His Slave (Short Story) - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

She stared up at the ceiling, bound to the bed where she was kept for the whole day.
She had no idea what would happen. Or perhaps she did, but she didn't know who it was with. All they said was to go with the flow. She was dressed in golden flimsy silk, reaching up to her mid-thigh. She tried not to move too much otherwise the dress would ride up, exposing her more than she already was.
The room was very spacious, filled with luxurious furniture, the walls were coloured in brilliant white. The lighting in the room was dim, and she could see that it was getting dark outside, reminding her that she needed to relieve herself.
The door opened and her heart stopped. Her eyes immediately looked towards the door only to find another maid. She walked up to the bed, gently unlocking the chains to from her ankles and wrists.
She grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed, dragging her towards another door. The young woman remained quiet as she pushed her inside and shut the door leaving her inside alone.
She quickly realised it was a bathroom and sighed, relieving herself. She thoroughly wiped herself and washed her hands, just then the door opened again.
The maid signalled her to come forwards and she did so hesitantly. She pulled the silk off her body, letting it drop on the floor and then nodded her head towards the bathtub.
The woman covered her body with her arms embarrassed at being so exposed in front of someone. The maid looked at her sternly and pointed to the tub harshly.
Once she was near the tub she turned the knobs, adjusting the temperature and watched as water quickly filled the huge tub.
She stepped in the tub and leaned her head against edge of the tub, closing her eyes for a moment. The maid remained by her side for fifteen minutes, letting her soak herself.
"What are you doing?!" She gasped as she felt the maid rubbing her hands over her neck and over her breasts. "I'm cleaning you." She answered sternly. She noticed something rough being rubbed on her skin. She cautiously rubbed her skin, inspecting the sandy texture.
After being constantly scrubbed from head to toe, the Maid finally emptied the bathtub, rinsing her body and signalling her to step out of the tub to dry her thoroughly. Next she rubbed some Rose scented oil over her body, until it had absorbed into her skin.
"Wear this." She ordered, holding out a soft pink dress in front of her. She unzipped the dress pulling it on, struggling to pull the zip up by herself. The maid quickly stood behind her, pulling the zip up and trying her hair into a loose braid.
She followed the maid back out to the bedroom, signalling her over to the bed again.
She sat down on the bed and watched as the maid pulled one of the chains from the foot of the bed to lock around her ankle again. "Please don't. I won't go anywhere." She pleaded fearfully.
"Hush. You will only be unbound if your Master wishes so." She scolded.
"W-What?" She stuttered, frozen in shock. The Maid said no more as she left the room, shutting it firmly.
She pulled her knees to her chest, hugging herself tightly. Who was her Master? She gulped frightened of the thoughts that went through her mind.
It seemed as if a long time had passed, yet no one had come through the door. Every minute dragged as she waited to be put out her misery of being curious. The longer she waited the more dreadful she felt.
The door handle pushed down and the door opened. The woman held her breath as her sharp green eyes focused. A few seconds later a man emerged through, he was tall, fully suited as he walked in confidently. He had oceanic blue-green eyes, straight nose and full lips. His face was adorned with a trimmed beard and black hair puffed, yet gelled back neatly.
She quickly averted her gaze, looking down at the bed quickly realising what was going to happen to her. It was inevitable.
She was in no position to question him or to stop him, she had already accepted that the moment she was tied up on the large bed.
The man said no words as he began to undress, taking off his coat and tie. He did not want to seem eager, yet he couldn't wait to be close to the green eyed beauty. He walked over to the bed, placing a knee on the bed beside her, pulling his belt out. He immediately noticed her stiffen and narrowed his eyes, did she think he was to whip her?
"Do not fear me." He said softly, yet his voice was deep, silky yet baritone all at once.
"What's your name?" He asked, placing his finger her chin to pull her face up to look at him. She immediately blushed at being so close to this man. "Leyla." She answered in a quiet voice.
Her voice was melodious to him, so sweet yet strong. He leaned forwards holding her chin, gently pressing his lips to her soft ones, before pulling away. Her lips parted with shock.
His lip curved into a small smile at her innocent reaction. "Exquisite. Your lips taste sweeter than the best dessert in this city."
She wasn't as fair as the other women in his mansion, her skin was slightly warmer in tone, beautiful nonetheless.
He continued undressing, now pulling his shirt off, his smile widening at her shyness. He was majestic. He was extremely well built. It suited him. His abs were prominent, and his stomach was tight. His shoulders were wide and his biceps strained with every movement of his arms.
"Lie down for me." He demanded gently, as he climbed further on the bed. She hesitated, glancing at the chain around her ankle, before looking up at him. "Please." She mumbled, hoping he would understand her.
He grasped the chain, pulling her foot towards himself. "I'm trusting you." He rumbled, giving her a warning look. She watched as he unlocked the chain from around her ankle, letting it drop on the floor with a loud clank.
She laid down, keeping her eyes on his. He watched, pleased that she obeyed him, holding true to her words. He laid down beside her as she shuffled away from him.
