Pet - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

What lengths would you go through to survive? Would you swallow your pride? Your dignity? I would. Survival is key. And right now, all I have is my life. And my will to survive. Because Remus has stripped my dignity away from me indefinitely.

I hear his footsteps as he walks around me. My eyes travel up to his shoes, and back down to their trained position on the floor. He has me seated on my knees with my hands folded in my lap and my head slightly bowed.

“When I enter the room, I want you in this position waiting for me at all times. You are not to move until I instruct you to do so.” His voice is like a whip, leaving no room for argument, or even a snarky response.

“Do you understand Iris?” I can hear the irritation in his voice at my lack of response.

“Yes,” I whisper. His footsteps pause, and I hear them coming towards me. I feel his fingertips underneath my chin as he guides my gaze to meet those emotionless purple eyes.

“Yes sir, Iris,” he says. I try my best to respond, but I can’t bring myself to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. He lets out a breath of frustration.

“How am I supposed to take you anywhere if you aren’t properly trained,” he says. He sounds as if he’s speaking to himself more than me. He finally lets go of my chin and I train my eyes down once again.

I hear his retreating footsteps, and let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. He’s been doing this every day. I stay locked in this room, and he’ll come and tell me what to do when and so on and so forth.

“Come. That’s enough training for one day," he says. I immediately stand and follow behind him. I know exactly where we’re going. He always takes me to the dining hall to eat. It’s the one place I’m allowed to go other than my room. And I can only go if he escorts me. I haven’t seen Ruth since my escape attempt. And the others servants don’t show their faces either. Now, it’s only me and Remus.

We make it to the dining hall and I take my seat, Remus appearing minutes later with a platter of food. I cant tell you what it is that I’m eating, but it tastes amazing and it prevents me from being hungry. The room is silent as I slowly eat. My gaze travels to Remus and he’s sitting next to me, looking at some kind of screen that’s lighting up. I try and look at the screen to see what it is he’s doing, but there are symbols on it that I don’t understand.

He always does this. He either watches me eat, or focuses all his attention on that screen. Then realization dawns on me.

“How come you never eat?” I ask. He doesn’t miss a beat.

“That’s not a topic up for discussion right now,” he says, his gaze not leaving the screen at all. I try and force myself to look away but I can’t help but stare at the being in front of me. There isn’t a flaw on his face. Not one. How can something so flawless exist? All of his hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail today.

“Eat Iris. I won’t have you looking malnourished like you were when I first found you,” he says without looking up. I jump in shock from the fact that he didn’t have to look to know I was staring. He really does care about my looks. He’s spent all the time in the world on getting rid of my dirty appearance. He even did something that would soften my hands and feet.

I take a few more bites and push my plate away, not hungry anymore. His eyes immediately follow the motion and his gaze falls back on me.

“I’m not hungry,” I say immediately looking away. He makes me so nervous. He’s been abnormally calm with me lately, but I can’t shake the feeling that it is nothing more than an act. His words from last week keep playing in my brain,

He still has yet to show me anything. But I fear that won’t be the case for much longer.

He stands abruptly from the table.

“Come.” I immediately follow suit expecting us to head back to the room I’ve been in, but I’m shocked when he leads me down a hallway. This place is a maze that I fear I will never figure out. We step into another small box room that moves upwards. Remus still doesn’t speak. This time the door opens leading through a hallway that looks similar to the one that leads to my room, except when I look on either side, I can see a magnificent view of beautiful greenery. I can tell we’re high up. Possibly on a mountain judging from the view.

“Iris.” Remus’ voice pulls me out of my ogling. I hadn’t even realized I stopped. I immediately make my way towards him. Instead of the door dissolving upon our approach like I expected, Remus places his hand on a square. The door then proceeds to dissolve. Remus turns to look at me expectantly. I slowly walk to the opening and make my way inside.

The lights illuminate upon my entrance. I have no idea where the lighting is even coming from. The room is amazing. Much more magnificent than the one I’ve been staying in. It’s large. Like a complete house or something. The ceiling is the sky, bright and blue. The walls are all glass. And I can see out of them, the view is breathtaking.

There’s a waterfall below, crashing into a bright blue pond. I turn back to survey the room, my gaze falling on the bed. It’s huge. Much bigger than mine. I could probably roll over times and still have plenty of space to not fall off the edge. There are four columns on each side, with drapes as well.

There’s also a seating area, with contraptions I’ve never seen before or could even begin to understand what they are.

