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Far Side of the Moon
Roxana stared at herself in her mirror. Her large, striking eyes glistened in the sunlight that came from her window. There were bags under her eyes that she covered with makeup. With a tired smile, she moved her hair being her ear before getting up. She had a busy day as her Father wanted progress on her project. She knew that he was getting suspicious of the woman's change in behavior.
Her hand hesitated as she closed the bedroom door and turned to walk down the hall. The man weighed heavily on her mind the entire day. Jeremy had mentioned that he had heard talk of her project breaking. That the man who was in the middle of it all (to the boy's disgust) had finally fallen under her control. This made their father's interest peak and he needed to see it for himself.
Her gaze shifted downward as she walked down the empty halls. A deep pit of somberness filled her heart. The rumors were somewhat true. Cassis, the man who fought until he was knocked unconscious by her father's foot, had snapped. She hadn't beaten him as Charlotte had during her tantrum. And he didn't turn him into a trembling mess like how many of her siblings would have.
No, Roxana hummed as she reached a familiar stairway. Each step she made felt heavier than the next. She hadn't behaved like the scum she had grown up with. Instead, she had deployed the best possible method to save herself from his sister's wrath. Her heels echoed on the stairs as she nodded at the dungeon's guard. A method that would earn Cassis' admiration and adoration for as long as she needed.
The guard hurried to open the door for her with one look. He fell under her allure, her eyes overtook his mind making his knees tremble. The sixteen-year-old clenched her teeth as she passed him and saw a huddled form. From underneath her dress sleeves, she could feel rustling. Her butterflies had crawled from their hiding spot to fly onto the boy's sleeping body.
While they still preferred her blood, the insects had grown to desire him. Each butterfly landed on his shirt and began to burrow under his skin. They looked at home on his body, crawling about. The teenager spent months developing an egg that would be perfect for his arrival. They needed to be strong enough to compel the boy to crave their touch. And resilient to fight back if he tried to get away.
Slowly, she sat down across from him and put her hands on her lap. She wasn't going to bother backing out now. Her smell would be powerful enough to make him come to her. One of the side effects of the butterflies and her training made him obsessed. She was the only one who treated him like a human being in these walls. This caused him to cling to her and unconsciously beg for her approval.
It reminded her of Jeremy, but in a way that wasn't as intense. With the younger boy, she knew his behavior could go a dark place if she fed into it improperly. Cassis was someone she could give a sliver of attention and he'd be squirming for more. Her hands tightly clasped at one another as she bit her lip. Admittedly, she was nervous for today. All her work would be put to the test and if she failed, they were dead.
She parted her lips and prepared herself. Like honey, her voice coated the boy's mind. "Cassis," Her butterflies wiggled about as she spoke once more. "Cassis, why don't you wake up for me, beloved."
Like a marionette doll, the teenager began to squirm. Roxana held her breath as she watched. She wasn't sure what she'd do if this didn't work. His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes opened and glanced at her. Her throat tightened as she saw the glaze that had overtaken his gaze. The teenager looked out of it as the butterflies continued to play with him unbothered.
His mouth curved into a desperate smile. Gulping, she held out her hand, and like a puppy, he dove towards it. She forced herself to remain emotionless as his tongue darted out to lick her palm. The Cassis that had been captured would have rather died than become this. He was degrading himself for her affection.
"Are you hungry, love?" She asked as he started to suck at her skin.
The sixteen-year-old hadn't trained the boy to act like this. Naturally, he had started to lick and bite at her skin for a taste of her scent. He was an addict and the only thing that could fulfill him was her body. She slowly started to move her hand back from his grasp. If she were to be ready for Father, they had to be presentable.
This became a struggle when the drugged teen slipped his lips around her finger. Desperately, he twirled his tongue across her skin and sucked his way down to its tip. He panted as she noted his pants becoming tight in a certain area. A wet spot had begun to form that made her chest tighten. Roxana froze, briefly staring at her captor in shock before regaining her composure. Even if this was a new development, she could control it like always.
She tsked and used her hand to grasp his chin roughly. Her red gaze pierced his heart like a bullet as she spoke. "Cassis. Let go of my finger, now."
It was like a string had pulled the man off of her. His back snapped back and his mouth clamped shut as he stopped himself. Even through the drugged haze he was under, the man looked ashamed. He had been a proud man who defiantly scowled and mocked her family. The man he had been before he came under her gaze was no longer there. Who he was now was someone completely and utterly lost to her power.
The blonde debated on what to do. She couldn't ignore Cassis' attraction towards her. If she pushed it to the side she feared his urges would become unstoppable. But she found herself blushing at the thought of that. She imagined the man lapping at her skin, desperate for a taste of her body. His naked body would be bare to her eyes only. He would only be able to get off under her command. The former heir would become bewitched entirely not just by his mind, but by sexual desires.
The daydream made her adrenaline grow to a new desire that she desperately needed to itch. Quickly, the woman turned away feeling her skin warm. From behind she heard Cassis' heavy breathing that grew erratic. Roxana knew she had to get a hold of herself and think rationally. She couldn't have sex with him. If she used Cassis in such a perverse way, his mind could never recover. No, she'd have to feed into his fantasies healthily. The healthiest she could while being his trainer, owner, and God.
Roxana grabbed at her head and sighed. She was feeling a bit dizzy from an early feeding. She'd have to make this quick or she'd be forced to sleep in the room. The teenager found herself worried for her safety if she did. There was always a chance that the drugs would wear off. The conditioning hadn't been going on long enough to work by itself. His hatred for her would overpower any commands she had programmed into his subconscious.
They'd be snuffed out by the torture he had been put through. And what remained would be his thirst for revenge. He could suffocate her or choke her to death while she slept. Or when she awoke he could confront her about what she had done. The lies she spun to earn his trust would be unwound. Everything she did to break his boundaries would be thrown in her face. It scared her to know what was possible if the man's true identity and memories came to the surface.