His Slave (Short Story) - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Her body was thrumming with excitement, 'Would he want me again?' She thought. Anyone with eyes could tell that he wanted her as soon as possible. It was the last day of her week, which meant tomorrow she would see him. For some reason part of her could care less that she was just his 'special slave'. He didn't treat her like one.
She pulled herself off the bed, getting ready for her day. She went to the toilet to relieve herself. Immediately frowning angrily. How could she forget? There was a red stain on her underwear. She almost wanted to cry out in frustration. What was wrong with her? She'd never felt like this before.
She looked around in her bathroom. Surely they would leave sanitary products for her. She sighed with relief when she found a packet of pads and kept it on the side while she showered. Just as her first day started, she could feel the cramps and nauseous feeling tormenting her. She collapsed on her bed, trying to find a comfortable position to ease her cramps. This was normal for her.
As soon as she started menstrual cycle she would get cramps for the first three days and the remaining four days were normal, except the heavy bleeding. If she was lucky then the bleeding would reduce by the sixth day. She didn't even want to have breakfast, her menstrual cycle always made her sleepy and more fatigued than usual.
No one could help her with these problems, she would just have to wait for them to finish. The day passed in a blur and at night she had trouble sleeping. She turned on her knees placing her hands beside her head. sighing as this position eased her pain slightly.
She woke up at the sound of rapid knocking at her door. "What?' She muttered, opening the door to reveal Mary looking at her disappointedly. "You're late. It's 8 am."
Leylas eyes widened with realisation and she ran to the bathroom, using the toilet before cleaning herself thoroughly. She didn't have time to shower but she had one yesterday. She knew she wouldn't make it in time. She had already taken ten minutes in the bathroom.
She pulled on a Lilac skin tight dress and a pair of white heels, slipping them on as fast as she could. She hurriedly walked down to the kitchen, ready to hear it from the chef who glared at her, but didn't say anything. She carefully took the tray back up and paused in front of his door taking a few deep breaths and opening it slowly, balancing the tray in one hand. She stepped in, feeling her face warming up with embarrassment of being late on her first day. She looked. up at him through her lashes to see him staring at her with his arms crossed.
''Put it down." She placed the tray down on the coffee table in the corner of his room which had a sofa big enough for two people.
"I-i'm sorry." She stuttered, fidgeting with the bottom of her dress.
"Reason." He stated coldly.
"I- I wasn't feeling well yesterday and couldn't sleep on time. I'm sorry." She apologised, looking at the floor biting her lip hard. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the sofa, sitting down.
"Come here.'' He ordered. She walked over to and gasped as he pulled her down next to himself. He then gripped her chin gently pulling her face up so she looked up at him. "Are you feeling better now?" He asked concerned.
"Yes." She answered, it was partially true. Her cramps hadn't come back yet. "You should've told me. I would've found someone to help you. Please tell me next time." He scolded gently. She nodded.
"l'm sorry." She apologised again. "Don't be. Now eat breakfast with me." He demanded.
Leyla blushed brightly, shaking her head. He was stubborn and buttered a warm piece of bread and piled it on with sliced chicken holding it out for her. They both had breakfast quietly, sharing occasional smiles which left Leyla's stomach tingling. He lifted the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to her lips making her look up at him with surprise. He nodded at her as she tipped her head back slightly, drinking the juice in small gulps. He pulled the glass away from her and watched her lick her lips sensually. Both of them were done eating and Leyla stood up quickly. Before she could take another step he pulled her back into his lap. He moved her hair off her neck, planting gentle kisses against her warm skin.
Leyla shivered, leaning back into him unintentionally, pressing her backside into his hard erection. "Wait, please." She whimpered as his hand cupped her breast as his other hand slid along her thigh. "l've waited long enough." He whispered grabbing her chin, pulling her face up and kissing her lips. Her lips parted automatically and moaned when his tongue slipped through. He pushed her back into the sofa as he leaned on top of her, staring at her with the same fiery look he'd given her in her bedroom. "I can't." She said again, squeezing her legs together. "Why?" He asked sharply. "Is it not enough for me to say that I can't?" She asked softly; hoping he wouldn't ask her to elaborate. "No."