I hear Remus’ footsteps as he comes behind me, and I shiver from his presence. I feel his hands around my shoulders, and all too soon the room begins to darken. The glass walls turn to some kind of black hologram, that has the night sky plastered around us. Even the ceiling has the stars now. The whole room takes on a dark aura.

I tense as Remus steps around me.

“When I speak to you, you don’t make eye contact. You may stare at my chest. But never look me, or anyone else in the eyes. You are not our equal,” he says it so nonchalantly, that I almost look at him anyway just to be a smartass.

“You may look me in the face when we are alone,” he adds as a side note. His hands move down my arms and back up again.

“You may not under any circumstances let anyone touch you. Anyone. My race is very territorial and hostile. If you give anyone permission, male or female, they will die, and you will be punished accordingly. Do you understand Iris.” I slowly nod my head. A cry of pain leaves my lips as Remus jerks on my hair, craning my neck so that my gaze meets his. He’s angry. The shades of blue in his eyes burn bright when he’s experiencing that emotion.

“You say you understand yet you cannot do the simplest thing I tell you.” He growls.

“Yes sir! Yes sir!” I scream as his grip gets tighter. He lets go and I bring my hand up to rub my hair, only to be slapped on the hand hard.

“Did I say you could move.”

“No sir,” I respond immediately. I hear him chuckle.

“Seems the best way to elicit the proper response from you is through pain.” I hear a deep rumble, and feel his presence getting closer behind me. I finally realize that the deep rumble is him. He’s fucking growling.

“Or maybe.. fear.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying my best not to move. He walks in front of me, and I keep my eyes trained on his chest. But I can feel my body shaking from the fear I’m feeling.

“Look at me, Iris.” It takes all my will power, but I eventually move my eyes up, looking at him. His face is blank of any emotion like always.

“If I take you out, will you remember these rules? Because if you don’t, I will hurt you.”

“I-” I cant even finish my sentence. He tilts his head, gazing at me.

“You have a week to remember these rules, Iris.” He turns away from me, walking towards the wall, and upon his approach it disappears revealing a bathroom.

“Come Iris.” I immediately follow him into the bathroom. Water is already steaming and I take notice that a servant is in here that I’ve never seen before. But like all the servants around here, she has a blank stare on her face from those inhibitors. I feel my anger at the sight. Taking our free will just because he felt like it. It’s despicable.

The servant walks towards me, and begins reaching towards my clothes. I immediately swat at her hands and shove her backward.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” I growl out. I hear Remus chuckle and look up to see him taking his shirt off. If I thought he was perfect before, then I don’t know what to call him now. Muscle after muscles ripples over his body. His chest is finely carved perfection with heavy ridges of abs, leading down to the sharp V that disappears into his pants. I take note that there is a silver tattoo covering his left chest and reaching all the way over his shoulder and to his back. It’s a strange symbol I’ve never seen before, and it looks amazing on him.

“Leave us," he says. His voice authoritative and cold. The servant bows her head slightly and walks to the door, it dissolving upon her approach and reappearing once she’s gone. I then realize the predicament I’m in. I’m in the bathroom with Remus. Alone. I quickly swivel around and let out a small squeal. He’s already standing in front of me. For once the purple in his eyes is burning brighter than the blue.

He wordlessly reaches out, his fingers playing at the hem of the dress I have on. The steam in the room is suddenly getting to me, and I suddenly feel light-headed. He turns me around, so that my back is to him. I feel his fingers playing at the back of the dress, and suddenly it’s in a heap on the floor. Leaving me in underwear.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs as he traces my spine. I feel chills breaking out across my arms, and he slowly turns me around to face him. I feel completely exposed to his gaze.

“So you’ve never known the pleasures of the flesh?” he asks. But it comes out like a statement. His eyes travel to my breasts and back up to my face. I assume he’s talking about sex again. So I shake my head but stop midshake.

“No sir," I say. He smiles. Fucking smiles. The first time I’ve seen it on his face without a hint of cruelty to it. And its beautiful. His teeth are perfectly straight, but I do take notice that his canines are excessively sharp.

“This is going to be very entertaining indeed,” he says.

“I want you to remove my pants,” he says. He says it with such an exciting aura, my nerves are completely frazzled and shot. When I make no intention to move, he reaches out grabbing ahold of my hands, electricity shooting through me at the contact. I gaze at him with wide eyes as he places my shaking hands on his waistband.

“Go ahead,” he encourages. I go ahead and undo the buttons, and pull at the zipper. I immediately stop when I can see his milky flesh. I look up at him with wide eyes. He doesn’t seem to care though. He’s watching me in complete amusement.