He wrapped his hand around her elbow, moving her to her side so she was facing him. He leaned forwards again, kissing her again, only this time he didn't pull away. Leyla felt her stomach become warm and tingly at his touch, she expected herself to be disgusted, but he felt nice and gentle.
She was somewhat unresponsive, only because she did not know what to do. He parted her lips with his own, pressing his tongue into her warm and welcoming mouth, sliding it across hers. She gasped and pulled away from him. How could he do such a thing? He smiled a little before placing his hand on her warm reddened cheeks, pulling her closer again. He kissed her again, this time slowing down even more, pulling her bottom lip between his, suckling at it as she panted softly.
Again, he slid his tongue across hers, before sliding into her mouth again, coaxing her tongue to play with his. His fingers found the zip to her dress, pulling it down slowly. She protested against his mouth, making him pull away.
"It's alright." He whispered softly, sliding his fingers over her soft back. She closed her eyes as he pushed her on her back before leaning over her. He pressed his lips on to hers, deepening the kiss again, this time she did not protest, instead she tried to kiss him back, making him smile a little.
She moaned softly as he sucked her tongue in his mouth. After long moments of kissing her, she warmed up to him. Her fingers were tangled in his thick hair and her other hand rested on his shoulder. He pulled away as they both panted for air.
He then pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her sensitive skin down to her collarbone and then over her soft cleavage. He began peeling the dress off her shoulders, pulling it over her breasts, baring her to his eyes.
She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest, hiding herself from his gaze. He held on to her wrists, gently prying them apart, opening her up to his intense stare. He kept his eyes on hers as he leaned down, pulling her dark nipple into his hot mouth. She gasped arching her her back, only inviting him to do more. He let go of one of her hands, cupping her other breast and squeezing it gently. She moaned at the sensation, causing her to rub her thighs together
She felt unbelievably hot, his touch was leaving fiery tingles which all lead between her sweet thighs. He sucked and nipped at the swell of her breast, leaving love bites over her.
He pulled away from her, sitting up and pulling her dress down her legs and on the floor. She knew what happened between a man and a woman, but her parents always told her it happened between a married couple.
"Spread your legs." He ordered softly. He noticed her hesitance. She bit her lip and spread herself out, displaying her intimate parts. He groaned once he noticed how slick she was already.
He leaned back over her, letting his hand wander between her legs, teasing her inner thigh before sliding between her legs. Her hips immediately flew off her bed at the sensation. "Relax, little one." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered in response. She knew from her elder sisters that it would hurt, but they had never given her anymore information.
He slid his fingers between her legs again, sliding them up and down her wet slit. She grabbed his wrist in panic, looking up at him with uncertain eyes. His fingers searched for her nub, rubbing slow circles over it. Soon she began moaning and whimpering from pleasure.
He pulled her other nipple into his mouth, letting his middle finger run over her entrance. She hadn't noticed yet, but as soon as his finger pressed in, she squealed with shock, unintentionally pressing her hands to his chest and pushing him weakly. "P-please. I've never..." she pleaded, hoping he wouldn't hurt her.
It already stung, if his finger felt so thick inside her, she couldn't even think about how his... thing would feel inside her.
"I'll try to make it hurt as less as possible. Please relax." He soothed gently. She closed her eyes tightly, taking deep breaths, attempting to control her newly found muscles and relaxing them.
He slowly pulled his finger out and back inside, feeling it slide with a little more ease every single time. "Good girl." He praised.
She began moaning softly, clenching down on him every time he pulled out a little and back in. He then added another finger causing her to wince in pain. She did the same as before, taking deep breaths relaxing her muscles.
He sat up, pulling away from her completely. He unbuttoned his pants and boxers, kicking them off his strong legs. While he was undressing, her eyes caught the size of him and her eyes widened. He was monstrous, how could that ever fit in her. "You... you-" she muttered, closing her legs panicked.
He placed his hands on her knees, parting them again, leaning over her and kissing her fear away. "Remember what I said before?" He asked gently. She nodded slightly making him smile a little. He slid his hand between her legs again, easing two fingers back inside her heat, while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She moaned, grinding down on his hand, making him smirk. This time he did not stop, he curled his fingers into her making her moan louder as she felt her breath become shorter. It felt as if she couldn't breathe, but she didn't want him to stop. He pulled his fingers out all the way and thrust them back in slightly faster, but gently.
He could feel her tightening with every thrust until she screamed softly, releasing over his hand.
She panted harshly, opening dazed eyes, blushing fiercely as she realised how good it felt. He rubbed his wet hand over his erection, lubricating himself. He then took her hand, placing it over his hard-on. Her eyes widened as she felt him for the first time.
He shifted closer to her, holding his hand over hers as he placed his tip against her tight entrance. He rubbed the tip up and down her slit making sure he was coated before slowly pressing in.
