The Lesson
Three weeks had past since Avery and Christopher's last sexual encounter. They were intimate with one another from time to time after that event. Things did not settle right with Christopher, however. Avery became more and more defiant with every fuck he gave her. She assumed she held the dominant role on more than two different occasions and he decided if they were to have any type of romantic encounter again, she would have to be put in her place the next time she acted out. Training and setting her mind, is what he liked to call it.
6A.M Christopher wakes up and waltz up to the first floor flat only to find Avery plopped down in front of the t.v, eating a plate full of sugar glazed strawberries. He paid her no mind, seeing as he was more than able to make his own breakfast. He plucked a ripe orange from the bowl on the table and began to peel with his finger nails, which were exceptionally long and sharp.
"Good morning, my sweet." He said to her, perching himself on the Ottoman next to the couch. He studied her for awhile, searching for any sign she may ignore his presence.
She smiled a beautiful grin, the whiteness of her teeth seemed to illuminate.
"Good morning, my Lord." She replied, licking sugar off of one of her strawberries.
He smiled seeming nothing was amiss as of yet and placed a dainty kiss on her cheek. He left her to her strawberries and CNN news and went upstairs to his studies. As soon as he crossed the threshold into his studies he noticed something was wrong. Someone had entered his private space. No one but him was allowed to be in this room. He stood quietly and listened to the aura the room gave off. The faint smell of blood and candy perfumes lingered. Avery. She violated the sanctity of his study. He was sure this was no accident, Avery obviously would not have any devious agendas. However if this was an act of defiance, he would put an end to it immediately.
Downstairs he met Avery still watching CNN, but he plate of strawberries was finished and laid empty on the floor. He gazed at her with the full intent of his rage.
"Avery. Turn off the television." He said in a voice that held the authority of his five thousand years.
"Wait wait, just give me one moment. They have this story about dangers of weight loss." She shushed him. He knew not why she watched this mindless dribble, her body was perfection. Curves in all the right places. This was not important however, this was her second act of defiance for the day.
"Avery. Turn it off. NOW!" He yelled, with enough force to control and army.
She obeyed and turned off the television.
"Stand and face me." He demanded. His voice was cold like ice and Avery knew she was dancing on a fine line.
"Have you lost your mind? What gives you the right to think this is your house? That this is your abode? You will listen to me and not question my authority. How silly of you to do anything other wise. I AM your master. You ARE my slave. Your plates are to be washed. Your chores are to be done. Your leisurely time comes after. You LIVE to serve me. I could have let your father strike you down and abuse you countless time but I didn't." He grabbed her face in his hands. "I can kill you Avery. Let my rage get the better of me again by going in my study and I will end you."
Her gazed never left his face, though he could see the fear in her eyes. He turned to leave, but caught her faintest of whispers. "Do not ever go through my stuff again...".
He all but lite of fire. His rage burned through his skin and you could practically see the blaze emitting from his skin. He rushed toward Avery and grabbed her by the throat. He would teach her never to defy him. To coward in his presence and only feel the slightest of comfort IF he allowed her to. Just because he had sex with her didn't mean she could treat him like a mortal. He was a vampire. One of the most powerful and oldest creatures in existence. No mere mortal would treat him like anything less than a god. He racked his hand across her tanned face, leaving scratch marks. Tossing her against the wall, he straddled her and pushed aside her head in one swift movement. His teeth elongated at the sound of her quickening pulse. Sinking her teeth into her flesh released a soft scream from her throat and animal-like grunt from his. She pushed at his chest but it was no use. He was made of steel. Strength personified. He drunk deeply, filling himself with her precious rubies. Her heart grew faint, and she passed out. Feeling plump like a tick, he tore her cloths from her body. The sight of her perfectly tanned skin only enraged him more. He swiped at her bare breast, leaving gashes on them as well. So blinded with fury, he knew not what marks he bestowed upon her body. He bite into her wrists and thighs. Blood soaked her body along with his clothes. Only after she looked of a serial killers sweet dreams did he close her wounds. Her heart was very faint with the lack of blood. He couldn't have his slave dying on him. Nicking his wrist he drew his own blood and allowed it to slide down the females throat, which was also marked with claw marks and bites. Her heart beat instantly picked up. She stirred in her unconscious state. With this cue, he picked her up and brought her to the basement. Here she would learn not to disobey him ever again
Laying her down on a table, he bound her with leather straps. Her arms were high above her head and her legs straddled. Entirely exposed to her master she was. Sitting in the dimly lit basement he waited for her to awake. When he grew tired of the sticky feel of blood on his skin, he decided to leave her to shower. The steam calmed his rage. Looking into the fogged up mirror, he saw the face of a monster. Why couldn't Avery be taught obedience in a less painful way? He smashed the mirror with his powerful fist. "This is the only way," he thought to himself "She must never take me for granted."
He changed into loose fitting black jeans and a silky black top and walked back down to the basement where Avery lay wide awake.
"Christopher! My Lord release me this instant!" She yelled at him.
"You dare raise your voice at me wench?" He slapped her. Hard. "You need to be taught manners. You act like a child."
"I am not child my Lord. You have seen what I can do for you." She replied, adding a bit of seduction into her voice.
