Standing by my window, I watch as the moon moves higher and higher taking its place at the apex of the sky, my stomach churning with every minute that passes as I wait for him, my master, nervousness taking over my senses.
The cool breeze tickles my naked body through my lilac sheer robe. I wore it today because it was his favorite color. He said it makes me look elegant.
I need him to be impressed with me today. The last time he was here he kissed my head and told me I was beautiful because I was obedient. I want him to kiss my head again.
My nipples harden in arousal just at the thought of him and I smile bashfully as my ears begin to heat up.
Today is the day I'd pleasure him in bed, I've waited weeks for him, my body yearned for him, my core oozes it's juices slowly and I am tempted to touch myself just a little before he comes but I dare not, he forbids me, my body is his only and no one is allowed to touch me, not even me.
My breath hitches as soon as I hear his steps bounce off the castle stone walls. He's here. I struggle to compose myself, my arms fidgeting as I try to figure out what position my arms should be.
The wooden door knob twists and I bow my head and impulse at the direction of the door, respecting the throne, intertwining my fingers as I do so.
“Welcome my lord,” I bow expecting his voice to fill my ears with his response but I'm left with the suffocating silence as his slow echoing footsteps fill the room instead.
I swallow nervously as he gets closer and closer but I keep my body completely still waiting for his command.
“Eris my sweet girl” he finally mumbles, his honey voice whispers as he touches my chin with his thumb caressing it gently. “Rise” he finally commands.
I stand up straight meeting his bare muscular chest, my fingers twitching from the urge to touch it.
He takes my chin with his index finger raising my head up to meet his dark gaze as he stares down at me, his lips etch with a small teasing smile.
My heart skips a beat once I lock eyes with his mesmerizing green eyes and my ears burn from the heat of our proximity.
“I've missed you” he says, tucking my thick black hair in the back of my ear with his free hand. His eyes lower down to my naked breasts. They twinkle with lust.
“I-I’ve missed you t-” I stutter before his lips come crashing into mine taking in all of me devouring me with his lips as his hands travel down my back and stop at my buttocks.
He massages them slowly, feeling every part just before he deepens his kiss, then spanks me rhythmically before shoving me into him as I crash on his strong abs, his musky scent filling my nostrils.
The bulge in-between my thighs hardens and he presses me further on it as he begins to grind on me till he breaks the kiss and I gasp for air panting as we look into each other's eyes.
“You look beautiful in this robe” he says rubbing my bare hardened nipples lightly and my core begins to react to his touch as it aches and throbs. I can only look away bashfully not knowing how to react.
“Th-th-thank you master” I reply still looking away but then his gentle rub turns into a hard squeeze as his hands undo the robe in a flash and I squeal from the pleasure of his touch.
“Look at me when you're talking my sweet Eris” he says, intensifying the squeeze. “you don't want to anger me hmm my sweet” he continues and I moan fidgeting from this pain that brought me a euphoric feeling throughout my body.
“I've missed my little buttons,” he says, his tone delighted and he lowers his head down to my neck, his hot breath pouring on me making my temperature rise as my breathing hitches for the second time.
“Why don't you show me how much you've missed me” he whispers.
“Yes master” I obliged, ready to do whatever he asked. I am his to take.
He slips the robe off me as it falls to the ground without a sound “you looked beautiful in that robe but it's time to take it off” he whispers in my ear right before he lifts me up carrying each of my legs in both arms and then slamming me on the bed.
I make an attempt to sit up straight waiting for his commands but he yanks me by my legs spreading them wide as he places them on his chest.
“Stay still,” he commands as he begins to run his index finger on my core gently and the electrifying sensation travels throughout my body.
I cover my mouth with my hands in an attempt to muffle my soft moans as I throw my head back enjoying every moment.
The strokes intensify and so do my moans and that's when he leans in and removes my hands from my mouth pinning them on the bed and my moans fill the room.
“You know I love it when you moan” he groans, his hot breath pouring on my face just before he pushes his fingers inside me thrusting in and out faster and faster sending electric sensations to my brain.
“Yes that's my sweet girl, scream” he says before he starts to nibble on my breast passionately.
He let's go of my nipple and looks right into my eyes, his eyes showing no mercy as his lips begin to etch in a wicked smile as his fingers go deeper and my moans turn into light screams as my juices flowed like water and by the time he's done my body is exhausted, but I know he's not done with me.
He undoes his rob and it falls to the ground revealing his member standing erect in my direction. His smile widens as his moist fingers brush my breasts and go down my belly button while I lay there waiting for my master's next command.
“Turn around” he says finally and I do so bending over waiting for him to take me from behind.
His sudden grab on my hips takes me by surprise as he pulls me close aggressively and rams himself into me, again, again and again paying my intense scream no mind.
Times like this remind me what I truly am to him, a slave for his fantasies, an object of pleasure. But I don't mind, he wants me and that's what matters. I am here to serve him with all that I have. I am grateful he chose me, I don't deserve this honor.
I grab the sheets sinking my nails into the bed as I press my face into the pillow hoping to reduce the sounds but his thrusts deepen as his tempo increases, the sounds of his skin colliding into mine amplifies.
I scream some more tears welling in my eyes as my endurance begins to wane but I dare not provoke him by moving my body by even an inch. I feel him grab a handful of my hair and he pulls my face up from the pillow.
“Don't you dare hide the sounds of your pleasure from me” he growls.
I reach for his arm trying to get it out of my hair but he grabs both my hands and pins it on my back. I accept my fate and take in all of him.
This continues for the rest of the night, I give him all of me in every position I was taught.
And when he was done my body was completely deflated, devoid of energy as I pant like my life depends on it and before I knew it he was gone.
He had never been this rough with me before and I don't know what to feel. Every part of me aches and my throat is sore from all the screaming.
Just then the door swings open and my maids flood the room, they reach my side and they all carry me to my wooden bath bowl and lay me inside.
They clean me up slowly and lovingly without saying a word. They never say anything.
They are human like me and it felt nice to have my own kind close by and sometimes I imagine them being my friends even though I don't know either of their names nor do they know mine.
They are four always dressed in black, two of them looked my age and the others looked like they were about the age of a grandmother.
One of them began to rub an ointment on me, the familiar scent intoxicating me into a daze as my vision blurred.
“I wonder where their grandchildren are,” I think to myself just before I dozed off into a trance. I'm back in the orphanage where I'm unloved and unwanted.
“No” I groan “I can't go back there. I'm happy here. I just need to adjust” I continued.
Those are the last things I hear myself say until everything turns completely black.