Pretty Please
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,871
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Glistening brown eyes stared after the one named Master watching him walk from the room as if he had not a care in the world. Salty tears blazed trails over stubble cheeks, gathering at the back of Jordan's neck before dropping to add their wetness to the pristine white sheets. Jordan held back the urge to scream for help, somehow knowing that no help would come, resigned to his fate of perishing in this unknown place.
Master smiled as he left the room, picturing the boy's reaction to his indifference. Many years had past before Master had felt this alive, this power he had controlled. Normally they would come to him loudly begging to be freed, for that was Master's role in this world; to free those that felt bound by their will. His blue eyes lit up with the hope of a future, but soon darkened with anger when he saw the intruder upon entering his personal rooms; rooms only reserved for him and his current pet at the time, and the exotic honey roasted brown skin of Marcus Delaney was not his pet.
"If I may be so bold to speak, sir, you are slipping in your old age. There was a time when you knew who was in your rooms before you got within 500 feet," Marcus said, rising up from the floor where he sat to help Master undress.
"You presume too much Delaney. There was also a time that you wouldn't have dared to even speak to me without the permission of your Mistress. Did your attitude change that much when she died?" Master asked, taking some small pleasure in the guilt that passed over the green eyes.
Marcus didn't answer, fully aware of the danger he was now in. When one of Master's died it was well known that the person or persons responsible would pay and pay dearly. The mysterious death of Marcus' Mistress had left the other man very suspicious of Marcus and those that followed him.
"You may leave Delaney, and you will remember well that if I catch you near me, my rooms, or my pet without my permission you punishment will be severe. It will not be a pleasure for you to cross me again. Get out!" Master said, dismissing the slave with a cool voice and a slight wave of his hand. Being in power of those around him had taught Master well; there was a tone of voice for every situation. Moving into the bathroom, Master wondered about the boy currently changed to his bed, what drew that rude, narrow minded brat to him. Sighing in defeat, Master resumed his routine, shutting off his thought processes so he could enjoy one of the few moments he wasn't Master, but Alexander Morgan.
Master smiled as he left the room, picturing the boy's reaction to his indifference. Many years had past before Master had felt this alive, this power he had controlled. Normally they would come to him loudly begging to be freed, for that was Master's role in this world; to free those that felt bound by their will. His blue eyes lit up with the hope of a future, but soon darkened with anger when he saw the intruder upon entering his personal rooms; rooms only reserved for him and his current pet at the time, and the exotic honey roasted brown skin of Marcus Delaney was not his pet.
"If I may be so bold to speak, sir, you are slipping in your old age. There was a time when you knew who was in your rooms before you got within 500 feet," Marcus said, rising up from the floor where he sat to help Master undress.
"You presume too much Delaney. There was also a time that you wouldn't have dared to even speak to me without the permission of your Mistress. Did your attitude change that much when she died?" Master asked, taking some small pleasure in the guilt that passed over the green eyes.
Marcus didn't answer, fully aware of the danger he was now in. When one of Master's died it was well known that the person or persons responsible would pay and pay dearly. The mysterious death of Marcus' Mistress had left the other man very suspicious of Marcus and those that followed him.
"You may leave Delaney, and you will remember well that if I catch you near me, my rooms, or my pet without my permission you punishment will be severe. It will not be a pleasure for you to cross me again. Get out!" Master said, dismissing the slave with a cool voice and a slight wave of his hand. Being in power of those around him had taught Master well; there was a tone of voice for every situation. Moving into the bathroom, Master wondered about the boy currently changed to his bed, what drew that rude, narrow minded brat to him. Sighing in defeat, Master resumed his routine, shutting off his thought processes so he could enjoy one of the few moments he wasn't Master, but Alexander Morgan.