His Slave (Short Story) - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Leyla felt even more shy after she allowed him to touch her so intimately, especially during her period. All this was so new to her, she couldn't believe she let him do that. Her period was close to ending and she couldn't wait to be close to him again.
She walked down to the kitchen, giving the chef a small smile before taking his breakfast tray up to his room. She paused by the stairs as someone suddenly blocked her path.
It was another woman.
She nervously glanced up at the woman who seemed to be glaring at her, more specifically at her collar.
“You're the new whore?” she scoffed. Leyla gasped, she'd never liked such name calling for women, or anyone else. If women were going to judge other women, then who was going to stop the men.
“I'm not…” she answered softly.
She laughed at Leyla, making her look down with embarrassment.
“Obviously you are. Only whores wear collars.” She smirked, knowing that Leyla would get hurt by her words. She bit her lip hard.
She could feel her eyes watering, only because part of her knew the older woman was right. She said nothing more as she avoided the woman and walked towards his room, knocking gently.
“Come in.” she heard him shout. She opened the door carefully and placed the tray where they usually had their breakfast together.
He didn't get too intimate with her again while she was menstruating so now he waited for her to tell him when she was ready again. She stood by the table and waited for him to come and sit down.
“Your food is getting cold.” she said with a frown. She watched him search for something in his drawers. “I'm coming, sweetheart.” He said as he continued to search.
“What are you looking for?” She asked, walking towards him. “A file.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed at his brief answer. “What colour is it? I'll look for it.”
He stood back up towering over her, wrapping her arms around her waist and crushing her against his chest. “You look beautiful.” And he was right. She was wearing a royal blue dress today, with her hair tied loosely. Leyla blushed again, hiding her face into his chest. He pulled her back, leaning down to kiss her gently, before pulling away.
“It's blue.”
Leyla nodded, pulling away from him and looking for it. He watched her rummaging through things for a moment, before going to sit down and have breakfast. He ate slowly enough so that when she found it, she would come and join him.
But he didn't need to do that. As soon as he took his first bite she called out to him. “Is it this one?” She asked, holding it up. He frowned. “I've been looking in that place for the past 15 minutes.”
“Should Have used your eyes.” She retorted. Michael paused and looked up at her. Leyla tensed. She had said too much.
“It seems your beauty has blinded me so much that I can't see anything but you.” He smirked. Leyla couldn't help but laugh softly at the cheesy words. He patted the space next to him. She sat down obediently. They had breakfast again, enjoying each other's company.
“Is there anything else you need?” She asked standing up.
“Yes.” He answered, giving her a heated look.
“What?” She questioned, confused.
“I think you know what.” he murmured, standing up and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Not much longer left.” She mumbled, blushing brightly.
“I can't wait.” he whispered in her ear, feeling her shudder. He smirked and pulled away from her.
She smiled sweetly. She didn't tell him what happened earlier and didn't really think much of it. It was all forgotten when he pulled her onto his bed and wrapped both of them in his thick blanket just enjoying the intimacy and warmth of their bodies.
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Leyla fell into the routine of getting dressed and spending most of her morning with him.
She carried his tray of food back up to his room and froze. His door opened to reveal the same women from a few days ago stepping out. But that wasn't the issue, it was the fact that she was wearing a man's shirt, which obviously pointed towards Michael.
The woman stepped in front of her, pausing. “Oh… I forgot to button up.” She giggled. Leyla attempted to keep her emotions bottled up. The pain she felt after seeing the woman leave his bedroom was too much.
Her face switched up inhumanely fast and she glared at Leyla. She took a step towards her and crossed her arms. “I've seen bitches like you pretending to be innocent but are nothing but cunning.”
“I don't understand what you mean.” She answered softly, frowning softly. The lady raised her hand and smacked the tray out of her hands, causing loud clanking sounds to echo down the corridor. Leyla gasped, looking down at the wasted food before glaring at her.