"I'm on my... monthly... thing." She hesitated.
Disappointment flashed across his face and he pulled away. "I'm sorry." She whispered, she shouldn't but she had a feeling he was waiting for the week to be over. "Don't be. You can't control it." He said softly, leaning downwards kissing her gently. ''Is there no other way I can.. help you?" She asked, feeling her face warming up again. He stood up holding his hand out to her. She placed her hand in his, standing up quickly and followed him to his bed where he sat up against the headboard.
"Come."
She took her heels off and climbed over his lap, straddling him.
"Touch me. However you want, wherever you want."
She bit her lip, leaning up, keeping her hands in her lap. She angled her head slightly, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his. They felt warm against hers, she stayed still for a moment and pulled away looking up at him. His eyes were immediately drawn to her lips, she ended it too soon for . Her lips still tingled from their brief kiss. "May I?" She asked shyly, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.
"Whatever you want." He replied.
She began unbuttoning his shirt, taking her time. He wanted nothing more than to shred the material off himself, but he waited patiently. She pushed the sleeves down his shoulders and watched him pull it off and throw it on the floor. His body was flawless, sure there were some old scars, but he had just the right amount of muscle. Indents of his abs were prominent, his shoulders were broad and muscular. Despite her current situation she could feel that she was aroused just by seeing him naked. She leaned towards him pressing her soft lips to his neck, before suckling at it gently. He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing them slightly and she pulled away with an unsure expression. "Does that feel good?" She asked in a soft voice. He nodded, but before she could continue he pulled her face towards his kissing her.
While they were locked in their kiss he found her hand, placing it at the front of his sweatpants. She gasped against his mouth as she felt his hard length pressing against her hand. She gave it a tentative squeeze making him grunt softly. He pulled away, pressing hot kisses down her throat. His fingers fiddled with the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.
She pulled away in protest.
"Sir, I-"
"I won't completely undress you. Just the top half." He whispered. Leyla gulped before nodding. He gave her a small smile before allowing the material to drop down her shoulders, uncovering her full perky breasts.
He rubbed his thumbs over the feeling them harden under his touch before attaching his hot mouth to them. Leyla moaned, throwing her head back, keeping herself tense on his lap. She wanted to grind down on his lap so badly, but couldn't She felt the hard-on twitch against her hand reminding her what she should actually be doing. Attempting to focus on him, she slowly pushed her hand into his pants grabbing the thick length while he continued to torture her pleasurably. She wrapped her hand around it, unable to get it all the way around.
Leyla began to stroke him slowly sliding her hand up and down his velvety length. He groaned against her nipple, the vibrations leading all the way down to her core. She could feel the wet substance at the tip and used it to lubricate him, making her hand slide with more ease. "Just like that Leyla." He groaned encouragingly, bringing both his hands up to her breasts and and squeezing them in his massive palms loving how they filled his hands.
"Faster, sweetheart." He demanded lowly. Leyla whimpered in response everything was driving her crazy, his sounds, his body and the way he was pleasuring her. She moved her hand Faster, squeezing him a little tighter. He reached over as she was stroking him, grabbing a bottle of lube. She watched with curiosity as he pulled her hand up, baring her palm and squeezed some on generously. She quickly wrapped her hand around him again before it slipped into his lap. He was now slick with lube as she stroked him faster.
He was already on edge after having to wait the whole week for her, it wouldn't take him long to release all over her. He wrapped his hand over hers, pointing the tip at her breasts. He panted, feeling his stomach clench as he tried to hold on. She watched his face with even more curiosity as his eyes shut tightly, his brows were furrowed as he groaned loudly before releasing. The first few spurts landed on her breasts, whereas the rest covered her stomach. She gasped as she felt it on her body.
