by Tamsin Baker
She shook her head. Her master had been careful not to cut her skin, but she had been beaten until she was covered in purple black bruises many times. “No scars like you, but yes, he was an evil man. I’m glad he’s dead.”
She gasped and glanced around the room to see who had heard her. Fear prickled along her shivery skin.
“It’s okay. You can say that. I wish my old master was dead, too. Unfortunately he still lives.”
Dominiq's calm voice soothed her, and she forced another question through her tight throat.
“How did you get away then?”
“My last master saw me at the markets one day and followed me home. The next day I was being shipped off in a box to his house. I was never told exactly what happened, but I assume a lot of money was exchanged.”
“That’s … amazing.”
A fairytale really.
A heavy sigh left him. “Yes, but I think I’ve shared enough for tonight. Bed time. Good night, Fierre.”
“Good night, Dominiq.”
The room was now empty and the sun had set over their land.
Fierre jumped up off the couch and hurried down the hall to her room.
She locked the door and slid the key beneath her pillow.
She took several calm breaths and readied herself for bed. Nightmares still haunted her, but she was trying very hard to have a regular routine and get lots of good rest to make up for the decades of sleep deprivation. She still had slashes of black beneath her eyes that no amount of sleep seemed to fix.
She had a quick look in the mirror to check to see if her ribs were disappearing. Master Thomas hated how thin she was and had sat her down the first day she’d begun working for him.
He’s said that as a servant and not a slave she represented his house and what sort of employer he was. If she were emaciated then it reflected badly on him.
For the first week she had struggled to eat anything they served to her, her stomach long since giving up on any serious nutrition, but it was better now, and she had begun to put on weight. This was much to her embarrassment as her body changed, but Master Thomas was happy and that was all that mattered.
She climbed into bed and closed her eyes, Master Thomas’s silver hair in her mind. How soft would those strands be to touch?
****
“Fierre, would you mind serving my friend and me for tea this afternoon?”
Fierre lifted her head and stared at Master Thomas. Her knees were aching from kneeling in the bath, scrubbing the tiles with her gloved hands. Gloves … such a luxury.
“Yes, of course.”
So strange to be asked to do something rather than just told.
He gave her a huge smile and a lingering look that made her own mouth kick up into a grin. Heat spread up her cheeks so she ducked her head back down and concentrated on the small black tiles.
An hour later Fierre poured the tea and arranged the sweets on the plates in front of her.
Master Thomas's guest was a woman. A very attractive woman.
She had long silver hair very similar to her master’s, and an eloquent voice that showed her high level of education.
“Would you like anything else?”
She bowed her head and tried to look respectively submissive.
“Just our sandwiches when they're ready. Thank you, Fierre.”
The sandwiches! Shit!
She groaned and twisted away, pushing her legs to move quickly to the kitchen. The sandwiches were waiting for her on the bench, piled high.
She stared at them for a moment. She wouldn't eat that much in a week.
How much were these two going to consume?
She took the plate and swiveled back, hurrying to serve the light lunch her master had asked for.
When she stepped back into the dining room, the woman was reaching out to Master Thomas, stroking his pink skin with her long fingernails.
A strange growl rose and rippled through Fierre as her hands clenched onto the thin serving platter.
Master Thomas and the woman turned towards her, their eyes wide as they jumped apart.
Fire licked at her face, stroking her throat and cheekbones with unforgiving heat.
Master Thomas locked his purple eyes on to her, his pink tinged hand extending out to her, palm up.
“Please?”
She breathed in through her nose, took a step closer and put the tray on his hand.
Their eyes danced together, and her body tightened. That uncomfortable warmth between her legs that was normally there when Master Thomas was around, roared to life.
“Thank you.”
She pried her fingers away from the tray, nodded and twirled away, angry knots twisting up her gut.
Fierre took several deep breaths, unable to slow the racing of her heart or the hollowness in her chest.
What was wrong with her?
She heard footsteps on the hallway floor behind her, and she ran. Her legs screamed at her as she wove through the house as fast as she could, and then she crouched down beneath a low cupboard, putting her small frame and extreme flexibility to good use.
The footsteps didn’t find her, and as the soft hum of conversation in the dining room filled the emptiness around her, she let her head sink onto her knees and her eyes close.
She was going to lose this job.
Hot tears stung her eyes and caressed her eyelashes.
She blinked once, staring down at the clear moisture on her fingertips.
A calmness invaded her body then, and she went completely still.
When was the last time she had cried?
It had been years.
She crawled out of the small space, her knees cracking as she pushed herself back to standing and stretched out her back.
There was only one thing to do and that was to finish her work and go speak to Karin about getting a new employer.
Hot pain seared through her chest as she thought about leaving Master Thomas.
She shook out her shoulders and straightened her back, lifting her chin high. After today’s mistake she was never facing him again.
Never.
****
“Are you sure you want to do this, Fierre? I saw Thomas only today and he spoke very highly of you.”
