Mate

Chapter 2

But patience, Novalie... We must be patient...

That needed to wait. I must take slow and torture him first.

I stopped stroking him and stepped back. He suddenly peeled his eyes open and looked at me, confused. He must be wondering why I stopped him.

"Kneel," I commanded again as I stepped back. He had a look of bewilderment but he obeyed my command. I secretly smiled knowing that this man needed to understand that he had no control here.

I am the one who has the control and the one who must receive rewarding pleasure, not him because he is just a mere slave. He also needed to understand that his wishes shouldn't be granted and just accept what would make him feel like rewards.

"Sit on your heels." I returned to my bed and crossed my legs, propping my hands behind me to support myself. Hesitant, he squatted but placed his knees to the floor and sat on his heels. Looking at him earnestly, I arched my eyebrows seeing the rewarding pleasure written on his olive orbs. Ah, I see. This man... What a fast learner... "Back straight... Spread your legs... Clasp your hands behind..."

All of my orders were being followed by Frederick.

Obediently.

I was expecting that he would get stubborn to spice things up but this was better rather than I would get impatient that I have to teach this man how things would work on from now of being a slave for Novalie Argerich.

"What must I do next, my goddess?"

Standing up, I approached him slowly. He looked up as I could feel the anticipation playing in his eyes.

My wolf was urging me to allow us to be touched by this man. Each second he would stay here in my chamber, I felt like this place had become constricted for some reason. If only this man knew how powerful he was right now, perhaps, I would somehow let him overtake this and I could try being in that position.

But no.

Never in a million years would I ever be submitted to a man. Not this man who was considered as my mate.

I fisted his hair again and forced him to look at me while I was looking down at him like he was just a mere speck of dust right now that I could easily trample down. "What did I tell you? I did say before you come here to my manor that you mustn't meet your goddess's eyes, am I correct?" I asked coldly.

I felt him shivering under my touch as I even saw the bulge on his neck go up and down as he lowered his gaze so he couldn't meet my eyes.

"I... I am sorry, my goddess..."

I want to laugh at this man. I found him adorable yet I am kind of annoyed at him. I could have wished he would continue being obedient to me but... I would love to have a punishment for this man soon.

Soon.

Yes, that would be soon.

I released his soft hair as I offered him my foot while crossing my arms. Creasing his forehead, Frederick had a questioned look. Smirking, I placed my foot on his shoulder. I shivered from the contact of my foot to the skin.

Why was it so delirious? It was so impressive I want to come right now.

Ah, Novalie. We mustn't do that. We must take our time for this one hundred million gold prize we lavished on. Taking things slowly would only be pleasurable. Also, it was going to be exciting now that we found the right man who could manage to satisfy me.

"If you are feeling sorry for your action, please your goddess," I said in my sultry pitch as I was using my finger to make him look at me by placing it under his chin. "Do it now, Frederick, before I will get impatient and bestow you a sweet punishment." I masked my voice in a seductive tone.

I would make him fall under my charms so it would be easy for him to obey. Watching as his eyes glowed in hunger for my tone, he licked his lips before he gulped. I distanced my face and bestowed him with my foot.

There was a hesitation in his action as he touched my foot. But he inhaled a sharp breath when he came to touch my foot. It was as if he had been desiring them.

I waited for him to do something that would please me. I would see if this man could understand the word, please.

Frederick lowered his head and planted a sensual short kiss on my toe. I suddenly felt goosebumps that crept into my skin. It was a delicious feeling and addictive. It made me feel thirsty as I want this action of his to keep continuing.

I ignored his hungry stare as I distanced myself from him, opening the other door for the lavatory. "Stand up and come with me." I beckoned my hand before I entered it. I approached the bathtub and checked its water temperature.

It was a good thing I managed to mind link the maidservants here to prepare the lukewarm bathwater with a smell of wintergreen. It smelled sweet and minty.

