Succubus Rising Ch. 01

"Congratulations, Chaz," Darius said as he held out an iPad to a dark man in a red shirt. He tapped a few of the virtual keys and handed the tablet back to Darius.

"Have her taken to my car," the man called Chaz said as he stood and straightened his clothes out. "We can discuss everything else while she is moved."

Darius tapped something on the iPad and Kale came through the door like a well-trained pet. He was a demon, I knew it, so he had to just be there as muscle for Darius. He took the rope off the hook and then grabbed the chain between the manacles. Just as he was leading me toward the door, Darius spoke, "Oh, and Kale? If you hurt her I won't stop Chaz from hurting you."

"Yes, sir," Kale said as he lead me through the door and the rest of the house. I caught the sound of the other man - Jake - as Kale opened the front door and led me toward a sleek black car. The man holding the door was not the one who had bought me, but I didn't think he belonged at the house we were leaving. "Just get in the car and he won't hurt you," I felt him shrug as he pushed me toward the door. "Much."

I sat in the back of the car and tried not to hyperventilate. Looking around I could tell there was no way I would get out of the car and away before someone caught me, so I sat there and watched Chaz walk down the steps toward me. He waved the driver away before getting in, and the car was in gear before he even had the door shut.

When we had pulled out of the driveway, Chaz reached up and pulled a small package from the pouch in the back of the seat in front of him, "Put this on."

The package landed in my lap and I moved to open it, doubting it would be big enough to cover anything. Sure enough, the garment that fell out was a short tube dress made of a stretchy translucent red fabric. I groaned and held it in front of me before I saw the more opaque material around the chest and hip areas. The material slid over my skin and didn't scratch, so I pulled it on and straightened it as best I could and tried to sit there and pretend I liked the dress.

As soon as I had the dress on, Chaz pulled me onto his lap with enough force that I knew my arm would be bruised. "Kneel on the floorboards in front of me. You do not get to sit on the seat."

"Are you cr..." I managed to get out before he slapped me so hard I saw stars and fell against the back of the passenger seat.

"I gave you an order, girl. Kneel in front of me."

I slid down to the floorboards more because I still couldn't quite see straight than because I didn't want to get hit again. He spread his knees wide enough to give me room, but not wide enough to allow me to avoid touching him. The driver took a turn a little too fast and I had to reach out and grab the seat to keep from falling against his legs even more.

"There are rules in my house," he said in a tone that was better suited for a conversation in a quiet restaurant. "You will call me master, or sir."

"Are you serious?" that earned me another slap and this time I had to hold onto his leg to keep from falling over.

"Eventually, you will learn to keep that mouth shut." He reached out and used a hand in my hair to pull me back into a seated position before continuing with his rules, "Once you are taken to your bunk, you will put your hair up. It will be up at all times while you are in my house."

Holding my tongue, finally, I simply nodded and looked at him.

"Good girl. This is your new uniform," he indicated the dress I was wearing. "There is a small wardrobe beside your bunk with enough uniforms to last two weeks. Your responsibilities while you are in my house will be to clean and keep up with the laundry and other household chores."

"You've gotta be," he raised his hand and I cringed back, cutting my remark short. Still, he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. His hand on my shoulder burned when he touched me, and I whimpered.

"You will not speak unless I give you permission or ask you a direct question, do you understand?" I nodded as much as I could with his hand still in my hair. "That's not the answer I want, girl."

"I understand," the pain in my shoulder increased and he moved his hand down my chest. The pain brought tears to my eyes and I cried out, "Yes, I understand, master."

"Good girl," the pain stopped and he let me go. I looked at my shoulder, but there wasn't a mark on me. "Given your particular heritage, I have already started taking offers for contracts. When I send you to another man, you will obey them completely. Do you understand?"

I hesitated and he nudged me with his foot, lifting a finger and waiting, "Yes, sir."

"I expect you to be clean every day. This means you will wake up and shower before joining the other slaves at the foot of the stairs at six every morning, and you will shower after every man returns you. No exceptions. Do you understand the rules?"

I nodded without thinking and his hand knocked my head back into the seat. His pants were rough against my cheek when I slid down his leg, and I spared a thought to how anybody could wear anything that scratchy. Then I screamed when he reached down to pull me up and his hand burned on my arm and in my hair.

