Nadia gleefully watched the aftermath through Nadya's eyes. She felt Nadya's utter bewilderment and confusion, and she herself was amazed at the destruction she had wrought. The bedroom was destroyed. Elijah would have to move them to a new room, and Nadia planned on paying attention to where he put the key to their next prison.
She had retreated, but she was not caged. Nor was she pinned as far down as she had always been before when the Weak One was active. She rode close to the surface, aware of what Nadya was doing and saying in the moment rather than needing to depend on watching her memories later.
She was exhausted, having never used that much power, or any level of power, for so long before, but she was also feeling rather smug. Yes, Elijah had fucked her, and she had let the pleasure he offered distract her, liked it even. She attributed that partly to him being her first lover, and partly to him being very good at what he did. Sex was a completely new experience for her, and she had no defense against the responses Elijah coaxed from her body. Nadya had had other lovers, but in the memories she could access none of them had done for her what Elijah did.
But the reason for her smugness was that in spite of his efforts, and his vast experience, she was clearly a first for him, too. He hadn't been able to force her to his will while he had been distracting her. Twice he'd tried to used his compulsions on her, and twice she'd beaten him back. She would never be his butterfly. Or his pet.
If he hadn't forced her to come to this place, and thus insuring she would do everything she could to leave, and used sex and pleasure to try and weaken her, she could see herself enjoying his attentions.
Best of all, was that even though Elijah had drained her magic, again, while he had been doing it, she had found the place it lived inside her. It had been locked away from her before, but now that deep, hidden reserve she hadn't known she had was already rapidly filling up again. She could feel it. It wasn't completely open to her yet. The door she envisioned was still locked, but the battering ram of her fury had put cracks in the door itself, and her magic was escaping its confines.
Now that she knew where it was, all she had to do was find a way to open the door completely. She would focus her efforts solely on breaking that door down and when she did, she would never be under the control of anyone else ever again. What Elijah had taken from her was just the barest hint of what she could channel, and now she not only knew that, she also knew she could keep the majority of her magic from him. He might get scraps, but from now on she would keep the feast. And if she needed rage to batter the door down completely, well, she had no doubt whatsoever Elijah would piss her off again.
Nadia decided she was content to let things stand as they were for now. While she was his prisoner, she sensed no danger from Elijah. She would pay attention to everything that was going on around her, learn what she could about her new world and the monsters that inhabited it, and figure out how to get away from Elijah and his Prison of Pleasure. But, while she was here, she could use him just as he was using her. She would need someone to test her magic on as she learned to use it after all, and what better test subject than the incubus already feeding on her. Let him feed on her magic when she shoved it down his throat and choked him with it.
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"You need to calm down," Elijah said, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Nadya as she struggled against his hold on her. They were still half-naked on their knees in the ruin of his bedroom.
"Calm down? Calm down!" Nadya's voice rose in near panic. She remembered falling asleep, and the next thing she knew she was on her knees on the floor of Elijah's bedroom. He was wrapped around her from behind and she could feel him inside her. She had panties and jeans tangled around her knees, and she wore socks and boots. Clearly he'd been having sex with her while she was unconscious. What sick fantasy had he been living when he dressed her first and then partially took her clothes off? And what had happened to his bedroom? How had she slept through all that? "You dressed me and had sex with me while I was sleeping? You're sick!"
"The woman I was fucking was quite awake and active," Elijah said. "Who do you think did all this?" He bit back a groan as Nadya ground against him in her efforts to get free of his hold, unwittingly clenching around his cock still sheathed deep within her. "If you can't calm yourself down I can do it for you." He bucked his hips against her. "Well, maybe you won't be calm, but I can make you feel boneless." He kept one arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides, and slid a hand down her body over her stomach.
Nadya's entire body stiffened as she felt a part of his body stiffen. "No!" she shouted. "My god, does everything have to be about sex?"
"Incubus," was all he said. She heard the smirk in his tone, but he stopped his hand and stilled his hips. "Be careful how you move. I don't want you to hurt yourself on any of the sharp edges in here."
