Her August Visitor

TWO WEEKS LATER.

Sabrina stood in front of the full-length mirror inside the ultra-modern bathroom.

If there was anything she enjoyed about her solitude, it was the chance to be alone with her thoughts and enjoy the elegant furnishings in her room and the ultra-modern bathroom.

The luxurious bathroom has a lot of airy spaces, the separate shower is styled with elegance, the tiles and the color give it a cozy feel, and the sleek shower cubicles and even the shining shower handle are something Sabrina will always remember.

The best part of her day was sitting in the bathtub at night and staring out the transparent glass that covered the bathroom; then, she counted the stars and tried to connect with them.

Two long weeks of no visitors, not even Jamal, only the two female bodyguards who brought her food and changing clothes, and they don't stay long either; once they are done helping her, they leave.

And no matter how hard she tried to make conversation, they said nothing in return, not even a polite smile, their expression as inscrutable as their employer.

And today was as usual; they had brought her a change of clothes, red lacy panties and bra, and a white nightgown that left little to one's imagination.

She did not want to wear it at first because it hardly looked decent, but since the bodyguard had not mentioned that the boss wanted her to wear it, it probably meant it wasn't of her master's choosing.

So she stood in front of the mirror, her red hair packed up behind her head, the red underwear visible under the white gown, and she blushed as she thought of Jamal seeing her in this.

She shook her head to rid herself of such thoughts, it would not favor her to think of him that way, so she admired her gorgeous body before turning off the switch inside the bathroom and heading back into the room to retire for the night.

But upon stepping out of the bathroom, Sabrina stood still, staring in shock at the figure seated on the chair in the darkness of her room, his shadow illuminated by the glow coming from the bedside lamp.

"Wh...what do you want?" Sabrina asked, her voice shaky but her expression defiant.

Jamal looked at the defiant expression on the little redhead's face, and he felt his cock stir to life; he watched her bite her lips in the manner she did whenever she was afraid, and he thought of how they'll look wrapped around his cock.

"Come over here," Jamal ordered in a chilling voice, and as if on automation, Sabrina moved to stand directly in front of the bed, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

"Good, now let your hair loose," Another chilling order that makes Sabrina raise her chin defiantly.

Jamal made no move to repeat himself, just sat with his legs crossed, and his eyes gleaming like that of a predator.

With hatred towards him at being put in this situation, Sabrina removed the band that was holding her hair up, and her glorious mane cascaded down to her shoulder.

"Good, now, lose that gown," Jamal said, letting a note of amusement enter his voice, he could feel the tension radiating from her, and if looks could kill, he'd be dead right now, but there is power in knowing that no matter how much she despises him, she will still follow his orders, because he gave her this life.

Sabrina continued staring at him, wondering why she just couldn't do as she said, she wished she could, but she refused to be treated like a paid whore.

When Jamal stood up from the chair, Sabrina froze with shock, her eyes widened with terror, thinking he was coming towards her, but he only headed to the bank of switches on the wall and turned one on.

Sabrina swore under her breath as she closed her eyes against the sudden onslaught of brightness. She had thought she would at least be protected by the darkness, but he still deprived her of that.

When her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, she realized that the light only illuminated the place she was standing and the bed itself.

"Now strip," Jamal said with force, distracting himself from the vulnerability on her face when he had turned the switch; in that split moment, before he gave the order, all he had wanted to do was get up and put his coat around her.

The thought had shocked him; apart from the deep bond he had formed with his mother and the fondness towards his half-sister, the only emotion he associates with women is lust, so he had been shocked by the strangeness of that thought.

So he had snapped out of it by giving her the order, but now he stared with amusement as Sabrina turned on her side, obstructing him from seeing her full figure.

She was trying to delay the inevitable, she had no idea that what she had just done only served to fan the flame of his desire.

So he watched, his eyes gleaming as she shimmied out of the gown, dropping it on the floor, before she unhooked the strap of the bra, freeing the twin globes on her chest, her aerolas large and red.

The way she wiggled out of the gown made his cock swell against his stomach if only she knew what she was doing.

When she had gotten herself out of the bra, Jamal said nothing, just continued admiring her translucent milky skin, her elegant neckline, and the soft cascade of her hair.

When Sabrina realized that he wasn't planning on saying anything anytime soon, she slowly turned to face him, and the full impact of her beautiful body had him clutching the chair to prevent himself from jumping him.

This night is about proving to himself that he can still hold back, that he can walk away from any woman.

So she stood there before him, her eyes shone with defiance and hatred, and another feeling he recognized all too well, she was aroused too, she probably did not understand why she was feeling that way, but she couldn't hide her body reaction

Jamal eyes moved from her eyes to her tilted nose and the glossy lips that she kept biting; it took all his willpower to control himself from getting up and devouring those lips.

Her glorious mound was firm and creamy, her areolas large and rosebud pink.

"Now discard the panties," Jamal's voice, this time carrying a note of warning, but Sabrina just continued staring at him defiantly.

Jamal got up from his seat and approached her; he wondered how long before he broke her spirit entirely.

Sabrina's heart galloped in her throat as Jamal approached her, she wondered at the wisdom in defiling him, but she refused to be treated like a whore.

So he stood before her, fully clothed while she stood there naked down to her skin except for her panties, so his hand traced her jawline, sending trickles of warmth down her spine.

And as if mesmerized she tilted her collarbone as he traced his long finger down her neck, her toes curling against the heated floor.

Sabrina clenched her hands by her side, her eyes closed against the onslaught of emotions, as he traced his finger down her neck and palmed her exposed breast.

But suddenly, he took her nipple and squeezed it painfully; Sabrina let out a yelp of pain at the sudden turn of events, her eyes watering from the unexpected pain.

"Now, when I give instructions, you follow, do I make myself clear?" Jamal's voice whispered into her ears, his breath teasing her skin, and despite how much she despised him, Laura couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her.