"That is not how you answer me, girl."

"I understand, sir," I rasped, realizing then that I must have screamed more than I'd thought.

The car slowed and finally stopped, and the driver's door opened and shut quietly. "When you're ready, Ferrel will show you to your bunk. Put your hair up and then he'll bring you to my office. We have some training to do." He opened his door and slid out as I slumped onto the floor of the car.

"You have to get up," a kinder voice said from beside me. I looked up to see the driver kneeling in the open door. "He won't like it if you take too long to go inside. Come on," he put a hand on my arm and I cringed before realizing the hand wasn't burning hot. "He didn't hit you that hard."

When I was standing I pulled the dress down as far as it would stretch and followed the man into a large house I hadn't even looked at until then. The house was huge, and I followed Ferrel up a wide staircase and then to the back of a hallway where he opened a door that led to a much narrower set of stairs. He disappeared over the landing, and I groaned when I saw the room.

It was a large, finished attic space with six full-size beds spaced evenly along the outer walls. One of them was completely bare of sheets and pillows, and I assumed it was empty. The one Ferrel stopped in front of had the sheets folded on top with a single pillow and pillowcase next to them.

"This is your bunk," he said, gesturing as though it were a large suite instead of just a bed. "The 'wardrobe' is actually the left hand table, the front opens and there's a bar inside to hang your uniforms on. You can use the trunk for anything you might happen to acquire while you're here. Sophia gets gifts from the men he sends her to every once in a while, so he gave her a trunk to store them in. To make it even, we all got trunks. Your hair ties and everything are in a box in the bathroom, which is this way." He led me down the center of the room to another door that led into a fairly nice bathroom, considering we were slaves. He reached under a sink and handed me a hair band that I used to put my hair up. "We generally get up and shower around five so we can make the morning muster. You have your own sink and vanity, though you won't have much to put in it. Towels are here," he indicated a large linen closet. "Sophia puts her hair up wet to save time, so we didn't know if we should get you a blow dryer. If you need one, just let me know and I'll pick it up the next time I go into town."

I looked at the open wall of shower heads and back at him, "We all shower together?"

"Yes, we don't really have a choice and believe me when I say none of us are interested in the other."

"Where are the others?"

"Sophia is with a contract today and tomorrow, so you'll meet her tomorrow night. Kenzie is in the garage, and Kelsey is either in the laundry room or the kitchen. You'll meet them tonight."

"They don't need blow dryers?"

"Their hair is kept short since the master doesn't send them out like he will with you and does with Sophia. You can learn their stories later, but right now I need to point out as much as I can on the way to his office."

"Gee, I don't even get to take notes," I whispered as we left the bathroom and then the attic.

"You'll want to stop the little comments as soon as possible," he opened the door back into the upstairs hallway. "He's beaten others for much less. Anyway, this is the south wing of the house, and the only access to our bunks. There is another stairway in the back of the house that leads to the north wing and the master's suite. All of these rooms are available to other people at any given time, and we have to make sure they are always clean. When you're here, you'll probably find it best to get lost up here and dust."

Back down the staircase at the front of the house, Ferrel pointed in different directions, "The living area is through there, and that way is the dining room. The master's office is down this hallway, which also leads to the kitchen. The laundry room is what would have been a mudroom past the kitchen and before you reach the garage and back door."

He knocked on a door three times and opened it only after a noise came from the inside. I went through the door at his motion and jumped when it closed behind me. Chaz was standing behind a large desk, but even the fact that he seemed to be naked couldn't distract me from the contraption that hung on the wall behind him. It had hinges and spikes and metal manacles that I couldn't wrap my head around, and I tried not to wonder what it had been used for.

"Strip," his voice brought my attention back to him and I realized he really was naked in his office.

"What?" I didn't even see him move. He was just suddenly in front of me, pulling the dress down to my hips so roughly that I almost fell from the force. Then his hands were on my wrists and I felt a pair of cuffs being tightened over them before I could even think to struggle.

I saw the hook in his hand then and that's when I did start to struggle. I did not want to be hung from the ceiling in this room. His fist lashed out and I felt my body slump as the world went gray around me for a few seconds. The hook rose into the air and took me with it until I was on the tips of my toes.

