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Chapter 4
A new life
She lay there drifting off to sleep thinking about the last words he had said to her after their coupling. He said he wanted her to feel free, that he was a busy man. He wanted her available to him like this every morning and night, but other than that, she was free to pursue her own interests. ‘Interests?’ She thought over the grounds, and what they might look like. He had told her she was free to go anywhere on the property, it was hers after all.
This was certainly not at all what she expected, but she feels safe laying here against his chest, underneath the warm blankets. His heart thumps a slow rhythm under her head. ‘I will do my best to please him.’ She tells herself as she finally drifts off to sleep.
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The sights and sounds of morning began to leak in through the large bedroom window. His hand goes to his face, to wipe the sleep from it, only to be brought to the reality of morning and a weight on his chest. He looks down at her sweet sleeping form, her face so relaxed and angelic. An aching urgency tugs at his thoughts as he gazes down upon her, remembering how she looked at him last night.
He hugs her to him, and takes the small hand laying on his chest, and moves it down to wrap around his growing urgency. He can’t hide his pleased smile as those big brown eyes open up to look at him.
“I need you to do something for me, Baby.”
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Still groggy from her dreams, she peers upon the object of her master’s pleasure. Just last night it moved inside her, and now he was asking her to pleasure it with her mouth. She licked her lips and looked up at him, considering the size of her mouth compared to his swollen flesh. ‘How did that even fit inside me? How would it fit into my mouth?
He gives her a nod, and she feels him caress her cheek. That is all the encouragement she needs. She opens her mouth, and closes it down over the tip of his flesh. She closes her eyes as she tastes him in her mouth, lowering her head over him until she feels him on the back of her tongue.
She feels excess wetness in her mouth, and she tries to swallow her salivations. It doesn’t work however, as his girth prevents her mouth from moving properly. She darts her eyes up to him, hoping this isn’t a problem.
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His heart races as he watches her position herself between his legs, those doe eyes melting him like ice in the spring. He gives her a nod, and goes to move a strand of hair from her face. He wants to watch her pleasure him. His breath comes out hot as her mouth lowers and closes over his throbbing head. It is all he can do to keep his eyes open to watch her take him into her mouth.
Her mouth is small, just like the rest of her. Not as tight as her pussy, but it feels wonderful nonetheless. She gets him about halfway into her mouth before he can feel the tightness of where her throat begins. He considers how nice it would feel to press himself into her throat, but is pleasantly surprised by the sudden constriction of her trying to swallow.
It is that moment that she decides to look back up at him, her big brown eyes pleading for positive reinforcement. ‘Gods, those eyes.’ They make his heart skip a beat as he looks down at her, his lust held firmly in her mouth.
“Yes, Just like that, Good girl.” He rumbles at her, guiding her head with his hand.
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She makes a happy noise at his approval, and feels him move her head. He moves it up and away, and then back down on him. She sucks in a breath and continues with the bobbing motion he set into place. She swallows again after a few thrusts, and hears him moan in response. She looks up at him. ‘He likes that?’
She does it again as he reaches the back of her mouth, and is met with another pleasure moan. She makes a delighted noise and picks up her pace, attempting to swallow each time he approaches the entrance to her throat.
She can feel her own heat rising in response to his noises, a dampness beginning between her legs. It feels so good to make him happy.
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He watches intently as she works herself into a pleasurable rhythm. He can’t help but moan every time he feels her mouth tighten around him, it is almost as good as he imagines her throat would feel. Maybe even better. ‘Gods, she is really taking the reins with this.’ He had been afraid she wouldn’t be very good at this, but this… This was perhaps the best he had ever had. Even with only half of him being pleasured.
This woman, making happy little noises while pleasuring him. No expectation of reciprocation, or payment. ‘Those big brown eyes.’ A shiver runs through him as they affix to him again. ‘Those big doe eyes. That mouth, oh Gods, that mouth!’
The sudden rush takes him by surprise; he had been planning to pull her on top of him and let her ride him to completion. No longer was that the case as a sudden guttural growl escapes his lips and he fills her mouth with his seed.
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She looks up at him, hoping to gauge his pleasure, and was met with his steely gaze, looking at her… lovingly? No time to figure out as his eyes widened, and she felt him convulse against her tongue, a shooting spray of hot liquid filling her mouth and shooting down her throat.
She screwed her eyes shut as she heard his cry, similar to the one he gave her last night as he was pressed so deeply inside her, making her walls want to split open with the size of him. She tries to swallow again, for real this time. It doesn’t work, the liquid is still in her mouth and throat, his pulsating flesh in the way. She tries again, as she starts to sputter and gag around him.
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He gasps as he feels her contract around his sensitive head again. The feeling overpowering him after his release, he looks down at her only to feel her do it again. ‘Good God she doesn’t know when to stop!’ He thinks so himself. He pulls himself back, and gently pushes her mouth off of him. He leans back against the headboard catching his breath, his lust shrinking back down in his lap.
He watches the blonde sitting there, swallowing his seed and trying to catch her breath. Never did a woman look so breathtaking with his cum dripping down her chin. He waits for her to finally look up at him.
“Good girl.” He says with a smile, as he lifts himself from the bed; patting her on the head as he pads toward the shower.