Nadya snorted. "God forbid the woman you kidnapped and are holding against her will scratch herself on a piece of broken glass."
Elijah sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are here because your old life is no longer safe. I brought you here to watch over you."
"Right," Nadya spat. "You have to keep me safe from my own fiance."
"The fiance you broke up with and told in no uncertain terms not to bother you ever again?"
"He'll know something was wrong. I would never have said those things to him. Jasmine will tell him I wasn't myself. He'll come looking for me."
"I hope for your sake he never finds you."
"More like for your sake. When Mordecai finds out you've been keeping me here as a sex slave —"
"You know nothing of being a slave." Elijah's voice was sharp and lashed at her like a whip, startling her. It was the first time he'd spoken harshly to her. "You keep throwing that word around, but you have no idea what it means. Not really."
"Oh, and I suppose you know all about being a slave?" Nadya tossed back, happy she was finally able to find a button she could push to get under his skin instead of him getting under hers all the time.
"I know a slave has no identity, and so does not need a name. A slave is an it, and nothing more. A slave has nothing of its own, and so does not need clothes to cover what no longer belongs to it, or possessions that might give it a distraction or sense of identity." Elijah spoke the words as if by rote. "A slave doesn't see any escape, and so does not need sight. A slave needs a mouth, but only to please others. A slave has no opinions, and so does not need a voice. A slave has no freedom, and so does not need to move." He paused. "A vampire's slave doesn't even need to think, only to obey, but you already know all about that one, don't you?"
"Wha — what are you talking about?" Nadya demanded.
"Your Mordecai is a vampire, and I think he's been rolling your mind for years, using his venom and blood."
"No. Mordecai loves me, and he's not a vampire. They. Don't. Exist," Nadya refuted him. "The whole idea is ridiculous. I think I would know if he didn't have a pulse, or was drinking my blood."
Elijah licked over the pulse beating frantically in her neck. "Would you?" he asked.
Nadya's voice was full of sarcasm. "I never saw fangs. He never fed me blood. I saw him during the day. He certainly never injected me with venom."
"If he's been rolling your mind, you would never know. He could make you forget he was doing it. I can prove it."
"Then prove it," Nadya snapped.
Elijah lowered his face to her neck and bit her, hard. Nadya moaned as she came apart in his arms, her pussy contracting around his cock. He didn't fuck her this time, just moved inside her enough to give her pussy something to clench around. "Someone spent a lot of time training you to orgasm when your neck is bitten, and it wasn't me."
"Training me?" Nadya sputtered. "Like I'm some sort of pet?"
"Why else would you come when someone bites your neck? Someone taught your body to respond that way."
"No," Nadya said, "that's just not possible."
"I suspect he did it with a mix of venom, a steadily reinforced compulsion, and a lot of sex."
"See, that's where you're wrong, because Mordecai and I have never..." Nadya trailed off, embarrassed.
Elijah laughed. "If you think Mordecai has known you for years, dated you, got engaged to you and never fucked you, that's just more proof he's been rolling your mind, and to a dangerous extreme. It's always been easy to put you under because your mind is already open to being put under, which means it's been happening to you a lot over a long period of time. It's harder than it should be for me to keep you under because someone else has spent a lot of time in your mind before me. You've been conditioned to his way of compelling you to do things, and honestly I'm surprised I can use compulsion on you at all."
"No," Nadya said again. "Mordecai loves me. He wouldn't do that, or any of the things you do to me."
"Mordecai has done a lot worse to you than I ever will. And if he ever finds you, he'll do worse again. As for love, he loves to play with you, that's all," Elijah said. "I'm just surprised he's let you remain free for so long if you've known him for years. You have no idea how lucky you are to have escaped the fate he had planned for you."
"The only fate I'm going to escape is the one you have planned for me."
Elijah sighed and moved on. "While you're here we'll have only pleasure between us, and when it's time for you to go you'll forget about me and make a new life for yourself. But you can't go back to your old life or your apartment. There's nothing there for you anymore anyway." He stood and set her on her feet.