“You’ve never even seen a man naked either.” I don’t have to respond. I don’t even think he was asking me a question. Of course over the years I’ve heard things, and I’ve tried to put two and two together but things just don’t make sense to me completely. I’m aware of the different anatomies of men and women and what things are called, but I’ve never seen a man's anatomy before. But I have a strong feeling that he’s about to inform me on everything I have a question about. He laughs aloud, walking away from me and towards the edge of the tub, pulling his pants off in one swift movement. I immediately look away, my cheeks burning. I hear the sound of water moving, and look up in time to see that he’s stepped into the mini pool he calls a bathtub. He eyes me expectantly.

“I don’t like having to ask, Iris,” he says. I immediately make my way to the tub, standing at the edge. Remus watches me intensely as I take my clothes off. And by clothes I mean the flimsy pair of underwear I have on.

Remus tilts his head, motioning for me to get in the tub. I carefully force myself to get in the water. The water is hotter than what I’ve been bathing to in my room. I’m guessing this is the way Remus likes his water.

The water in the tub comes right underneath my breasts. And I’m standing. Remus makes his way over to me, and I keep my eyes trained on his chest, trying my best to calm my breathing. But I am failing miserably. I’m virtually hyperventilating as he closes in on me. Even as he moves through the water, he’s so graceful.

He grabs ahold of my forearms, pulling me with him as he walks towards the edge. It’s only when he sits down that I realize there’s a seat over here. He pulls me in between his legs, and I take notice that his hair isn’t in a ponytail. He has some of it pushed from his face at an angle, and the long tendrils are floating around him. It’s an amazing sight. He reaches behind him grabbing soap I’m assuming, and rubs it between his hands until bubbles form. He places his palm against my damp flesh, working up a lather as he washes me.

“You humans are such fragile creatures.” He says after a long moment of silence. His hands travel down over my breasts, and he lingers longer than necessary, grabbing them in his large hands. I let out a gasp as a feeling that I’ve never felt before sparks to life. His eyes travel up to mine. He slowly stands, never severing eye contact, until he is standing over me at his intimidating height.

His left-hand leaves my breasts, staying connected to my skin as he travels it down my front, resting between my legs. His fingers begin rubbing, and a totally new feeling washes over me.

“Do you feel that, Iris.” Warmth engulfs my body, and my legs grow weak. He adds pressure, and begins circling faster.

“That warmth deep within you. That slow travel that has you reaching for something.” His voice is undeniably sexy as speaks to me, only adding more to this feeling.

“Look at me, Iris.” I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed. And I open them, gazing into his bright eyes. He moves his hand deeper between my legs, and I feel his finger slipping inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion. It feels strange, and I can’t even think of how to describe it. But it intensifies the bubble building up inside me.

Remus’ gaze is so intense, but I can’t look away no matter how hard I want to.

“This feeling you’re experiencing is called arousal. Lust.” He all but growls at me. I gasp as a mini crest washes over me, and moan escaping my lips. I have to hold onto his forearms to stay upright.

“Come for me, Iris.” He whispers. I feel his finger pressing against the sensitive nub between my legs and that’s all it takes for me to shatter. My legs give out, and my whole body shakes. Luckily Remus is holding me up or I would fall completely under water. This experience is a pleasure, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Look at me.” Remus voice causes me to open my eyes once again and I gaze at him as I come on his hand. My loud moans are echoing throughout the bathroom. I finally come down from my pleasure-filled haze, my breathing uneven. Remus slowly pulls his hand from me, a smile slowly forming on his face.

“Do you know what just happened to you,” he asks, his eyes glinting with excitement and something else I can’t decipher?

“No... sir..” I barely whisper. His arms wrap around my body pulling me flush against his naked body and I feel the hard press of him against my belly.

“That, my pet, was an orgasm.”

I sit on Remus’ bed with my knees drawn up and my arms wrapped around them, holding them tightly to my chest. Remus is across the room, his fingers gracefully flying across another screen. He’s so focused on the task. I feel my cheeks burn as I remember those same fingers on me earlier. He sits so nonchalantly across the room as if he hadn’t given me my first orgasm. I had no idea pleasure like that even existed, and it was given to me by an inhuman being from another world.

After Remus washed my body, he dressed me and told me I was free to roam the room. I just made my way to the bed and have been sitting here ever since. My thoughts running me ragged.

