

‘Back pocket.’ Lucas strained out. 

With one hand to hold both his wrist, her other moved to his back pocket and found a piece of long silk. Farrah knew it would be sapphire. It was her favourite colour and Lucas would try to please his Lady on all accounts. 

Farrah took the silk and ripped it into two. One piece was expertly tied around his hands to bound him and another lingered around his neck, tightening on it for only just a second before her hand was feeling her way to his lips and placed the other piece there –like a gag. She tightened it sharply and tied it at the back of his head. She knew Lucas needed her to own him physically as he knew she did mentally. Taking away his ability to speak, took away his choices –control. 

Farrah stepped back and let her nails trail around him softly as she slowly circled him like a predator to a prey. She didn’t bother hiding her fangs. She knew it would arouse him more. When she reached to his front, she palmed his cheek and he leaned into her. she pressed his cheek to her lips as she dragged her tongue across the blood-stained check. Licking him dry, marking him with her scent.

‘Kneel.’ Farrah spoke. Lucas did so without hesitation. On his knees, making his head reaching just below her breasts. 

It was a pity Farrah couldn’t see him, bound and kneeling. Every female Vampire would appreciate the view and not because Lucas had a physique was magnificent but because it was a servant. To be a servant doesn’t necessarily mean to follow. 

Farrah started to pet Lucas. She knew his hair was beautiful. He grew it out and kept it long for her pleasure and entertainment. And so she played with it. She let her fingers