Seeing her actions, Demetri let out an amused chuckle. When had his woman become so timid, he thought. And as he heard the water running in the washroom he walked toward his study to retrieve the few remaining files he had not read through yet.
When he returned to the room, he noticed that the water had stopped running, and the girl was extremely quiet in the washroom. This is odd, he thought. "Are you alright in there?" He asked in a worried tone as he knocked on the door.
"C-Can you please help me get Marion? Or Emelia?" Scarlett said with hesitation through the door.
"Did you need help with something, bunny?"
"Yes, master." Scarlett replied.
"I can help you." Demetri said in a delighted tone.
"No! It's my dress, master." Scarlett protested. She was embarrassed enough already, and now the master was asking her these questions, she did not know how to answer him.
Before they had taken off to the market, Marion had her switch into a dress that was different from the usual servant dress. This dress was a lot more fitted and had a long line of buttons on the back, which made it impossible for her to simply slip the dress off. She had been struggling in the washroom for a long time before her master came knocking on the door.
"Come out here, let me take a look." Demetri said demandingly.
Scarlett hesitated for a while before going out. Either way, if he would not help her get Marion or Emelia, she could at least go find them herself. With this thought, Scarlett opened the wash room door, intending to look for Marion. However, Demetri had been blocking the door, which caused her to bump her head against his chest when she stepped out.
"Let me help you." Demetri said in a low and seductive voice.
"I will go find Marion." Scarlett said in a soft whisper, as she tried to take a step forward, but was blocked by the man again.
"It's all the same. Turn around. Let me do it." Demetri continued, demandingly, as he spun the woman around, so her back was facing him.
Demetri gathered her hair and moved them to one side of her shoulder. The back of the dress had a line of tiny buttons trailing from the neck of the dress to the hips which needed to be released from its loop closure in order for the dress to easily slip off. Demetri slowly began to undo the tiny buttons, one by one.
Drowned in her intoxicating scent which smelled of red roses, Demetri took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he felt his reserve grow weak. He had never had another woman since she left him. Now that he had her here and was helping her undress, it was harder for him to control himself. He had missed her dearly, but he could not do anything as he did not want to frighten her. He knew that the day she left him, her memories of their times together had died along with her.
As her master unbuttoned her dress, Scarlett's uneasiness grew. His fingers moved so slowly but so gently, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in every place he touched. Her heart was pounding fast against her chest, and her breathing grew unsteady from nervousness. The atmosphere felt tense and she felt her blood rushing to her cheeks when she felt her body suddenly grew hot. However, in the midst of her thoughts, she noticed that the man seemed to have stopped his movements.
"Master, is it done?" She asked in a soft whisper.
Her soft whisper caused Demetri's eyes to darken even more as he struggled to control himself. The words she had uttered were quiet and simple, but it all sounded so seductive slipping out of her sweet lips. He wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and make sweet love to her all night long, and the girl's whispers were not helping. "Not yet." Demetri replied in a husky low voice.
With a hard gulp, the man gritted his teeth and continued to unbutton her dress with shaky hands. And as his unsteady fingertips lightly grazed against her bare skin, Scarlett felt a shiver run down her spin, as her body tensed up and her face grew even hotter with embarrassment.
"Don't move. I am almost done." Demetri demanded when he felt the girl move.
Obeying his command, Scarlett stood still as a rock and held a breath she did not even realize she was holding. She had no idea how to react in this situation, being so close to a man. She had never been intimate with a man before. Aside from her master, the only other man she had conversed with was Milton who had saved her when he found her.
She had once overheard the older ladies in Blue Moon Village say that if a man touches a woman, that means that they were husband and wife. And if they were not husband and wife, they would be forced into marriage, because it is an act of shame punishable by death, if the man and woman are not wedded. But her master is touching her now, does that mean that they were husband and wife?
"All done." Demetri said in a cold tone, one of his fists clenched and tiny droplets of sweat had formed on his forehead.
The girl was not the only one who was affected when his fingers brushed against her back. Demetri's head was already spinning from her intoxicating scent, and the light grazing of her milky skin felt like an electric shock to the man, causing his hands to tremble even more.
"Thank you, master." Scarlett said sweetly, as she turned to look at the man who had helped her. Her brows furrowed as a worried look flashed across her face. "Are you not feeling well, master? You are perspiring." Scarlett asked, blinking her doe eyes at the man in front of her.
"Take your bath." Demetri responded through gritted teeth, giving the girl a light push inside the washroom before closing the door shut.
As the girl walked in, he heard the door locking from the inside and a light thump as her cotton dress fell to the ground. The water swooshed as she stepped into the tub and splashed as she sat down in the tub.
Shaking away his imagination of her undressed body, Demetri closed his eyes to calm himself, his chest rising and falling as he took deep breaths. This little lady was truly testing his reserve, he thought with an unsatisfied smirk. Grabbing a towel and his sleepwear from the closet, he left the room and went down the hall to one of the spare rooms. He then proceeded with a very much needed cold shower.
When he returned to his bedroom, the little lady was already under the covers with a towel wrapped tightly around her hair and her eyes shut.
"You cannot sleep like that, pretty. Get up." Demetri said, sternly, as he reached down to her to help her rise from the bed.
Hearing the man's cold tone, Scarlett let out a light sigh. She opened her eyes and raised herself to sit on the edge of the bed with the man's help. "Do you have another task for me, master?"
"Come here." Disregarding her question, Demetri reached toward Scarlett, clasping her hands in his. He led her towards the wall mirror and placed a chair there, "Sit." He continued. In which, the girl complied.
Demetri released her damp red locks of hair that were wrapped in the towel. "You have to dry your hair well before you sleep. Otherwise, you will get sick." Demetri said in a scolding tone before gently rubbing her hair with the towel.
As he slowly dried her hair, he made sure his movements were tender and soft, ensuring that he would not tug on her hair. He dried her hair for a long while with immense focus. When he finally broke his focus from rubbing Scarlett's hair, he looked into the mirror to find that the little lady was staring intently at him. Seeing her soft gaze and small smile, he felt his heart warm up. It has been many decades since she had looked at him that way.
Seeing that Demetri had caught her staring, Scarlett quickly looked away, focusing her attention on her fingers as she picked at the tiny loose skin on her thumb. A blush arose on her cheeks from the embarrassment of being caught staring.