She whimpered fearfully, pulling her hand away. He kept his intense gaze on the woman beneath him, feeling her opening up to him slowly. "You're doing so well, little one." He groaned, watching his tip slowly disappear between her folds. She felt burning pain between her legs, as if he was slowly tearing her apart. He paused, seeing tears dropping from her eyes. He pulled out a little, pushing in and out with tiny thrusts. She had barely taken 3 inches, but it felt heavenly.
He rubbed her clit again and began easing in again slightly easier. She panted in pain as she felt him go further than before. This time he didn't stop until he was all the way inside her, groaning at how slick and tight she felt around him. "That's it. Good girl." He grunted, panting softly.
He leaned pressing his lips to hers again, pleased that she had taken him so bravely. He knew it would hurt her, he made sure to prepare her as much as possible, after all his size is not easy to take.
He remained still for her, waiting until she gave him any sign to continue. "Is it still hurting?" He asked, pulling away from her reddened lips. She nodded slightly. It wasn't hurting as much as before, but she was afraid it would hurt more if he moved.
He grabbed her calf bending her leg so it was almost pressed against her chest. She gasped as the position made move deeper. He made slow circular motions, moving in and out very slightly. She whimpered softly gripping his biceps. "Bend you legs, wrap them around my back." He demanded lowly. She obeyed, pulling her legs up to his torso.
Just as she felt him move, she tensed. "Wait!" She gasped fearfully. "What is it?" He asked gently. "Will it hurt more?" She asked tentatively. "Not anymore than it hurt already."
"I'll go slow for you. Okay?" He smiled a little. She nodded, clutching his shoulders, closing her eyes.
He pulled out slowly almost all the way before sliding back in gently. She opened her eyes to look up at him. His eyes were closed and neck muscles strained as he controlled his thrusts. She felt so full, the pain was minimal now, but still there. She moaned again as her muscles pulled him into herself with each thrust. "Better?" He asked. She nodded a little, he gave her a sensual smile, pulling her nipple into his mouth again.
Every time he sucked, she felt herself get wetter. He moaned, speeding up a little, making her moan louder. Soon he was thrusting in and out of her with almost no pain, just pleasure that climbed higher and higher. He remained gentle, but wasn't sure much longer he would be able to stay slow for his new lover. Her body was burning for something, the similar tightening sensation began, but it felt as if she was stuck.
"Please." She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. He grunted, almost sounding like an animalistic growl. He was unable to hold back, and stabbing into her harder and faster tban before, gripping her hip as he felt his own orgasm release coming closer.
"Oh. Don't stop. Ah." She moaned with passion. Her moans were driving him crazy now. "So fucking good." He swore. She began moaning louder and louder, digging her heels into the mattress, moving her hips up against his.
Eventually she snapped screaming as she released, gripping him tightly. He growled again, releasing inside her, continuing to thrust until he was completely spent. Her legs shook with the intensity of her orgasm.
He slowly pulled out of her, laying down beside Leyla. She panted softly, opening her eyes and looking at the man next to her. He was already watching her intently. He stood up, walking to the bathroom, leaving her alone. She bit her lip a little hurt. Tears filled her eyes, she was nothing but another one of his slaves.
She wiped her eyes quickly as she saw him approach her again holding a towel in his hand.
"Do not be upset. You will be treated with utmost care. Your obedience has pleased me greatly." He stated, almost sounding proud.
He wiped her gently from back to front before throwing the towel on the floor.
There was a question that she was itching to ask, but she was afraid of the answer. Another part of her thought, the sooner she knew, the sooner she can prepare herself mentally.
"Will I be expected to bed other men in your home?" She asked hesitantly.
"No. Which reminds me...-" He walked to the other side of the bed, pulling out a velvet box.
She sat up as he approached her bedside again. He opened the box and pulled out a black collar with a stone the same colour as his eyes. Her heart dropped. She was going to be leashed like an animal. He noticed her face drop at the sight of what he was holding.
"You will have to wear this. This marks you as mine." He explained shortly. He wrapped it around her neck, locking it.
"It's too tight." She panicked.
"It isn't. Don't over think it, Little One. It's for your protection." He said softly. He was confused. This was the first time a woman has complained about wearing his collar.
She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
"Lie down. You will be going to your own chamber tomorrow."
She took a shaky breath and laid down naked. She curled into herself, shivering now that the heat had worn off. Her Master seemed a little confused by her behaviour, women never acted so cold towards him. He pulled his blanket over her body, pulling her against his chest.
"May I know my duties?" She asked, shivering as she felt his large hand stroking her stomach.
"Your duties are to serve me and only me, unless I tell you otherwise. Your first week will just be you getting to know this place better. After that your main duty is to bring my breakfast, which my chef prepares by 8am. I expect you to be here by 8.15, unless you have a good reason to be late. Throughout the day you won't have much to do, but I will allow you access to my library. You must look presentable at all times." He stated. Leyla couldn't help but yawn after hearing the long list.
"Okay." She mumbled. He stayed awake a little longer after she had fallen asleep, looking down at the brunette in his arms. She turned around, pressing her face against his warm chest.
He felt a strange warmth in his chest that made him want to pull her closer and keep her in his room. He closed his eyes sighing.