“What on earth is your problem?” She shouted. The woman's eyes widened before she shoved Leyla back, causing her to stumble backwards. Another gasp left her mouth as she caught herself against the wall.
Leyla felt rage filling her veins, more than she had ever felt before. She marched up to the taller woman and raised her hand fast. A loud smack resounded over the place this time.
“Leyla!”
Leyla’s eyes widened as she looked behind the woman to see Michael standing there. To say he was angry was an understatement.
The woman began crying suddenly as she held her face. Leyla glared at her once more before more.
“Leyla! Go inside.” He ordered, clenching his jaw tightly. She knew she was in trouble for sure, but knew he wouldn't punish her without an explanation. She obediently walked into his bedroom and waited fidgeting nervously.
After what seemed ages, he walked in shutting the door and crossing his arms.
“Sir, I-”
“Quiet.” He growled dangerously. She immediately sealed her lips.
“I didnt think I'd have to punish you so soon, Leyla.” He started rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. She gulped looking at him. He moved to the end of the bed, beckoning her over.
“But you leave me no choice. And I hope this is the last time I have to punish you, it seems you have forgotten your place.”
“But I-”
“I didn't give you permission to speak. Come here, now.” He ordered again. Leyla’s heart was racing with fear. He grabbed her arm forcefull, pulling her over quickly and bent her over the edge of the bed.
“Keep your hands beside your head.” He demanded lowly. He slowly lifted the end of her dress, baring her round backside to his eyes. She was unable to accept that he would punish her without allowing her to give him an explanation.
“Stay still.” He said, running his hand over her soft skin. He raised his hand before bringing it down fast. She let out a scream of pain and shock, moving her hand back, rubbing her bottom. “Didn't I tell you to keep your hand beside your head?” He warned, smacking her again.
Another smack landed on her ass, harder than before making her scream again. Leyla felt terror sweep through her. He was hitting her as a form of punishment.
“Please, please!” She shouted as he continued to punish her, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. She attempted to move away from him, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists in his hand. She struggled with all her power to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't let her go.
“Stay still, Leyla.” he repeated. He didn't stop spanking her, her bottom began burning. She still begged him, hoping that he would let her go. She continued to struggle, gasping and crying in pain. Her legs were beginning to feel sore and her butt was now bright red. She sobbed as she felt more sharp spanks come down on both her cheeks.
After what seemed a long time he finally stopped, but in reality it happened in a span of 10 minutes. She sobbed, remaining limp on his bed. Her pain wasn't physical, it was more emotional.
Somehow, she managed to push herself back on her legs which were shaking uncontrollably. Leyla wiped her tears with the back of her hands, Michael watched her sob for some reason feeling guilty, but he knew it was her fault.
“You h-hurt me.” She cried, backing away from him in fear and he immediately narrowed his eyes at her. He took a step towards her and she flinched, moving further away from him.
He didn't stop his advances towards her. When he was close enough she pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him as hard as possible. Michael didn't expect her sudden movement and stumbled back confused. He looked up just in time to see Leyla violently pulling the handle open and running to her room. He didn't waste another second as he followed her, but he was too late. She has locked herself in the bathroom.
“Open the door Leyla.” He demanded pounding his fist on it. He heard her sobbing through the dorm but she made no move to open it for him. Leyla stayed against the wall, keeping her butt away from it, even her dress burning her.
After ten minutes of constant knocking on the door he left her alone. She moved to the full length mirror and lifted her dress. She gasped again, her bottom was bright red. She touched it with her finger, hissing at the sting.
Tears continued to well up in her eyes as she tried to understand why he hit her. This isn't normal. She understood that she was just a slave, but surely she didnt deserve it even as a slave, especially if it wasnt her fault.
She sat down beside the cabinet, leaning to her side so that her bottom wasn't in direct contact with anything. Leyla was exhausted and tired. She was too scared to leave.