"When I give you an order," his hand traced over the curve of my breast, but it wasn't hot like it had been in the car. "I expect you to follow it without fail and without question. Now," the smile he turned on me didn't give me any hope. "To start your training."

I gasped when he lowered his mouth to my exposed nipple. I had been braced for pain, but what I felt wasn't painful at all. Only one earlier boyfriend had ever played with my nipples, but he had apparently taken his lead from what he saw in movies and it hadn't ended well. The warring feelings of wanting to enjoy this and not wanting this man to touch me had my body flashing between hot and cold until my head spun and I had to turn my face into my bicep to stop watching. I heard a small noise and realized it was coming from me.

His hands snaked across my hips and shoved the dress until it fell to the floor while his tongue licked and rubbed over first one nipple and then the other. I had pulled myself up toward the hook holding me in the air in an attempt to get away from him, but it only made it easier for him to reach me. Then, just as my body was starting to react to his actions, I felt the first flash of heat in his hands and he sank his teeth into the flesh of my breast around the aureole. I screamed at the sudden pain and felt something move deep inside me.

Chaz didn't give me a chance to catch my breath or wonder at what had caused that eerie feeling before he ran his hands up my sides in what would have felt nice if it hadn't been for the searing pain that followed his fingers. I felt the first trickle of blood run down my side and managed to open my eyes to see what was bleeding and I saw his hands covered in it. I moaned at the slow rise of pain that followed the bloody visual, and almost missed what he said.

"Do not hesitate again when I give you an order, do you understand?"

I nodded and the pain was quick and horrible as he held his hand against my stomach.

"How should you have answered that?"

"I understand, sir."

"Good," he circled around me then, running his fingers over my back until I screamed again. "Relax your arms, girl."

I did as I was told and my feet were mercifully flat on the floor when I stopped trying to pull myself up the chain and away from him. The tension on the hook was enough that I didn't do much more than slump before my arms caught my weight and I hung there. I hadn't even realized how hard I had been trying to get away from him until I relaxed.

He moved back around and traced a finger around my uninjured nipple, bringing it to a peak even though I had no idea how. His finger was warm instead of hot, and he bent to suck my breast into his mouth. I hated myself for the small moan that escaped my lips, but his mouth felt good after all he had just done. The feeling that something was stirring deep inside me returned and then faded without me even wondering what it was as his mouth made things I knew about tighten low in my body. The pain from his treatment and the pleasure of his mouth on my breast mixed in a way I never knew was possible, but the pain was still there and I knew it could get worse.

Chaz pulled his mouth away from me with one last flick of his tongue that made me whimper. His hand was on my hip when he said, "Put your legs around me."

I looked at him, and suddenly his hand was burning on my hip. He had done so much that I couldn't do more than groan at the pain and lift my legs around his waist. The pain stopped as suddenly as it had started and I could feel his heavy warmth between my legs around the pain. He didn't move against me except to slide his hands down and up my thighs and finally to my breasts.

The bite around my nipple was a sharp pain under his palm that made me gasp and try to move away from his hand, but the motion made my hips move against him and I stilled. He concentrated on the injured breast, making me moan in pain and tense so I wouldn't move too much. When his hand finally left me I let my head fall forward as much as I could. The world was being slowly swallowed in a shower of stars and sparks and I had to swallow several times to keep from throwing up on him. I was fairly sure that would only gain me more pain.

When I could focus my sight on something again without risk of tossing my cookies I looked up to find him staring at me. His eyes were a surprising shade of blue that I hadn't noticed until he was this close.

"Stand up," his voice was almost gentle and I wondered how long I had been out of it. I stood up. "Go take a shower and then get some sleep. I expect you to be at the foot of the main stairs at six in the morning, washed and ready for more. Do not put a uniform on. You will be naked in the morning."

The hook lowered and I groaned at the new pain as my arms were finally able to move into a more normal position. He walked toward the door of the office and I stared at the blood that was streaking his body. I did not want to get a better look at my own body, and I began to walk slowly through the house to the stairs. There was an ornate clock on the wall near the door and I saw that I would only be getting about five hours of sleep after I showered to get the blood off.