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She lay there in that big bed, her eyes watching the bathroom door he had disappeared behind. The sounds of a running shower beyond it. She thinks about the taste of him in her mouth. Salty, with a hint of fruit. Her eyes are growing heavy in the comfort of his bed, pillows fluffier than she had ever imagined.
She once again ponders what her life will be like, pleasing him like this each day. Her consciousness fades as she drifts back to the embrace of sleep.
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Chapter 5
Discovery
He opens the door to the bathroom fully dressed, and clean shaven. His thoughts are clearer than they have been in a while. He looks over his bedroom to the blonde in his bed, fast asleep. She has the comforter pulled all the way up to her chin. He finds himself smiling as the source of his prior distractions lay dormant in his trousers, satisfied and resting. All because of her. He gives her the gift of well deserved rest as he moves silently across the room, pulling the door mostly closed behind him.
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She finally stirs to the low light of late afternoon trickling in through the window. Her gaze shoots to the bathroom door, now standing open. No sounds come from within. Slowly she raises herself from the warm bed, and makes her way towards it. It is indeed empty she realizes, as she flicks on the light. The tub is mostly dry, the evidence of her master’s shower disappearing as the day waned on.
Her soaps from the night before are back in the little basket, sitting on the edge of the tub. The sink is now covered in tiny flecks of black hair, the blade of their demise sitting half opened on the back of the sink. As she moves over to rinse them down the drain she is reminded of the sticky wetness between her legs.
He did say she should do as she wishes, that he was a busy man. He must be gone now to have let her slept the morning away. She looks over at the clawfoot tub, reminded of the luxurious but quick soak she had in it the night before. She smiles to herself as she decides on another bath.
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He stands in a busy marketplace, his eyes trained on a trader across the way. The sounds of the marketplace play heavily against his sensitive ears, and he strains to make out the words spoken by the man he watches. The sounds of carriages and barkers make it impossible. No matter, he will speak to him soon enough.
A woman crosses his path, and he finds her scent to be strong and rancid. He thinks back to the little blonde with the big brown eyes in his bed. A chuckle rumbles through his gullet as he realizes that none of the trollops here could hold a candle to her.
His steely eyes watch as his quarry rounds the corner, and he jumps to make his move. This was going to be a good day.
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Finally feeling fresh and ready for the day, the girl peeks out into the hallway from the bedroom. For the first time she sees the paintings lining the walls. Each of them painted with rich thick strokes, and bordered with heavy ornate frames. She wonders what kind of work her master does. Did he paint these? She follows them down the hallway, past closed doors until she reaches the stairs.
She remembers climbing these stairs last night, not knowing what lie at the top. Now they were her stairs, and she was free to explore the places they led. She smiles to herself and pulls a strand of hair between her fingers, twisting it around as she descends the stairs. The smooth wood of the bannister glides under her palm, polished to a high shine. Her fingers trail from it as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.
Her stomach makes a low grumble as she looks to the left and is met with a kitchen. A large bowl of fresh fruit lie in the middle of a small table. They look so enticing, and she moves towards them slowly. She wonders if it is ok if she eats this, and another rumble of her stomach reminds her that surely her master would be displeased if she let herself starve. She chooses a bright red fruit, one that she had never seen before, and turns from the table.
She opens the front door as she takes her first bite, tart juice running down her chin. She closes her eyes as she feels the sun hit her bare skin, the breeze caressing her curves and bringing her nipples to attention. She blinks her eyes open to the sight of the sun trickling down through the branches of trees. No sign of a wall or enclosed courtyard in front of her. Growing up she had always wondered what it would be like to move freely through nature, trees as far as her eyes could see. Now she was living it. ‘I am free.’
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He returned home to the door wide open. A sudden sense of panic shot through him. What the hell had he been thinking, leaving her there unattended? Did he really think that just because she had been so eager last night, that she wasn’t waiting for a chance to run? ‘No.’
“Baby?” He called up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He rushed to the open bedroom door. Empty. “FOOL!” he bellowed, his vision went red as a clawed and fur covered fist smashed against the doorframe.
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The sun was dangerously low in the sky as she finally broke through the treeline again, in view of the house. Her sun touched skin bore the evidence of a few sharp branches she had found in her trek through the woods. She hopes her master won’t be too upset that her adventures left her perfect skin with a few blemishes. She innocently skips up to the open door. ‘My door. My home.’ She giggles happily to herself as she pushes it open.
She hums to herself as she wanders into the kitchen again, grabbing a green apple this time. It looks just as she left it, he must not be home yet. She starts up the stairs, her palm welcoming the smooth polished wood into it. As she takes a bite of her apple her palm is met with a sharp sting. She sucks air in through her teeth and looks at the bannister, long deep scratches now adorn it. She wonders to herself if she had caused that somehow as she reaches the top of the stairs.
The sight that greets her is one she will never forget. ‘The paintings. The beautiful paintings.’ Many of them lie on the wood floor, smashed from their frames. The few that are left hanging are now marred with wide deep scratches as if from a bear. But it wasn’t a bear. A dark furry figure steps out of the doorway to the bedroom, towering over her, a low deep growl echoing in its throat. She is frozen.
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