I’ve tried not to think about it, seeing as I’ve been so focused on survival, but what about my girls? Remus said all but 3 had been killed. Which 3? I can’t help but wonder if I had been there if things would have ended differently. I reach up to my neck, grasping at air.

Remus took the necklace that held my family’s picture in it. I want to ask him if he can give it back to me. I want to ask so many questions, but I fear him more than anything. And questions weren’t worth my life.

What brought them here? Who was he in his society? I had only seen one other of his race, and he was in the process of murdering a child. I want to ask him so much. I look back to where he’s seated. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on. He’s in a pair of dark sweatpants. Even his hair is still out. I’m used to seeing it in a ponytail. But now it’s flowing down his back and falling over his shoulders. And now since it's not in a ponytail it’s falling in his face as well. What kind of alien race produces beings with white hair? My gaze falls to the silver tattoo adorning his chest. It’s such a stark silver, it would put a nickel to shame.

Remus abruptly stops his typing and gazes in my direction. I immediately look away, my cheeks burning at being caught watching him. I hear the sound of him moving as he makes his way towards me. How could someone that never seems to eat be so physically fit?

I find myself constantly wondering what this man is thinking.

“I think you are trained enough to begin staying with me.” He walks towards the door, standing there for a moment before the door dissolves and in walks Gertrude with a small cup in her hands. It’s like a little antique cup.

Remus takes it from her and she leaves the room without another word. He walks towards me with the cup, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come," he says. I quickly make my way to the edge of the bed, sitting next to him. He hands me the cup.

“Drink.” I gaze at the light pink liquid and look at him in confusion. But he shows no signs of explaining to me what’s going on. He only gets a look of irritation on his face.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” I have to catch myself from rolling my eyes and responding with a snarky, ‘I know’. I slowly bring the pink liquid to my lips, taking a small sip. It tastes like nothing. It’s almost as if I’m drinking air as crazy as it sounds. It’s rejuvenating and fresh. Remus takes the cup from me as soon as I finish without another word.

He sets the sup on a nightstand and proceeds to take his sweatpants off. I jump in shock and immediately look away. I don’t even hear him make his way back across the room until I feel his arms around my waist dragging me to the center of the bed. He wastes no time in taking my clothes off. So now we’re both in the middle of his bed, naked.

I look everywhere but at him.

“Look at me, Iris,” he says. I look at his face. His eyes are burning bright. He moves his hands around my waist, moving me between his legs. My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of my skull from the widening I’m doing with them.

“How do you feel?” he asks. I don’t know how to respond. I feel nervous. And terrified. He places his hand on my cheek, pulling me in close to his face. His eyes drop down to my lips. He leans in even closer and I can feel his manhood pressing against me.

“Open your mouth,” he murmurs. I do just as he says and before I can think any further, he kisses me. I’ve seen kissing when I was a kid. I watched the princess kiss the prince and other Hollywood films that had kissing in them. But I have never experienced it.

His lips close over mine. And they’re so soft, and warm. The same tension I had in the tub immediately comes back to my body. He continues to thoroughly kiss me, and I feel my brain turning to mush. There is no way I can think straight with him doing this to me. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right, but I feel that I may be since he seems to be growling his approval. His other hand comes up and he cups my face between both his hands.

Out of nowhere, my body turns to ice. I gasp as a sweeping sensation washes over me Like the breath is being sucked out of me in an icy blast. Remus keeps his mouth over mine. Not seeming to notice what is happening. My whole body suddenly feels heavy as the last bit of ice is sucked from my veins. I can’t hold myself up any longer. My body hurts. It feels like pins and needles are prickling me all over. I whimper in pain.

Remus holds my body, not at all worried. He lays me back against his chest, and I am still unable to move. I feel so weak.

“It’ll pass,” he says. I open my mouth trying to speak, but I can’t get anything other than a pained puff out of my mouth.

“Don’t speak. Just lay there and rest,” he says. I feel his finger running up and down the column of my spine, and I try and focus on the soothing feeling it creates.

“You asked me earlier why I don’t eat. My type of sustenance is much different from the beings of Earth. I feed off your essence. Your life source. Which can be anything that is a part of you. Blood. Flesh. Even your very essence of life.”

“If I hadn’t given you that liquid earlier, you’d be dead right now. I may need to up the dosage since you’re so weak. I didn’t even take that much and your heartbeat is faint.” I can only lay there in shock, trying to take in the insane information he’s giving me. The lights in the room suddenly dim, plunging us into darkness.

“Rest now. You’ll need all of your strength later.”