Red curtains with flowing movements threw ever
changing shadow on the bed. The Balcony slightly
opened, wind being the cause of this oddity.
She sat on the bed, her back against the beds head.
Holding a glass of wine, with just her nightgown on,
she heavily exhaled.
"Gosh, all that thing was truly tiresome." – she
said under her breath.
A young man walked inside the room, holding
wine bottle. He slowly approached the bed, took a
seat next to her, as he put the bottle on the night
table.
"Master, are you ok?" – he is concerned, his voice
soft.
"Way better than it was. Thank you." – Her gaze
directed to the balcony.
It was indeed a great view outside. Nothing like
dear old London. Very different. More subtle. It
had it's flair.
"Master?" – young man was now tilting head to
look her in the eyes.
She turned to face him – "What?"
He smiled – with softest smile, happiest one. He
was indeed that happy to see his master.
"Pff.. Haha" – She gave out a giggle.
"That's better." – He said with a smile, now it
sounded more joyful.
"Dare you…" – She tried to sound mad, but that
gave the sour puss feeling instead.
"Masteeeer" – Youngster purred.
She handed him the glass.
"Can't you see it's empty? Pour some more."
He obediently took the bottle and poured more
wine in the glass. Bottle went back to the table.
She closed her eyes, her head tilted back against
the wall, hand holding wine glass.
"I'm sorry master."
"What for?"
"To have you so exhausted, master."
"Oh my," – she exhaled looking at him, – "You give
yourself way too much credit, boy. You are not the
cause of my tiredness. Although…" – she looked
up, – " You definitely could be the cause of my other
kind of exhaustion."
"Other kind?" – He asked.
"Yes, other kind." – She drank her wine, as he
kept on looking at her. There had to be more to the
words. But instead she just gave him this strange
look, with a smile, that sent shivers down the spine.
"Do you wish to know more, hm?" – her voice was
now really authoritative, yet soft. Now the feeling
that she is his master was truly felt.
He fiddled his thumbs, looking at her, unable to
divert his gaze, feeling that the body was weirdly
getting hotter.
She stretched out to put the wine glass down on
table, then tapped on the bedside in front of her.
"Sit here boy." – She ordered softly. He obeyed.
All the time he moved she observed – like hunter
looks at the prey. He was fit, especially for Her
Servant. She would not take in account to deal with
something far from good looks. Therefore he was
a good servant in ways of his looks. But he had his
little perks – that made him good servant for his
words, deeds, obedience, honesty, loyalty.
She pulled him by the collar, their faces so close
now – centimeters apart.
"Do you wish to be punished then?" – She looked
him in the eyes.
"Y.. Yes, master…" – his voice frail.
She pulled him more – closing the distance. Their
lips met. She softly licked his lip, then pissed him
deeply. His breath hot, with taste of chocolate, hers
was all the wine.
Tongues entwined, their getting more and more
abrupt at thinking.
She pushed him down, getting on top of her
servant. Their lips now apart.
"So beautiful…" – he spoke under his breath.
"Heh, you truly are one of a kind. To be this
sincerely mad." – She grinned.