Chapter 180: Learn To Be A Slave

Marianne curses under her breath before looking at me with mild surprise.

“I don’t mind showing you how to act as a slave, but that will be time-consuming. Yrathea might not wait that long,” she tells me with a forced smile.

“Are you sure she won’t wait? Tell the truth!” I command her.

“She… She will.”

Words force themselves out of her mouth despite herself, making her cheeks tinge red.

“Don’t try to lie your way out of it. It’s useless.” I look at her smugly.

“Fine, but I think we’re going about this the wrong way,” she quickly presents another argument.

“What do you mean?”

“I think you should practice being the slave first. It would be more helpful,” she replies. “And I will reluctantly act as your master. I might as well get some experience for later, you know.”

“…”

I stare at her with squinted eyes.

“How can I practice if I don’t even know how a slave is supposed to act? The same goes for you,” I point out. “You can learn from me how a master should act. I have had some experience with your daughter.”

“No thanks, I am good!” She snaps.

I can almost see her brain turning, thinking of ways to get out of this. After a few seconds, she finally sighs before agreeing to it… but with a condition.

“Once I show you how the slave part is done, we need to reverse roles and practice again. After all, that’s how we will have to act in the end,” she says.

It’s clear she is demanding this in hopes of keeping me in check. If I go too far ordering her around, she can get back at me during her turn.

“Alright, we will do as you say!” I agree immediately.

Marianne looks suspicious at my instant acceptance, and she has reasons to be. There’s no need for me to agree to any of her conditions. I can simply command her to shut up and do as I say, and she’ll have no choice but to follow.

But that would be no fun. I wanna watch her dance around in my palm.

“Go on, then. You can start.”

Marianne leans back on the bed and folds her arms. We both stare at each other for a few seconds before she impatiently speaks up again.

“Why are you not giving me an order?”

“Because your demeanor doesn’t look like that of a slave. You should be standing next to me, subservient and awaiting your orders!” I tell her, shaking my head.

“That’s not how it works,” she says with a sigh. “Why would I put any effort into it? This is not my dream job. I don’t wish to be in your servitude. You can instruct me to be like that and I will, but not on my own.”

“And yes, this is a good point to remember for later when you’re in front of Yrathea and the others. You don’t have to behave any different from your usual self. Just do and say whatever you like— as long as you’re not ordered otherwise.”

I see, I see.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, giving her a nod.

Damn, to think I actually got some useful advice. I was just doing this to exact some revenge on her.

“Anyway, get ready.”

I rub my hands excitedly. I’ve given orders to Zakira here and there before, but never like this. Even I am looking forward to exploring some of this Blood Bond.

“Get up and stand in front of me.”

I muster up my commanding voice, making sure not to leave any room for denial.

Marianne’s body shoots straight up, and she walks in front of me looking as if her legs are dragging her.

“Give me some jumps…”

For starters, I make her do some normal jumps, jumping jacks, twirls and stretches. Her body moves the instant I finish uttering the commands, her reaction time being so little that it’s almost fascinating.

By the end of our little exercise session, Marianne’s face has become red with anger and embarrassment. Normally, the things I made her do do not warrant such an intense reaction, but…

“Can I not wear clothes!?” She hisses at me.

Yes, she’s completely naked. She’s been naked all along. It’s nothing surprising considering we were having sex before this. In fact, I am nude as well. But unlike her, I don’t have to jump around in this state. The semen leaking down her thighs and the ever-flopping boobs don’t seem to help either.

“No, you can’t!” I tell her with a wide grin. “Anyway, I am done playing around. Let’s get serious, shall we?”

Marianne clicks her tongue in frustration. If she thought I would let her off this easy, she thought wrong. I still have to make her suffer.

“Come here and kiss my dick.”

“HUH!?”

Looking shocked, she drops down on all fours before starting to crawl towards my crotch. I spread my legs to give her some space as she plants a quick kiss on my flaccid dick.

“Again. Give it a better kiss and then do the same to my balls,” I command her.

She kisses my cock longer, even using a little bit of tongue. She repeats the same for my balls before looking up at me with a raging glare.

“You look cute,” I say, booping her nose. “Now, spank yourself until your ass is bright red.”

*THWAK* *THWAK* *THWAK* *THWAK*

Instantly, she starts swinging back her hand, powerfully hitting her own ass. After a couple of minutes, she stops and turns around to let me examine the color of her beautiful backside. It’s as red as a tomato (which is only possible because she drank my blood earlier).

“Are you done?  Can I have my turn now?” She asks hatefully. I can tell she’s planning to make things even.

“Have some patience, there’s one last thing left,” I say mischievously. “That kiss earlier made my cock feel things, and it wants more. Stuff it inside your mouth.”

Before she can even change her expression, her face finds itself near my crotch. Opening her small mouth wide, she completely swallows my semi-erect cock.

Fuck, it’s a bit cold but the softness and wetness make up for it…

True to the command, she just stuffs my dick inside her mouth and stops moving. I didn’t directly ask for a blowjob, and it’s for a reason.

“I cannot let my slave do everything!” I say righteously, placing my hands behind her head before starting to fuck her mouth.

I don’t go slow or careful, someone as powerful as Marianne can take some rough handling. Saliva flies out of her mouth as my cock goes in and out, making a mess of her face. And the pleasure it delivers is almost comparable to a pussy.

“Drink it up!” I cry a few minutes later, busting a fat load inside.

Marianne swallows every last drop of my semen before letting go of my cock. She then wipes her mouth and fixes her hair before glaring at me with renewed intensity.

“Now?” She demands angrily, her cheeks puffed and her hands resting on her waist.

“Yeah, now… Now, we go to Yrathea!”