I sat at the edge of the tub and gestured my hand when he followed me inside. "Pamper yourself," I said. He bestowed me a hilarious look but he got inside the tub when I glared at him and didn't say anything. I stood up and threw him the loofah. "Scrub yourself. I'll be right back."

I left him alone and slightly closed the door. I started undressing and removed all the clothes that became a hindrance to my body. Most especially the corset that always made me feel breathless. This was the most challenging part of wearing this.

I have come to hate this the moment I started wearing this. Even the gown dresses were so heavy. I even had to wear them every single day. But it was a good thing that the fashion sense here was gradually changing.

I went back to the lavatory, naked. Frederick's eyes widened upon seeing me. His eyes raked down every curve of my body. My clit tingled from it. I'm very sure if I touched myself down there, I knew I was already wet.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked, panicking when I straddled him, sitting in front on his lap, facing him.

"Joining my slave for a bath, of course." I rolled my eyes and pulled up my hair in a messy bun. I smirked when he watched and gulped how I pulled up my hair before his eyes stayed on my breasts.

My already hardened brown nipples were right in front of him so I couldn't blame him if he wanted them so bad.

But before he could latch on them, I snapped my fingers in front of him. He snapped back and looked at me, embarrassed. But there was still hunger and desire in his olive eyes.

"Remember this another rule. You are only going to talk when you are being asked and always address me as my goddess. You are not allowed to complain about anything I will do and say or else, there's always a sweet punishment for you. Are we clear?"

"Yes, my goddess," he said, didn't falter.

Satisfied with his answer, I took his hand with me and intertwined it together. Both of us released a low moan. The touch was affecting both of us.

"What is your name?" I asked, arching my eyebrow.

He blinked from my question but he answered, "F-Frederick, my goddess."

I nodded. "Good. Always remember that new name of yours," I said with coldness. "We must set everything straight, darling. I know that you also know that I am your mate, correct?"

He nodded. "Yes, my goddess."

I caressed his face, slightly grazing my fingers to his upturned lips. "How did you know that I am your mate?" I asked in a sultry pitch, seducing him.

He got distracted a little when I squeezed my arms so he could see my cleavage and my breasts which were begging for his attention. He cleared his throat before he answered my question immediately.

"My wolf, my goddess. My wolf and I smelled your scent. It's addictive, my goddess."

"How do I smell then?"

I watched as Frederick's ears tinted with red which suddenly surprised me. It was a good thing that he wasn't looking up as he remained bowing his head, not meeting my eyes, or else he would see how surprised I was that a man like him could even feel... Shy? Embarrassed? Not sure.

"A-A sweet floral, s-summer scent, my goddess... like the exotic and elegant freesia," Frederick answered, flustering.

A sly smile suddenly appeared on my lips. It also wouldn't change the fact that this man could suddenly make my heart jump out of my ribcage at his choice of words.

"Exotic and elegant freesia, huh..." Frederick was referring to the flower that has many different colors of petals of a certain flower. I couldn't believe that was how I smelled him. I didn't expect that somehow... "Is that really how I smelled, darling? Look at me," I ordered.

Frederick glanced up as he nodded. "Yes, my goddess. No doubt."

I smiled bitterly. "I only want yes or no. No need to add any words that are unnecessary." I held his jaw by facing my palm in an upward position to grip his jaw. It wasn't harsh nor gentle. It was an exact touch that won't hurt my slave. "Of course, addressing me as your goddess is still necessary—no, it is a must. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my goddess."

Satisfied with his answer, I took the loofah from his hand after releasing his jaw. I remained silent as I started scrubbing his shoulder especially to the weak spot which made my mouth water.

I ignored my wolf when she was urging me to lick at least the crook of his neck. I chuckled in my mind and told my wolf that I would taste the wintergreen scent if I licked him. She found it exciting as I am, too.

As I was about to scrub his other shoulder, my eyes were glued to the pyrope crystal ring that was on my left hand along with the wedding ring. It was a floral-inspired masterpiece as it looked so exquisite yet simple. It was undeniably stunning in every angle as well.

