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Charity paced the room now, our sexual curiosities no longer able to distract her. I was too passive, too submissive, and I knew it. I felt inferior to the lover that Freyja had been…to her…to us both. It was almost as if she completed us, butall together.She was the heavy hand, and we were the two pliable participants. Together, we made the perfect balance of soft and rough love. The three of us together were the recipe for a delicious meal that teased all the senses. Part of me longed for that again, and the jealous part of me wanted Charity all to myself. I didn’t want to share her, but I also wasn’t sure that I would be able to keep her satisfied on my own.
“I can’t be stuck in this room any longer! I am beginning to go mad! We have seen the art, the books, we have eaten food that I have only ever heard about—but Charles, where is Freyja? What has he done with her?”
She sounded hysterical, and part of me wanted to make sure she was quiet so that Domenico didn’t worry she was a threat to his secrets.
“I will talk to him, little light. I promise you, I will find out where she is. Please do not worry yourself. Freyja is a witch—a strong witch.”
Charity’s cheeks were flushed, and her snubbed nose looked so cute when she cried, swollen just like her lips. I resisted kissing her face, and instead, I took her hands into mine and squeezed.
“What is he to you anyways? Your master? I see how you look at him….”
My cheeks burned, as if she had struck me. I’m unsure of what to say, but I settled for a simple explanation.
“He was like a father to me.”
She squinted at me, as if she wasn’t happy with the answer. I couldn’t deal with this right now, an explanation of my relationship with Domenico could wait.
The library was the only place I had seen her crack even a small smile. I would bring her there and then I would go to Dom, and I would do whatever it took to find out just what he wanted with Charity’s witch.
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“Here, stay as long as you like, and I will have Fiona bring you some sweet bread and tea.”
Charity ran her fingers over the spines that lined the walls to the ceiling. Dusty tomes, and three ladders that slide left and right, a loft just like Freyjas was tucked into the top, and I watched as Charity climbed inside. She would be safe here, and I knew where to find Domenico, the man who was always shadowed in a corner somewhere. But I knew these corridors just as well as he did, him showing them to me all those years ago when I was just a boy.
I winced a little at the memories of late night and wine inside of his office. I saw many things I shouldn’t have at the ripe age of twelve. And Domenico continued to exploit those things, using them to manipulate my actions. Guilt was engraved on these walls, not just my own guilt, but the guilt of all the followers of The Delesepps. It was a keen tool to use, the people bowing to it, relinquishing any and all control.
I looked up and down the hallways, and when I was sure Charity would be left well enough alone, I strode to Domenico’s large quarters, ready to give him whatever he asked of me, so I could give my Charity all the answers she sought.
It was no mistake why we were all here, I knew what my task had been, and I had completed it. Even at the end, when the larger-than-life Wolf-man nearly gobbled me whole. I still pressed on, delivering what Domenico had asked me to just one year ago.
I knocked on the heavy wooden door, laden with iron bolts and hinges. I knocked twice, then three times, then three more. My secret code, to let him know it was me.
“Come in.”
His voice was stern, low. It sent chills down my lower spine, waking something so deep inside of me that could only be described asprimal.My body reacted to him each time he was near, but that was our secret, something only the two of us shared.
“Domenico, thank you for seeing me.”
I felt silly saying this, especially since I had done everything he asked of me without question, submissive as I was. I continued with that notion, my gratitude letting him know I wasstillsubmissive to him.
Domenico sat behind his desk, looking as handsome and regal as ever. His hair was closely shaven, and small specks of salt a pepper lazily crept up his temples. His skin looked pale to me now, whereas before I thought perhaps, he just never favored the sun. Clearly, that was why he loved to dwell inside of a dark castle.
His jaw was squared and firm, and the rough texture of his lips brought back memories of them on my neck, my thighs…
“You look downright terrified, Charles. What is it?”
He almost laughed, but I could hear the concern in his voice as well.
I rubbed my hands together in nervousness, but I stepped up closer to the desk that looked older than I was. A plush chaise lounge was set up beside it, and as I looked over the deeply red velvet, memories of those nights with Domenico flooded my mind. I shook them away, remembering why I was here.
“It’s Charity…she is frightened…morose. She wants to know what happened to Freyja.”
I felt as though the last part was blurted out, but he looked thoughtfully at me as he leaned in closer to me on his elbows.
Taking a moment to think about what I’ve said, finally he leaned back with a big sigh.
“I would have liked to have told you why I asked you to bring Freyja to me…but at the time, it didn’t make sense. Now, however, you are home, and we can discuss this—me—at length.”
