Weekly prompts

Callipygian

“What do you want Connor?” Tori asked as she scrubbed the dining table.

“Why do I have to want something?” He drawled smoothly. “Maybe I want to see that you're alright.”

“Why? Beause Zaliah decided I needed punishment for insubordination?” she asked coldly, her hair short, only to her shoulders and her tan had lightened over the last year and a half. Marks on her arms obvious to anyone who looked.

“She had no right to burn your back.” He said sincerely. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” the answer was real, it didn't but she knew they would scar. She glanced back at the older man as he glanced her over, his concern undercurrent-ed by something else

“Connor, I know in this thing called a house I'm nothing but a slave but please do me a favor and stop looking at my ass.” She said curtly but she was busy hiding the blush on her face. Connor was a handsome man, dark blond hair and stormy gray eyes, he was lean of build and his face was perfectly masculine.

He was older, at least in his early thirties, not like the younger guards who had taken a liberty and smacked her behind or chanced a grope. She'd admit she wasn't a virgin anymore, a young guard with a charming smile and smooth words had seen to that but he wasn't Connor.

“You have a nicely shaped ass, I don't mean any offense.” He came off the wall and made his way across the room to stand behind her.

“You shouldn't be here.” she whispered.

He turned her around, placing his hands on the sides of her face and leaned in, his lips expertly on hers. Soft yet utterly passionate, his intention and want unmistakable to her. The heat of his mouth forcing a moan from her without the slightest effort.

“Why? Because Jushion would kill me if I touched you? Or because you want me gone?” He asked huskily when he pulled back. “Jushion has no claim on you Tori, he isn't allowed to touch you and I honestly don't know why nor do I really care, as for the latter if you wanted me to leave you'd have thrown me across the room for that kiss.”

“What do you want from me Connor?” she asked, her eyes full of confusion.

“Your company my lady. I have influence here Tori, a warmer bed to rest in at night, no sleeping with your eyes open against the other guards or slaves. No Zalia, I'll keep her from you for as long as I can.”

“In exchange for my body? Like a whore?” Her voice was harsh, cold and full of disgust.

The blond shook his head at her. “No, you're young and I offer you those things with nothing expected in return. I was like you once Tori, a slave who had a name and a life before being forced here and I made someone of myself, you can do the same. This place doesn't have to be hell for you either.”

She turned from him, her hands griping her rag tightly, her knuckles white. “It sounds terribly like whoring.”

“I'll admit this much, I want you. I have since the day you came here but that is not why I am offering you this. You are different. I could teach you, I could be the master you've been searching for and you could be the student that I've longed for. Tori, you and I are not so different. Give me the chance to show you how bright you can shine amongst this dark place. Please I can show you the way to be more than this.”

His words were strong but his voice soft as he spoke them. She dared to look at his eyes and she saw a mirror of herself, unwilling to give in, unwilling to be called a slave even though at the end of it all he was one just like her.

He wore the Jackal's uniform and yet it was not the mark he followed, rebellious under the cloak of servitude.

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He grinned at her, his confidence making her stomach flutter. “You're here because you choose to be, there isn't anything wrong with embracing desire. I promise you, I'll teach you how in tune you can become to it.”

“You make me out to sound innocent.” She said with a slight offended pout.

He chuckled at her and pulled her towards his bed. “Never called you innocent but I'm not little boys with something to prove.”

He ran his hands down her waist and searched for the bare skin of her back, her body felt hot against his instruction

His room was inviting, warm like he was and alive. So alive and different than the rest of the demon estate. He was still human in his heart, he hadn't lost himself like so many others and for that reason alone she wanted him.

“You can trust me I will not lead you astray.”

“That is still to be seen amin tura.” she whispered and gasped as his hands moved lower to unclasp her skirt.

“You speak elven?” He asked. His lips pressing hot wet kisses against her neck.

“Only a few words here and there.” she confessed as she sought his ear, scraping the delicate flesh as he undressed her.

“Then perhaps I have more to discover from you than I thought. What does it mean?” He removed his under tunic and gently led her to his bed, placing her down with slow meaningful motions.

“My master.” She said, her eyes dark with want. “as in teacher.”

He grinned at those words. “I think I like that.”