I suddenly felt irritated and displeased upon seeing that and questioned myself what on earth I wore this grotesque ring again. To my annoyance, I immediately removed that ring and even that stupid wedding ring from my ring finger and threw that ring across the lavatory as I stood up not in the mood to play with Frederick anymore.

"My goddess," Frederick called.

I looked at him with a cold facade. "What?" I asked in my hostile tone.

"Did I... Did I do something to make you mad?" he asked in his soft, husky voice.

As much as I wanted to appreciate that kind of tone and as my wolf was squirming, I smiled bitterly at him. "When you are finished, come to my chamber. I have some clothes for you," I said, ignoring his question.

He still had a worried expression. He might be thinking that he had done something wrong. I let him think that before he nodded quietly. "Yes, my goddess."

Before I could leave, I couldn't help approaching him again and holding his face as I smirked. "Good boy, Frederick."

He squirmed. I swore, my compliment suddenly made him melt under my touch. He was in a daze when I left him at the tub as I took my robe. When I saw my bedroom, I already saw some new clothes for Frederick.

I smirked as I knew the servants at this manor knew what I wanted and needed without even ordering them.

I even saw a glass of water that was on the top of the bed stand. I approached it and drank some water as I calmed myself, remembering something annoying from the past. I couldn't believe I kept on wearing that ring again.

I felt disgusted that I even wore the wedding ring, too.

"Damn it..." I cussed as I took my nightgown to wear around my body. After that, I went to my favorite spot—near the window— where my painting tools and the canvas were settled there. "Clothes are in my bed. Dress up and sleep on my bed," I said as I didn't look at Frederick when I took the paintbrush as I started to continue making a new painting to calm myself.

"Yes, my goddess." I heard him say.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly. Why does his voice sound sensual? It felt like he was seducing me just by using it. I grinned realizing that I really chose a perfect man that would match my libido. I would like to explore more things for my slave and make embarrassing moments that were meant for him.

I heard my bed creak and his soft sigh while I was busy brushing the brush to the canvas in hopes that I could create something that I would call a masterpiece.

"My goddess, about the rings you threw at—"

"Don't pick them up. Let them be there and be rotten," I said coldly as I angrily pressed the brush to the canvass when I felt irritated again.

My blood was boiling again for some reason. I was supposedly enjoying my night with my newly purchased male slave yet it was so dumb of me to even wear those rings that reminded me how miserable my life was.

"Pathetic," I said out loud without thinking.

And the room fell silent at my words. I stopped painting and stared blankly at the canvas in the frustration I was feeling right now.

Standing up from sitting, I went to my vanity mirror as I released my hair from tying it. Then I looked at the reflection of Frederick who was staring and watching my movement. Smirking, I spun around.

Frederick immediately lowered his gaze the moment I approached him. He was already in full clothes as he was leaning to the headboard. I sat at the edge of the bed and stared at his handsome features.

Somehow, I felt calm with this slave who happened to be my mate. "Hey," I said in an authoritative tone.

Frederick looked up into my eyes. His eyes shone with hunger and lust. My clit throbbed seeing those expressions in his eyes. Just by mere presence, he was already curling and wanting to be praised. It was easy to decipher because I already had seen those expressions to the men I fooled around with.

"Yes, my goddess?" Ah, shit. Why was he like that? Just by saying 'yes, my goddess' yet I felt like I am near to my climax? What an absurd thought, Novalie!

What was so special about him and I kept purring like a kitten? Just because he is my mate? Is that it?

I stared at his lips that had been inviting me to claim it. Without hesitation, I crushed my lips and dwelled his tongue. Frederick suddenly responded back and held my waist and my nape, trying to take control over it.

But I broke our kiss, not wanting to keep further as I want to savor everything by keeping on prolonging this agony for myself.

Yes, this pleasure was meant for me only.

I am meant to use my mate as my pleasurable thing.

And that sounded not so bad at all.