Chapter 7: Rules
I followed the servant for a few minutes until we arrived at a large set of double doors. The servant had the guards open the doors and I stepped in after him. The room was large, with high ceilings, sturdy stone walls, and floors of polished wood that I had never seen before. There was a few large tables sprawling on a large dais before me, and it was occupied by several men and women, all dressed finely. I immediately grew nervous.
"Your slave, milord," the servant bowed to a large table that had my Master seated at it, with more food on the table than I had seen in my entire life. His eyes locked with mine, before I dropped them to the floor, but I could still feel the weight of his stare on me as we stood before him.
"Amer, come." He said, motioning to me. I stepped forwards cautiously and a bit nervously, coming to stand beside my master. "Sit." He ordered, and I knelt on the floor to the left and slightly behind him.
The Master spoke to the people at his table, ignoring me for the moment. I stared at my hands in my lap, before I suddenly found a large hot bun pressed into my hands.
"Eat." My Master commanded and my eyes flickered to his face before I gingerly bit into the sweet, warm dough. I could have moaned. Never had I eaten anything so rich before.
I finished the bun a bit later and remained seated and quiet until I heard my name. I looked up at my Master to see him beckoning to the slave from before.
"Take Amer to my rooms." He commanded, and I rose to follow the servants, feeling the eyes of the room on my back as I quietly followed the male down long and winding stone corridors and finally to a set of large double doors which were guarded by a pair of guards. They looked me over and opened the door to the room, allowing me to enter and place myself on the floor at the foot of the bed.
The guards leered at me with their eyes, before the doors fell closed, and I was alone in this huge room with the fire as my only comfort. I bit my lip as I awaited the Master's return to his chambers and took in the room. Grey slate walls, sparse furniture: three chests, a writing desk, an armoire, and the large bed behind me draped in warm furs. Somehow, it fit the cold man that I knew nothing about. I knelt at the foot of the bed, waiting for my master to come.
A bit later, the doors opened again to reveal my Master strolling into the room and looking me over with steely grey eyes.
"Rise." He commanded. I stood, eyes flicking over him before they dropped to the floor.
"Undress me." I nodded, making my way across the space between us, my hands going to the ties around his neck. I released his light-weight leather armor, and set about getting his shirt and pants off. I sank to my knees to pull away my master's loincloth and looked at him for further instructions.
"Undress," he ordered again, and I felt a tiny tremor go up my spine as I stood and undressed, standing before my master nude, and with a strong desire to cover myself. My master walked towards me, and guided me to the bed, pushing me down to kneel in front of him. I looked up at him before taking his member between my lips and sucking. I felt him hiss and shift, before beginning to bob my head over his length.
As I continued to give my Master pleasure, he was staring down at me so intently it almost frightened me. I looked up at him briefly before lowering my eyes and focusing on my task.
I gasped as I was pulled off of him before he came, (
what was he doing?) and pushed to lie flat on my belly over the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide and thrust into me sharply, I gasped, crying out in surprise and slight pleasure/pain.
"Master," I moaned; my eyes shutting as he pounded into me with vigor, our bodies slapping in the still room. Briefly I wondered what had gotten into him, before he slammed into something inside of me that had me screaming in ecstasy.
I gasped as I felt something fill me and heard my master moan near my ear. He'd come in me. I shuddered as he continued to thrust until I came, gasping and panting and full and feeling disgusted.
He pulled himself from my body before possessively pulling me to him. I gasped as I connected with his body and he gripped my hair, jerking it back to make me look at him. I felt a spark of fear as he looked down at me with a stormy gaze.
"You are mine." He growled out, surprising me. "No one else other than Jolan shall touch your flesh. You will not touch anyone besides myself. You are never to bind your hair or bathe in front of other men who are not also pleasure slaves. You will report to me every night under consequence of death. You will not leave my bed unless with my permission. Do I make myself clear?"
I tried to nod, "Yes Master," I said, hoarsely, looking up at him with wide eyes. My master growled in approval, lowering his head to the nape of my neck.
"Good." He rumbled, arms still holding me in a vice grip. I was confused—what did I do? What did I say, if anything at all to make my Master act this way?
I lay there, mind a buzz, as I waited for sleep to take me.
The next morning, I woke to a gentle voice over me. "Amer, wake up."
I blinked, rousing as I came face to face with Jolan peering over me. I blinked dazedly and sat up. The male looked at me and I sighed before sitting up, rolling a bit stiffly from the empty bed.
"What?" I asked, looking at the male. Jolan twiddled his thumbs a bit, before looking at me. "I was told to take you to the baths and then to breakfast in the slave quarters."
I blinked before nodding, "Alright…" I said, as I stood to follow Jolan. He blushed handing me a dress cloth to wrap about myself, I blinked, not having seen the fabric in what seemed like so long ago. I wrapped the dress cloth around my waist before following the male, biting my lip as the guards outside the door watched me as I walked away.
"See you around, pet," one male called, and I bit my lip as I followed after Jolan, barely withholding a shudder.
