The Sentinel's Maid

Chapter 4

Luka’s POV

I know I might have scared her into accepting the position, but being Head Sentinel, what I said was just a small taste of what would have become her future if she continued down this path! And for some reason, I didn’t want that for her. I didn’t want her to rot away in jail for years to come or end up as a lackey for some lowlife rogue, that thought he was king. My drive to protect her felt like a knife in my gut and it wouldn’t go away until I knew she was safe and sound. Preferably in my bed, naked and---

Fuck! Don’t go there, Luka!

I turned my attention back to the girl in front of me, but whereas I expected some kind of outrage or anger, she chewed on the inside of her cheeks, thinking hard.

“Fine!” she gulped, at last, pursing her lips and straightening her spine. “I’ll be--- your maid!”

And when she said that she was actually looking straight into my eyes. No fear, no hesitation… Just steely determination.

Ok. So far so good…

“Good,” I replied, not letting the surprise of her cooperation sound in my voice. She didn’t have a choice really, not if she didn’t want me to call the cops on her. But I at least had anticipated a lash out, outrage, and some roaring in outrage.

But no!

The girl just straightened her spine, accepted the terms, and dealt with whatever s**t life threw at her. And that just made me like her even more…

But enough wuss-ing around! I needed some way of controlling her – there was no way I’d just trust her. Sure, I could place the fear of God into her, but something told me that would work. She’d take that with the same stride as she took everything else.

I walked over to my desk, not scared to turn my attention away from the little mouse. If she ran I’d catch her---

And she ran!

I wouldn’t help but grin. Didn’t prey know, that running only intensified the need to hunt? I grabbed the thing I needed and went after her. She’d managed to get to the living room and was heading out the same way she’d come in. She screamed, when I appeared in front of her, seemingly out of thin air. But before she could make another move, I pushed her onto the sofa, her arms and legs flailing. Quickly, I gripped one of her legs and with mastered precision locked a bracelet around her small ankle. It was a very effective detaining mechanism Sentinel used to keep prisoners under control, a shock collar of sorts. It sent a bolt of electricity through whoever was wearing it and rendered them immobile for precious seconds.

Personally, I used it for more kinky s**t…

“What the f**k is that?” she screeched, while I set the controller on the lowest setting. I wanted to control her, not torture her…

“Call it insurance,” I explained, looking at her, as she studied the small device. She instantly went to try to pay it off, but it was useless. It didn’t look like much, but once on, it could only be opened by the master key – a key, that was currently back in my office in Luxberg. I probably had to go down there and get it--- and explaining why I needed it would be a pain in the ass, but I’d cross that bridge of discomfort once I got to it. Especially if I had to elaborate as to why I had one of those at home in the first place…

“Don’t touch,” I warned and pressed the remote. She squealed – and instantly cursed when she felt the jolt of electricity. But besides being stunned, she looked fine. Which was encouraging. That meant she wouldn’t suffer any long-lasting effects once this all was over.

“What the---?!” She exclaimed, crawling her way back up from off the floor, where she’d landed when I shocked her.

“We use these to detain people,” I snickered, holding up and showing her the remote. “Has a range of over 50 yards and very effective to immobilize people.” I continued and--- ok, I might be a little bit sick, but I liked the hateful glare she was giving me right now. It showed she had dealt with some s**t in her life, and it hadn’t brought her down. Strength and character… “If you think about running off or getting out of our agreement, this is how I’ll deal with it.” I pressed it again, just to drive home the point and she cursed viciously at me. “When I say jump, you’ll ask how high. If I don’t like your attitude or your performance, or if you generally just piss me off, this will be your punishment. Am I clear?”

“Mother f*****g c**k-sucking, son of a snake-tailed b***h!” She roared, and I had to bite back a laugh when she finally got to her feet and marched right up to me. “You do realize you’re using me as forced labor, right?” she bellowed, not showing any sign of fear at all. “That’s a crime, if I remember correctly, Mr. Straight and Narrow!”

“You want to go back to the crime part?” I retorted back, finding myself enjoying this little banter, and pretending to be thinking for a while. “Now who was it breaking into my home only moments ago?”

She growled, and I had to give it to the girl: she made a mean bulldog impression!

“And I’m pretty sure those are illegal too!” she growled, gesturing to the new accessory.

“And who are you going to tell?” I snickered back. And goddess, if looks could kill, I’d be ten feet under! I shrugged. “Besides, if the Head Sentinel can’t have one in his home, what fun would they be then?”

Suddenly all anger left her face, replaced with a new emotion. And that’s when I realized, that…

She was sort of cute when she was surprised.