Page 54 of For Love & Torture
And then we come to a stop. I realize I haven’t been breathing and gasp for air.
His grin is oddly sinister as he looks at me. “We’re home.”
My door is opened by someone, and I turn to find that a tall, gorgeous woman has opened the door for me. “Welcome to Castle Mason, Miss Sanchez.”
I look the woman up and down, trying to figure out how she knows my name. She’s wearing a tiny maid’s uniform. Typical short black dress, white apron, and high-heeled black pumps. Her blonde hair is high on her head and gathered behind a little maid’s hat. “And just how do you know my name, may I ask?” I take her extended hand and allow her to help me out of the low car.
“The master has told us to be expecting you. Please come with me. I’ll ready you for dinner with the master.” She takes me by the arm, gently but firmly making me go with her.
I look over my shoulder as I go with her and don’t see Bart anywhere.
For a man who’s new to the BDSM underworld, he certainly lives the life of a die-hard fan of the lifestyle.
The castle is just that. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this place. It’s crazy huge, I can see that even in the dark of night. Dark stone walls go up as high as I can see from the ground. The double doors open seemingly without anyone assistance, as if the place is inviting me inside all on its own.
The maid takes me through the castle until I’m hopelessly confused—I would definitely get lost if I had to find my way out again. She pushes open an ornately carved wooden door that looks ancient and turns to me. “Your clothing has been laid out on your bed. Get dressed in it, and someone will be here soon to get you. There’s everything you need inside the room. Make yourself at home, Miss Sanchez. It’s a pleasure to serve you.” With a low bow, she gives me a slight push, and I’m forced into the room.
Closing the door behind me, I hear a click, and my nerves suddenly go crazy as I try the door and find it is locked. Running to the window, I see I’m high up in the castle even though we didn’t take a single set of stairs.
Turning around, I find sconces on the wall bathe the room in a dim light that does little but make the place seem even more frightening. I find there are clothes laid out on the bed.
The dress is long, it’ll go to my ankles. Although long in nature, it’s also sheer and see-through. A set of white panties and a matching bra are all that’s left for me to wear underneath it.
Shaking, I get out of my jeans and t-shirt to get into the clothes. Something tells me I should go along with everything. Maybe if I don’t resist, Bart will see fit not to make me do anything I don’t want to.
Maybe.
Just as I pull the dress over my head, the door opens. Another tall, gorgeous woman is standing there. She’s not a maid at all as she’s wearing a snug fitting gold dress that goes to the floor. I can’t see her feet, but figure she must be wearing really high heels as she’s incredibly tall.
One word is all I get, “Come.”
“Um, there weren’t any shoes for me to put on.” I look around to see if I missed them.
“Come, now.” Her long finger moves slowly, bidding me to come with her.
“Okay, I’ll go barefoot I guess.” Padding across the cold floor, I can feel it sinking into my bones.
“Follow me,” she tells me as she turns to walk away.
Of course, I do as she says. I’m lost in this place anyway. It would do me no good to try to run away. Plus I have no real idea where I am.
I know I should be afraid. I know this, and yet I’m calm. It’s the type of calm that should feel eerie, but I can’t conjure up even that feeling. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Bart had managed to slip me something, but he didn’t give me a thing to eat or drink. I have no idea how I’m so calm all of a sudden.
Another maze takes me to a room where I see a raging fire in a huge stone fireplace. A long table is in the middle of the room, which is lit only by the light of the fire. The heavy wood furnishings are bathed in an orange hue. And suddenly I find I’m all alone in the large dining room.
Moving to the table, I find two glasses have been filled with red wine. Dark red place settings are set up. One at the end of the table and one just to the right of that one.
I bet Bart wants to sit at the head, so I take the other seat. The wine draws my attention. It’s so dark it’s nearly black. Looking around, I wonder if Bart would be mad if I took a tiny sip before he gets here.
When I see no one and hear no one coming, I pick up the glass and put it to my lips. Just one little sip, no more than that.
The lukewarm liquid touches my lips and moves through them, then over my tongue. A salty sweet flavor entices me to take more than a sip. It’s like ambrosia to me. A thing I never knew I wanted but now feel a deep hunger growing inside of me. Without meaning to, I drink the whole glass and put the empty glass down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stare at the glass, wishing it was full again.
“There’s my pet.”
“I’m here.” Turning to look at Bart, I watch him moving into the room as if he’s gliding a few inches off the floor instead of walking on it. A long black cloak flows out behind him as he moves toward me.
His eyes go to the empty wine glass then to mine as he sits in the chair at the head of the table. “Did you like it?”