"Fuck!" He panted. Leyla blushed profusely, removing her slick hand and looking to the side. Her thighs tensed around his lap before relaxing, he could feel it each time.
After a few moments of silence Leyla finally spoke up. "Please excuse me." She whispered embarrassedly, climbing off his lap and pulling her dress up. He stood up too, tucking himself back in. He gently pulled her back against his chest, trailing his hand up her dress.
"I can help you Leyla." He whispered sinfully, grazing the edge of her panties. "It's dirty." She whispered, trying to keep still.
"It's not dirty. It's natural. Why don't you go and undress for me and get in the shower. I'll join you in a moment, hmm?" He suggested.
He dropped his hands as she pulled away looking up at him with her green eyes. She was still unsure, but gave him a small nod. He smiled at her and watched her walk into the bathroom. leaving the door open a crack. She undressed, quickly getting rid of her pad and standing in the shower, she could feel the wetness between her legs. She turned the handle standing underneath it and rinsed herself and watched as the reddish water turned clear.
She heard the door close behind her and her shower door open as cold air caressed her back. He planted a kiss on her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her stomach. She watched as he squirted the lube over his fingers before pressing his hand between her legs. She leaned her head back against his chest, closing her eyes and biting her lip.
A gasp left her lips as she felt the cold substance come into contact with the most sensitive part of her body. He began moving his fingers in slow circles, caressing her clit. Leyla was already ready to explode with all the stimulation from before.
Her Master took his time, alternating between slow and teasing touches, from hard and fast. She whimpered and moaned, grabbing his arm tightly.
"Please."
He smirked and quickened his pace, squeezing her breast in one hand and rubbing her with the other. Her moans were getting louder and it was getting harder to stand up straight. The tingles slowly spread from her stomach to all over her body. Her knees began shaking with the force of her orgasm. She cried out feeling herself tighten up before releasing, almost collapsing if it wasn't for his arm.
She panted as he held her. "Good girl." He said kissing her gently She felt warm and fuzzy on the inside at the small compliment. "Now, do you want to clean up alone or want me to help you?" He asked turning her around, but she was unable to look at him after what they had just done.
"Alone... please.' She whispered, looking at the floor. "Okay. Let me wash up quickly." He said grabbing his loofah and squeezing his soap over it. He made her stand under the hot water while he scrubbed himself from head to toe before coming under the water and washing the soap off himself. He didn't take any longer than 10 minutes in his thorough cleaning.
"I'll get your stuff for you." He said kissing her forehead gently before grabbing a towel off the rack. He left her to clean up and she was glad. She couldn't believe that she pleaded him to touch her, to make her cum. She washed herself thoroughly, taking a little longer than him, before hurriedly wrapping a towel around herself and then shoving a tissue between her legs. She sighed with relief when she saw a pad packet in on the small white shelf, along with a shirt and underwear. She quickly dressed herself up and walked out to see him working on his bed. "Come Leyla. You can stay with me. I brought you some pain killers and chocolates. I think that's what most girls crave isn't it?" He asked. patting the empty space beside him. She walked over to the other side of the bed, sitting beside him somewhat stiff.
"What's your name?" She asked quietly. He turned to look at her before answering.
"Michael."
She nodded. "You can lay down. I'm going to give you the next three days off, or until you feel well enough to work again." "That's very kind of you, Sir. I'll be alright in the next two days, hopefully." She said, giving him a small smile. She shuffled lower, laying down beside him.
He stared at her for a moment before looking back at his files. She fell asleep quickly. Michael pulled his blanket over her, making sure she stayed warm. He leaned back against the headboard, feeling lazy to do his work for some reason, but somehow managed to focus a little bit.
As he finished reading the file, he felt Leyla move and froze when he felt her pressing her face on his chest. "Leyla?" He asked quietly.
"Cold..."she mumbled incoherently She shivered a little bit, Michael wrapped his arm around her back, making sure she was covered from behind. He sighed, putting his fiIes away, stroking her arm gently.
And before he realised, he broke one of his rules; falling asleep whilst working at home.