Destiny's Wrath (Destiny Series - Book 3) by Straight, Nancy (manga ereader txt) 📕

single tear fell down her cheek. “I’m a little, um, I mean, I’m not in the best shape to . . . you know . . . again.”

Samael’s words came out of Bert’s mouth, before Bert could even form a response, “Maybe we could do something a little less invasive. We could just get to know each other a little better tonight.”

Her apprehension seemed to be replaced with relief, her voice was elated. “That would be great!” She took Bert’s outstretched hand and let him lead her to the couch.

The two talked for several hours and realized they had a great deal in common. They both worked out at the same gym, they had attended the same college and were both allergic to pet dander. As the hour approached ten, Bert could feel Samael getting impatient. Bert had offered to walk Cynthia home. As the two made their way to the door, Cynthia said, “I had a great time tonight, I’m glad I got to know you a little better.”

“Tonight was great, where have you been my whole life?” Bert caressed her shoulders and leaned down to gently kiss her neck.

Samael’s voice barked at him, “Bert, I’ll see Cynthia out. I have an engagement I need to take care of. Go to your dark place. Give me your body back.”

“Samael, can it wait? I told her I’d walk her home. You can have my body in ten minutes. I’d like to see if maybe she wants to go out for dinner or something tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid it can’t wait. Don’t worry, I’ll make arrangements for dinner tomorrow. You can tell her how wonderful she is then.”

Bert leaned over to give her a tender goodnight kiss. “You are the woman of my dreams.” As Samael asked, Bert stepped into the dark place, leaving his body to Samael, thinking he was the luckiest man alive.

When Samael was sure that Bert was no longer conscious, he began studying Cynthia. That look of relief on her face was unbecoming. He much preferred her demeanor last night.

She saw him watching her. He could tell she felt as though their evening would quickly come to a close. Samael was in full control again, “My pet, that was quite a nice warm up. Are you ready for the main event?”

“Bert, but you said . . . you said we didn’t have to . . . we could take it slow. After last night . . . I’m not in any shape to . . . please, no.” Fear began to show through her eyes, her muscles tensed in front of him.

“You mean to deny me? You are telling your master ‘no.’ Is that what I am hearing?”

“Bert, I can’t.”

“Do not address me with that name. I’ll tell you what you can’t do.” Quietly he hissed, “Upstairs, now.”

Cynthia broke down into full fledged, hysterical sobs. Samael smiled wryly, “I can see we’ll have to work on your insolence. Don’t worry, My Pet, tonight we’ll show you exactly how much you need to fear me.”

“Ber . . . no. Not again.”

“I hurt you?”

More sobs, “Yes.”

“Why did you return this evening? If you didn’t enjoy our evening last night, why would you come back for more?”

“Last night . . . when I couldn’t scream . . . it was . . .too much. I didn’t want you to do that again.”

“I see. My Pet, let me take a look at you.” Samael unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor as she stood in front of him. Her rock hard body had several bruises; the welts from last night were a brilliant purple. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. Samael purposely undressed her in front of the hallway mirror, forcing her to see his marks from last night. As she saw the grotesque marks, her sobs were nearly uncontrollable.

“Na . . . na . . . not again, please.”

“I rather like your new look, My Pet. I have marked you as my own. Your creamy skin only makes the presents I left for you more colorful and vibrant. You are exquisite, do you know that?”

“Please, I’ll do anything, just not like last night, okay?”

Samael still stood in front of her, taking her in, “Perfectly proportioned. A beautiful face, and memories of our passion together layered all over your body, where only I am permitted to see. You are making me excited just standing here.”

A muffled sob released and she stopped begging, realizing that her pleas would be ignored.

“My Pet, I won’t need to punish you the same way tonight, will I?”

She shook her head.

“You’ll please me, won’t you?”

Still crying, she nodded. “Very well, I’ve got a surprise for you upstairs. I think you’ll find it to be a new experience.” With that he led her upstairs.

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Samael could not believe his good fortune. He was disappointed that he would not be able to keep her. Just a few more days and he wouldn’t need this body any longer. He considered her a small liability, but after careful reasoning, he decided she was far too embarrassed to go to a doctor. She was smart enough not to go to the authorities. Yes, he was confident that she would tell no one of their encounter and delay his plans.

He loved that when she hit her absolute limit, her whole body went limp and she passed out. It was as though he were able to kill her over and over. He wanted to keep her. He had to find a way. Samael knew he would be gone for several hours and decided to toy with her a bit more. He wrote two notes. The first said:

My Pet,

You nearly outdid yourself this evening. Your allure is beyond words. Take care of your wounds. I’ll give you a night off tomorrow as reward for your performance this evening. Maybe I should come to your house next time?

Master

Samael put this note and a large tube of Neosporin in her hand. He showered