Pretty Little Slave - Chap 6
Master's long and calculated strokes have both of us panting with joy. I can tell he's sort of angry, he grabs onto my blouse tighter with every thrust. Enjoyment from the roughness is uncanny, every movement becomes hard to bear. I lift my chin to meet my eyes with his. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks into my eyes as he slaps the side of my face slowly. It stings, but I don't say anything. I turn my face after he pulls away, and rub the discomfort away on the velvet seat. Master knows that I feel guilty, yet he doesn't know for what. As he's in control, he loves to stay dominant, pulling the sides of my hips closer to his abdomen. In almost a wave-like pattern, he moves my body into his; he knows what he's doing. Spit hits my asshole again, and I realize he is preparing himself for a long time.
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Stretching my arms above my tousled hair, I sit up. My blouse is torn and my thong is nowhere to be found, Master is snoring peacefully on the loveseat sofa right next to me. I run my hands over the red velvet plush seats. I'm not sure how we didn't make a mess, Master tore into my body last night. I look at him, I realize admiration is gushing from my cheeks. He's owned me for several years, life could be worse with a different Master. Heck, I could be slung around like someone's car change with a different person. Master treats me with a vague amount of respect. I will honor him.
Getting up I decide I should make him a meal. Not sure if the housemaids have arrived yet, I turn to look at the rectangular digital clock. The green digits blaze 4:32 AM. They should be here around 6:00 a.m. Master usually tells them what to cook, though, I want to surprise him.
Padding gently to the kitchen through the hallway, I hear male voices from several different rooms.
Confused, I slowly creep over to a door that's cracked open. The heavy set wooden door allows little light to come through, but I can listen in on the conversation going on inside.
".... that's how long we will stay?"
"yes, the kitten needs to be broken, Nathaniel spoke to us about this."
"I'm not sure why we have to be involved? He's just selling her..."
Stunned, I move away from the door. These were the guys that Master invited over the other night! Am I getting sold? Why are they still in Master's house? I knew he had spare rooms, I didn't know he was allowing them to stay. Questions flooded my mind as I walked into the kitchen with downtrodden shoulders.
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Scrambled eggs begin to take place as I turn down the heat to the pan. I turned to my crepes, they're done and steaming nicely. The handmade vanilla whipped cream sauce is sitting in a cute little carafe right next to the plate of crepes. Regardless of how I feel, it is not up to me regarding what Master chooses for my life. Royan and Akita had to be talking about me, so I feel as if I should prepare my willing soul.
I pad lightly back to the room with the velvet sofa and gently shake Master's shoulder to wake him.
"Ive cooked for you sir." I say making my eyes as wide as possible. He likes when I look innocent in the morning.
Master grins. He takes the right side of my face in the palm of his hand and gently kisses my forehead.
"Let's just see what my Kitten worked on so diligently."
In the kitchen, I had set up the round table with two plates and settings for utensils. Master takes the seat by the window, like he always does. As I begin to serve him food, I noticed him watching my movements carefully. It's as if he's calculating something.
I certainly hope he's rethinking the thought of selling me. I can prove myself worthy to my Master.
He finishes his meal by dragging his finger across the plate and licking the last bit of vanilla cream off of his index finger. Scooting out his chair, he glances at me and I know he has to go get ready for work.
"Good job my Little Kitten. Sir will be back later tonight around my usual time. Act nicely now."
He exits the kitchen with quite some pep in his step. I watch him go and remain seated in the chair adjacent to the window. The maids should be arriving, so I will offer them some leftovers and allow them to clean my mess.
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My curiosity begins to slowly overtake my thoughts. Are masters friends still over? Have they eaten yet? Certainly not since they didn't join us for breakfast. I feel my feet pulling me in the direction of the hallway with their rooms.