Chapter 9: Favored
His Majesty? I grew up hearing tales of the terrible Lord of Talbia, his Majesty—something or other…his name always escaped me. Being a poor stable servant, I had no need to know or memorize the names of the nobility.
I sighed, as I was paraded in front of the nobility again before I was allowed to take my seat behind my Master. He glanced at me and handed me a small meat bun and I fell into silence while I ate, pondering my newfound situation. Why would the King of Talbia favor me—a male? Favoring a female would be much less scandalous to these rich types if the gossip I have heard is correct. Master's constantly going off to war was putting the nobles on edge, as he yet had no heir.
At least, that's what Jolan had told me. And I also believed that the King—or Gita—would be much more…cruel and terrifying than he was. Despite his severe look, my Master was surprisingly…caring, to a point. But why?
I sighed; if I continued to worry myself over it, I would get nowhere. Perhaps I would muster up the courage to ask the Master his intentions for me.
After dinner had adjourned, I followed my Master back to his chambers and prepared to go and bathe with him yet again. Preparing the bath oils and placing them on the side of the large tub, I turned and prepared to help my Master out of his garments.
I blinked when the Master stilled my hands. "What is troubling you, Amer?" he asked, staring down at me. I blinked, surprised. Masters never cared for the affairs of their servants. So I was surprised that Master had even noticed that I was rather preoccupied with other things.
"Nothing, Milord." I said, shaking my head. I didn't want to bother him with my affairs. Even though those affairs concerned him, it was nothing that he should worry about.
My Master's eyes darkened and he glared at me, gripping my arms tightly. "Don't lie to me." he growled, and I felt a jolt of fear surge through me.
"My Lord, I-" I began, before the words got stuck in my throat.
He waited, stairing down at me with a glare. "It really is nothing milord, I-I heard you referred to as Gita and I asked Jolan what is meant. He told me you were the King." I said, and I watched as his eyes lost a bit of that fierce light they'd gained.
I bit my lip and couldn't help the flinch that came when I felt his hand go to my hair. He frowned and looked at me. "Yes, I am the King, Amer. Does this displease you?" he asked with a raised brow.
I blinked, why would it matter if anything displeased me? I was a servant, a nobody. But in actuality, it didn't displease me. Master was kind, and I appreciated the fact that he was kind to me.
I shook my head, blinking up at the man. "No, milord," I said quietly, looking back down to his chest.
My Master let my arms go. "Good. Finish undressing me and yourself and meet me in the tub." he said to me. I nodded and continued my task, before setting about wiggling out of the pants and shirt I was in. My gold collar stayed on though, and I found it a little annoying to have to finagle the shirt around the collar. But eventually I was naked, yet again in front of my Master and I headed over to join him in the tub.
This was unusual. I never joined my Master in the large porcelain and marble tub. I usually washed him while waiting outside of it before I climbed in after he got out. But now I sat in the huge bowl with him, and it was a tad awkward. He was so large, that he took up most of the space.
I let out a squeak of surprise as I was suddenly pulled back into his arms, my back against his broad chest as the steaming water sloshed around us. I was even more surprised when my Master reached for the bath soaps and oils and began to pour some inside of his large hands.
I blinked as he rubbed the thick soap between his hands, dipping them into the water and putting them in my hair. What was his issue with my hair? He seemed to like it more than was neccesary. Oh...but his hands were doing wonders right now.
I'd very rarely had someone else wash my hair for me. And when my Master did it, it felt like heaven. I closed my eyes tilting my head back to allow his hands to work. I did wonder why he was touching me like this. I didn't know why he was being so...so different tonight.
After he sluiced handfuls of water through my silver hair, I turned to face him, only to be directed to face forwards again. What was he doing? I wondered, as he placed his hands under my legs, before lifting me up and onto his lap where his erection had begun to rise. I gasped a little, I had not even done anything to get him hard, and yet he was already wanting me. What was going through his mind?
I was unsure of what to do as his hands returned to my body, covered in soap again. They moved all over me, before going down to run over my penis and ass. I gasped a little, before biting my lip to bite back a moan as his fisted my manhood again, stroking it. "M-master..." I breathed, attempting to look at him again.
He was hardening more and more behind me. And I wanted to reciprocate this pleasure he was giving me, yet he grabbed my wrists together within his large hand and held them, continuing to stroke me. I began to move my body back into his heavy cock gently, and I was rewarded with a small grunt, before he lifted me yet again. Except...this time, it was onto his this erection.
I gasped. He was deep. He'd never been so deep within me before and I could feel him in my lungs. I closed my eyes as my Master began to guide me over his cock. The water was amazing. It made everything slick and easy, and the warm water sloshed over the edges as he guided me up and down over his shaft. I couldn't control my voice as I moaned out loud.
"Ah...master..." I managed. "Ah-mmm..."
He grunted behind me and I gasped as he kissed my shoulder, sucking on the skin there until it nearly hurt. What was he doing? I was beginning to ask myself that question a lot, but I couldn't dwell on it as he hit my sweet spot dead on and began to mercilessly brutalize it. I screamed in the bath chamber, my echoes, his quiet grunts and groans, and the sound of water hitting the floor were the only sounds in the room.
As we came, I heard him say something that made my heart nearly stop. "You're mine...forever, Amer."
...What?