Fierre shook her head as fast as she could, her long hair brushing over her shoulders.
“I need a fresh start somewhere else, Karin. I have money enough to last me for a few weeks, but I would love to find a new employer soon if that is at all possible?”
She lifted her eyes to Karin’s and hoped there was enough pleading in them for the woman to find her another person willing to employ her.
When she had returned home she had been struck with the possibility of not being able to pay for her food, her rent. Where would she go? What would she do?
“I’ll have a look as soon as I get home. The Church of Electa does have patrons that would be willing to help you, but I would need to call in a favor or two. I’ll check our current lists and get back to you tomorrow.”
Relief shattered through her like a pipe bursting.
“Thank you so much, Karin. I really can’t say how much I appreciate this.”
The woman smiled and left, leaving Fierre alone in her room.
She shivered in the silence, wrapping her arms around herself.
The sun was setting, pretty hues of purple settling through her window.
She slipped off her singlet and pants, running her hands over the small breasts that had formed since she had begun eating so much, the nipples tight and aching.
A knock sounded on her door, and she frowned as she opened it, standing off to the side, hiding her partially naked body and assuming it would be Karin standing there.
Eyes the same color as the sun set outside glared at her.
“Master Thomas.”
Her legs quivered as she gripped harder to the door handle.
He strode in to her room and she gasped, grabbing for her clothes and
holding them up against her body.
“You left. Quit. Without even telling me!"
Master Thomas's pink skin shone like the setting sun as he glared at her.
“I'm sorry.” She dipped her head and swallowed hard. It had been cruel to leave him as she had.
Noises of her neighbors in the corridor made her push back, closing the door so that no one knew he was here.
“Tell me why, Fierre.”
No way.
She clung tighter to her clothes, her bare legs squirming as she stood beneath her Master's significant body.
That ache in her belly had returned, the one she always felt when he was around.
His fingers grabbed her chin and lifted her head until they were eye to eye. She lifted her chin to break contact, but he held tight, staring down at her.
“Was I cruel? Did I mistreat you in some way?”
A sob caught in her throat as she shook her head.
“Then why, Fierre? Why did you leave me?”
She swallowed hard, the pain in her throat forcing the words out.
“Because I was ashamed of how I acted in front of you and your guest.”
He scrunched up his face, his eyebrows lowering over his eyes.
“And how was that, Fierre? Angry? Jealous that another woman touched me?”
Fierre clenched her teeth hard and tried to get away from him, but he pressed up against her body, moving her back until her spine pressed against the door, with it clicking into place with a decisive snick.
She gasped and lifted her face. “Don't say that.”
It couldn't be true.
“Why not? I've seen the way you look at me. I can feel the heat in your body. Are you telling me I can't?”
He lifted his hand and grabbed her shirt she held in her hand, pulling it down her body and tossing it across the room.
Her breath shuddered in her chest as she struggled to draw air in.
He stepped closer again, his warm hands coming up to cup her small breasts, his thumbs caressing their tight peaks.
Lust curled through her chest making her knees shake and a moan leave her lips.
“Tell me, Fierre. Tell me you don't feel this as I do and I'll leave you alone forever.”
“No.” That one word exploded from her and his face fell, his hands falling away from her in a movement that made her heart lurch in her chest.
“I'm sorry. I thought you…”
She reached out for him, her fingers aching to curl around him.
“Oh no! You misunderstand me. Don't leave me, please. I … want…” She couldn't say it, but it seemed to be enough as he grabbed for her again, this time dropping his lips and capturing hers.
She let her eyelids close as she reached for his shoulders, her world spinning on its axis and changing everything she'd ever thought possible.
His tongue dipped into her mouth and she moaned, his taste exploding through her senses. She captured his tongue between her lips and sucked hard on it, wanting more of him, needing to get closer.
She reached for his shirt, and he stepped back, away from her.
Her eyes sprang open in panic, but she let her shoulders relax when she saw him unveil his beautiful body to her. His shirt fell to the floor, followed by his pants and sandals. His long cock was jutting out at an angle from his body, pleading for her attentions and touch.
She stared at him for a long moment, and then he spoke, his voice rough. “You haven't done this before?”
She shook her head and swallowed hard, waiting for his response. He chuckled gently. “Good.”
He reached for her, and she went into his arms, her body aching with need for him.
He picked her up and turned them, laying her on her small bed so that she was on her back and he was kneeling on the floor beside her.
“Let me love you.”
She nodded, not really sure what he meant or what he was going to do, but she trusted him, and that was all that was important. Fierre reached for him to bring him closer, but he dipped his head and ran his tongue around her nipple.
Tendrils of heat rippled through her body, pulling tight on her pussy.
“Ah … oh.”
She threaded her fingers into his long silver hair and held him to her breast, the feelings unlike anything she'd ever felt before. They were pleasurable down deep, satisfying and yet arousing all in one.
