Page 16 of Frost Bite
“Oh no, little doe. You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers as he unwinds the reins from around my neck.
A sharp burst of air floods my lungs, burning my throat. I choke and cough, my chest heaving. “You could’ve killed me.”
Famine strokes my thigh with one hand but doesn’t remove his fingers from my pussy. “I can always kill you. Don’t ever forget that.”
The rest of the ride up the mountain is quiet except for the sounds of wolves howling in the caves. I glimpse their glowing eyes watching us every step of the way. Famine keeps his word and threads his fingers through my wet folds the entire journey. I squirm as a barrage of sensations toys with me.
All he does is laugh like I’m the most amusing thing he’s ever seen. I believe he lives to torment me, teasing me and taunting me with his wickedness. And I become needier, hungrier, for his touch. In all of my youth, I never imagined being with a man like this. I never even let myself fantasize after Papa first told me of my fate.
I was only a child, barely ten years old, when he sat me down and told me of the great sacrifice I was destined to make. When I was robbed of my choices and my freedom. I became a cold shell then. Never seeking pleasure or adventure. I stuck to my chores and kept my head down.
My sister Lucy was my only joy. The only one I attempted to have fun with. But that was more for her sake than mine. I was determined to ensure she had a happy childhood. And I vowed to never let her fall victim to the fate laid out for me.
If any of the boys in the village found me attractive, I’ll never know. Why entertain a chance of love, or even lust, when I knew it was only temporary? But now… my body is on fire and alive with a carnal thirst that is nowhere near being quenched.
“You’re doing it again,” Famine growls in my ear.
I shift back against his chest, silently praying for him to move his fingers. He’s kept them still inside me for the past hour. “I am not doing anything but obeying your commands.”
He sucks on my earlobe, drawing yet another new sensation out of me. “You’re dwelling on the past. Your previous life is over. Gone. This right here is all you need to focus on.Thatis my command.”
I sigh and nod. “As you wish.”
When we finally reach the top of the mountain, the terrain flattens out. There’s a shadowy tree line that runs along a calm stream. The air is colder, crisp, and biting. And yet it’s so clean. I inhale a deep gulp of it, relishing the way it soothes my throat. Maybe it’s the height of the mountain or the euphoric residue ofmy release. Or maybe it’s because this is their land up here. The land of the Four Horsemen in all its glory and monstrosity.
My mouth gapes when I spot their castle. It’s made of stone and glass with great iron spires that stretch up so high, it seems to go beyond the sky. We gallop across the cobblestone path, riding for miles before we reach the entrance.
My head spins as I look up at it. “I’ve never seen a castle so enormous.”
Famine slides off the back of the horse. Once he’s firmly on the ground, he pulls me down. “There are also dungeons underneath. They reach far below the ground.”
A shiver snakes up my spine. Dungeons?I hope that isn’t where they plan to keep me. I cross my arms over my chest, stroking the goose bumps that have spread across my skin. “Are the others here?”
Famine nods as he ties the rope around my neck. “Get back on your hands and knees, pet.”
My stomach knots. “Again? Haven’t you degraded me enough?”
His eyes darken right before he kicks my legs out from under me. All the breath leaves my lungs as my back smacks against the cobblestones. He leans over me and snarls. “Ask me another stupid question and see what happens.”
My chest heaves as air slowly returns to my lungs. I tremble and shake while trying to turn over onto all fours. “Y-yes, sir.”
Another round of crude laughter erupts from his chest. “You will crawl because you are an animal.Our pet. We will feed you, bathe you, and fuck you whenever and however we see fit.”
I pinch my eyes shut as a dark fury builds in my chest. “Yes, my lord,” I grit out. This cannot be my life. As much as I crave these vile things, I know that I shouldn’t. That it is unholy.
He pats my head like a dog. “Good girl. Now, let’s go find the others. I’m sure they are eager to break you in.” He clicks his tongue the way he did to his horse and slaps my ass.
He pulls me by the rope, forcing me to crawl across the ground. My knees are raw from the jagged stones, but it also makes my pussy ache. I’m angry and aroused at the same time. Another new sensation for me.
Once we pass through the giant steel doors, he leads me into a great hall. The walls are black, the chandeliers a cold metallic hue, matching the iron spires outside. The floor is hard and unforgiving. He drags me to the middle of the room and yanks my shoulders back so I’m sitting back on my heels.
“Wait here. And do not move a muscle until Death commands you to.”
I cannot stop trembling. “You’re not staying?”
He gently tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his sadistic gaze. “Don’t fret. You will have me buried deep inside you later, sweet doe. Right here…” He shoves a finger in my mouth and presses down on my tongue. Then drags his finger down my chin, marking a trail with my own saliva, down my chest and belly, until he reaches my pussy. He pushes it inside. “And here.”
I bite my lip to stifle another moan as he pushes the tip of his finger inside my anus. “And here.”