PULL YOUR SKIRT UP

[~Song Recommendation: I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin~] 

An ominous silence prevailed in the room and Layla was shocked at her own action. Her crying left the chat as soon as she saw her master's face which was now facing the bathroom door, thanks to her powerful slap across his face. 

"Ma-Master…" Layla's voice trembled accompanied by her shaky breaths. She gasped in horror as soon as she noticed the mark formed over his cheek. To worsen her worry, her master turned back to face her. 

"I-I'm so-sorry Master. I-I… didn't—" 

"That was some serious hit… Where did you learn it?" Michael said while a smirk appeared on his face. He got up and Layla prayed that he wouldn't beat her as a punishment. She kept her gaze focused on his every move. To her relief, he approached the nearby cupboard and rummaged through items.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't have done that. But why he's not angry? Or is he planning to use some tool to punish me… Oh My God!' she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her hands around them, curling herself like a kitten. But her eyes were glued to his naked back. As soon as he turned back, Layla lowered her gaze.

"I was checking your wounds but it seems you thought something else…" He said keeping some distance from her. When she looked up to meet his gaze, he offered her a genuine smile. Layla saw him closing the distance before he crouched down again before her. 

She understood he was about to treat her. "Why would you do that… Master? I mean I'm just a sl-slave to you. Right?" She asked keeping her gaze down.

"Well I'm not answerable to you, so I can do whatever I want. Remember rule no. 1?" He said followed by a chuckle. 

"Now may I?" He asked and soon Layla found out he was holding a tube of ointment in his hand. She felt embarrassed not only because she just slapped him for nothing but the way he crouched down before her with his blue eyes gazing at her asking for permission as if she was someone close to him. 

She just nodded her head and Michael caught her feet with utmost care. The act itself sent shivers down her spine as she was new to a man's touch. She gasped in pain when he applied the ointment over the wounds but soon the stinging sensation subdued and got replaced by Layla feeling his warm touch. 

'How he's so hot even though his clothes are soaking wet?' She thought and glanced up to meet his handsome face. She averted her gaze instantly because she felt weak under his gaze.

"Layla… I need you to pull your skirt up." His husky voice caused her to open her eyes wide and she exclaimed.

"WHAT?" 

"I mean… I couldn't access your knee. So?"

"Oh yes-yes… I mean sure." Layla cursed herself under her breath for always thinking lewd of him. In a hurry, she pulled her skirt too much in a way revealing her thighs. 'What's wrong with me?!' she thought and was about to put her skirt down when Michael caught her hand stopping her from doing so.

"What's that?" Michael pointed his other hand's index finger at a certain place on her thigh. 

Layla turned her focus to the point he was referring and as soon as she recognized it she abruptly pulled down her skirt by removing his hold.

"Th-That's birthmark, Master," she declared turning her gaze away but Michael understood that couldn't be a birthmark. It looked more like an old burnt mark. But seeing her avoiding the topic, he didn't pester much.

Later, Layla requested that she'll treat the bruised part of her knee on her own and Michael had to comply at last with her pleas. He was about to leave the room but halted on his steps as Layla called her.

"Umm… I'm really sorry Master that I sl-slapped you like that and I noticed I even scratched you while whining so at least let me… let me…" She couldn't voice it out loud.

"Let you treat me?" He finished the sentence for her and Layla thanked him inwardly for his understanding. She nodded her head and was about to approach him limping on her way but Michael made her stop and came to her instead.

Soon she treated him with utmost care using the medical items available in the box. Layla felt his muscular arms under her touch, they even glistened in the dimly lit room with the ointment. Never ever does she get the opportunity to touch a man and that too this attractive.

She was well aware of his prying gaze on her constantly observing her like a hawk maybe checking her out too. She felt submissive in front of his strong physique and intimidating aura. But she kept her focus on the task at hand putting her insecurities at the back of her mind.

"Thanks for everything… Change your clothes as they are still soaking wait. You should have done that in the first place but anyways…" He said eyeing her from top to bottom before he averted his gaze abruptly. 

She closed the door behind him and all the events of the day started to play in her mind, although her Master occupied most of it. 'Why he's treating me so well? I thought he would punish me for trying to escape but what he did- Carried me in bridal style, treated my wounds, and not even tried to put his hands on me?' She thought before she was about to pick some dress to change.

"LORD HEAVEN!!" She exclaimed in panic as she saw her reflection in the long-dressing mirror. She noticed her soaking wet dress wrapped up around her like a body suit and it appeared almost transparent proudly showcasing her curves. She cursed herself when she caught sight of her colorful undies beneath her dress.

"He saw all of it?... That's why he was eying me that way. God, I should have changed first." Layla didn't want to feel any more embarrassment. Her flustered cheeks felt hot and she hurried inside the bathroom to change. 

******* 

When she exited the bathroom, already changed into dried clothes, she found a note near the door.

It read:

'Let's have a drink together in my room- Master.' The location of his room mentioned clearly.