He moved to her other breast and gave it similar attention, tugging harder this time and causing her to cry out at the feelings pulsing through her blood.
He moved lower, kissing between her ribs and over her belly, finally moving around the bed so that he settled his large body between her thighs.
“What are you doing?”
She tried to pull her thighs tight together, unnerved by the fact that he had his face too close to her private areas. But he gave her a cheeky, bright smile and dipped his head down, swiping her with his tongue.
Tingles of pleasure exploded across her skin.
“Oh! For—agh!” She gave up on speaking. Instead she accepted his gift, and she did nothing more than make incoherent cries as he ate at her pussy, nibbling, licking and stroking at her clit.
She dug her nails into his head and arched her back as her belly tightened and pulsed with sensation. That was when he eased two fingers inside her—where she was aching so badly she cried out with relief as he filled the void.
“Oh yes, please, yes.”
She bucked against his fingers, the ache that he’d created now squeezing tight and getting worse, yet relief was in sight. She could feel it.
Master Thomas pulled away from her, and she cried out to him. He couldn’t leave her now! But instead of moving away as she feared, he pulled her to stand on her wobbly legs and gripped her hips.
“Hold on to my shoulders.”
She grabbed for his muscled arms and shrieked as he lifted her high on his waist. She wrapped her legs around him and held on to his strength as he forced her lips apart with his tongue, claiming her mouth once again.
His cock rubbed against her wet body, and she moved with its rhythm, entranced by the feeling of that thick shaft pressing against her.
Her heart danced within her chest, her breath hitching in her throat. This was what the other slaves had talked about. The mating between a male and female.
She pressed against him, and a growl rose from him that called to her, spoke of his desire and made a similar noise rise within her chest.
She pressed again, and he grabbed hips to control her, pulling her down onto his shaft in one long tug.
Sweet pain rippled through her as she threw her head back and moaned aloud as he filled her pussy with his long cock. It was like being torn apart and yet completed all at once. She was filled and burning with his body inside hers.
Then finally she had totally embraced him, his belly pressing against her clit and his balls beneath her ass.
“You feel better than anything I ever imagined.”
She took a long breath to calm her quivering body, which was stretched and hurting and needing something more.
“You dreamed about me?”
A smile lifted his lips as sweat beaded his forehead. “Oh yes. Every night I dreamed of this.”
He lifted her up and then pulled her down, sparkles of energy and pleasure tingling inside her as he re filled her body.
She sighed and let herself relax against him.
“Every moment I saw you, moving around my house, meeting my friends, I wanted you beside me, in my arms, in my bed.”
He moved her faster on him, pulling her up and pushing her down on his cock like she were riding him.
His words moved around her like a whirling wind, making heat rise and fold.
“Ah.” She let her head fall back as he pumped into her harder, holding her effortlessly against him with his strong arms.
The pleasure inside her belly began to build, higher and higher until she was clawing at his sweaty shoulders and panting fro
m the clenching tightness of her belly.
“That's a girl, squeeze me. Pull my cum right out of me.”
Fierre forced her head up and her eyes open. Sweat covered Master Thomas's face, the muscles in his arms and chest bulging as he thrust into her, harder and faster.
She looked directly into his eyes, and the coil inside her belly tightened to an unstoppable level. Her mouth fell open and she began to scream as the pleasure reached some sort of pinnacle and then began rolling down.
Heat raced through her, her body convulsing and shaking as Master Thomas strained against her, his own hoarse cries joining hers as warmth poured inside her.
He finally went still and staggered, sliding down onto the bed, seated with his back against the wall.
Fierre's eyes were too heavy to hold up. She let them close and rested her head in the crook of Master Thomas' neck. He smelled sweet, like rain.
“Are you all right, Fierre?”
She nodded and snuggled closer, unwilling to disengage from him despite the deep ache in her belly.
His arms came around her, holding her close.
Somewhere in her drugged brain she noted how easy his affection now was. After years of only knowing cruelty and very little touch at all, this moment in time was as perfect as any she would ever experience.
Sleep snuck in like a thief in the night, draining her of all her energy and bringing with it a peaceful darkness.
The next morning she had a vague memory of him moving her, arranging her in bed and pressing his lips to her head, but it was all done as though it were a dream, and she had the most peaceful night sleep she'd ever had.
****
Fierre woke up in the sunlight alone, but with an incredibly strong sense of peace. No nightmares had plagued her through the night, and even now she could feel a smile on her lips.
She rolled onto her back and slid her hands down her body. Her belly was aching and her nipples were sore, but as her fingertips touched the still damp folds between her thighs a giggle escaped her.
She’d never known such a thing could exist, to feel so close to another person, to share such pleasure. It was an incredible thing.
She sat up in bed and swiveled until her feet hit the floor, biting her lip as the sheet slid to the floor and her nakedness was exposed to the cool air.
My skin smells of Master Thomas.
