His Slave (Short Story) - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

They had made up, but Leyla was still wary of him, he hadn't told her what he had done with Lara. She walked into his office without knocking. She froze, once she looked up to see Lara and Michael in one room. Michael remained calm as he looked at her, pursing his lips. He had expected her to knock at least.
"You are never stepping foot here again. That's all I'm going to say to you." he stated coldly.
"But why Master, she doesn't even listen to you, disobeys you, disrespects you in front of everyone. I have never done that." she argued spitefully.
Leyla felt shame, shame that a child would feel getting told off by their parents in front of a guest. She knew she shouldn't, she wasn't asking for anything out of this world. She just wanted her will to choose.
"You disrespected me when you decided to sleep with my guards, you think i don't know? And now you claim to want me? You have been conspiring against Leyla which means you have been conspiring against me. I know every single thing you have done, but this time I'm not letting you off." he answered leaving no room for argument.
"That's not fair. I haven't touched anymore for 2 months." she cried.
"What a coincidence, it's almost the same amount of time that Leyla has been here."
"But she is just a slave!"
"Your position is no different. Leyla is not a slave anymore." he answered calmly.
Leyla's head snapped up her eyes looking at his face, looking for any sign which could say otherwise.
Lara stood up from the chair and stomped over to the door, Leyla was alert. She didn't trust her one bit. Lara stormed past her, yanking the door open angrily.
Michael watched both of them, crossing his arms. Lara drew her hand up, Leyla immediately realized this and grabbed her wrist squeezing it tightly, before punching her in the face.
Lara screamed, holding her face. "Stupid bitch." Leyla spat, shoving her out the door and slamming it shut.
MIchael strode over to her, lifting his hand up, making Leyla flinch. He frowned, cupping her cheek gently. She opened her eyes looking up at him hesitantly. He held her lightly bruised hand, pulling her to his table, settling her on the edge.
"I wouldn't hit you, Leyla. I know I've punished you before, but it's different to slapping someone on the face." he frowned, unsure of how to explain his ways of discipline.
"It's not like it's the first time she hit me, or tried." She shrugged.
"When I punished you before... Did she provoke you?" he asked, sounding hesitant to know the answer.
"She taunted me, or would trip me while I was holding something and the day you saw me hitting her back she pretended to be innocent, as if I had been bullying her from the start." she whispered finally telling him the truth of that day.
"I'm sorry, Leyla. You started being so stubborn that i thought you had started fighting arguing with other slaves." He apologized, guilty kissing her bruised knuckles.
"My problem was only with you. The only person I would fight is you." she answered softly.
He brushed the back of his fingers over her face, she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes, sighing softly. "I'm glad you fought me." he stated, his lips curving into a small smile.
"I thought you would sell me, or give me away." she whispered fearfully. "I would never. You've argued your way into my life." he said softly.
He placed his hands on either side of her on the table, leaning down. She looked down at her lap, a soft blush working up her face. "Even after I've explored every inch of your body, you still manage to blush." he murmured, pressing his lips to her warm cheeks, smiling as the shade deepened.
He kissed her soft lips, her lips parted letting him explore her warm mouth. He tangled his tongue with hers playfully, relishing the feel of her soft shy tongue with his. He placed his hands on her thighs, squeezing himself between them. She cupped his face in her hands gently, feeling his stubble on her soft palms.
He pulled away for a second before tilting his head, deepening the kiss more, making her moan softly. He slid her dress higher, baring her thighs, but she didn't stop him. She was already soaking, the last time they were intimate was when he didn't let her finish. Her body was aching for him, to be filled by him.
He slowly unzipped her maroon dress, tracing his large hand over her back pulling the sleeves down which was the only thing holding her dress up. He stepped, allowing his eyes to take in her almost naked body, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.
Her eyes were shut with embarrassment, she felt his fingers trace the side of her breast, watching them rise and fall with every breath. Cold air blew over her nipples, causing them to harden. His warm tongue circled her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking it, while his other hand rolled the hard bud between his fingers gently. As he toyed with her, he unbuckled his pants, pulling the belt out and flinging it across the room. He quickly unbuttoned himself pulling his hot erection out before ripping the flimsy material of her underwear.
He stopped and looked down at her beautifully flushed face. "Do you want this?" he asked, watching her closely. She opened her eyes slightly taken aback by his question. Embarrassment flooded through her again, she did want him. "Yes." she whispered, looking away.
"Are you ashamed?" he asked with a frown. She shook her head, she wanted to stay away from him, but couldn't fight it anymore. He had changed drastically since their argument.
"Don't be. I want you just as badly. No one has been able to satisfy me since I've had you." he admitted, yet she was still jealous. "But you were intimate with them." she whispered hurt.
"No." he denied. "I haven't wanted anyone except you." he whispered, closing the gap between their bodies. He pushed her dress higher, fisting it in his hand, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. She held her breath as he slid his erection between her wet slit, thoroughly coating himself.
He lined himself up to her entrance, pushing in slightly. He groaned as her tight heat enveloped him inch by inch, squeezing him, pulling him in deeper.
She moaned and whimpered, clutching the dhe of the table until he had buried himself deep inside her. She panted as he stilled in her, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth, letting her get used to his size.
He pulled out halfway, sliding back in with a groan, placing one hand on her hip and the other one on her back, giving her some support as she leaned back clinging onto his shoulder.
He started with a slow rhythm as she moaned and whimpered softly, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his face. Quickly taking advantage of their position, his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking sensually.
"Michael please." She begged, her body burned for a release, feeling so close already after denying him for so long.
"Shh Leyla. I won't deny you ever again. You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he whispered. She nodded, biting her lip hard with need. He sped up for her, pulling out all the way before plunging back into her to the hilt.
He cupped her round backside in his hands, squeezing them as he thrust harder, feeling his stomach ripple with pleasure. He panted and groaned, he was going to finish with her. She laid back on the table unable to keep her body upright, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his forearms as he gripped her hips tightly. "Just a little more, okay?" He grunted. She moaned as his thrusts became more ferocious.
Michael placed his hand around her throat, tightening it slightly. His other hand trailed between her legs, knowing that all she needed was a slight touch and she would explode.
He circled her clit once and she let out a cry of pleasure, squirting over him, squeezing him hard. Her sudden vice-like grip caused him to explode, releasing thick ropes of cum inside of her. He continued rubbing her, thrusting into her until they were both completely spent.
They both panted, trying to catch their breaths. He looked down at her with a grin, making her blush hard. He pulled out of her, still erect, but his little lady needed a break. She slowly slid off his desk, pulling her dress up and zipping it.
She silently walked over to the door with shaky legs, before turning to look over her shoulder.
"I'm going to have a bath, if you would care to join me..."
He had never wanted to bathe as eagerly as he did that day, stumbling over his pants to catch up to her.