Jordan's POV
Sweat trickled down my face as I got up, staring down at her like my prey. She looked ravishing, dressed in a white satin gown that left little to no imagination. Her eyes, as pooling as they always were, were clouded with desire as she climbed on top of the bed and pulled me down with her. She came to straddle me, place either of her legs at the side of my hips.
I gasped, loving the feel of her sweet body grinding against mine. My breath quickens and my hands wrap around her tiny waist pulling her close to me. The heat of her body causes me to lose control, flipping us over and pinning her down under me. Yet that mischievous looking in her eyes does not disappear, it is instead fuelled with desire.
With just one motion, my robe came undone as I cast it aside and looked down at her. Her tiny hands roamed all around my body first resting on my chest as she squeezed my nipple that hadn't under her fingers. everything she did was not without hesitation. Yet there was a fire burning behind her eyes that told me she wanted me. I couldn't deny her. She was breathtaking.
'You're so perfect.' I let out before I could stop myself. Sensing the sharpness of my tone, her fingers found my chin as she pulled me towards her, and then kissed me.
I froze for a moment taking a back by the action and the agency of it. I don't kiss anyone. not even my slaves. There's an act of intimacy that I believe no one has earned. Yet the softness of her lips and the desire pumping through her skin causes me to succumb to pleasure. my mouth mounts on hers with such intense Desire that the grip I have on her hips causes her to sink further into the bed.
Our breathing increases as she looks up at me, her tiny fingers slowly begin to move down to my torso. Breath catches in my lungs as I look at me. However, right before she touched me, I was woken in the dead of the night, welcomed by the coldness of my room and the sweat breaking to my pores.
My fist crashed into the bedside table next me, feeling frustrated that it was all a dream.
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When I sniffed the ascent from the doorway I knew they were standing right there. annoyance nudged at my senses as I mouthed out the words, 'Come in.'
A short moment of hesitation spiked with an air of excitement past before the door knob twisted and it was opened. number one and number two walked into the room looking at each other and then back at me. they fell to their needs immediately as they bought their heads in submission and respect. I had taught them correctly and they had by far been my most favourite slaves.
' Cecilia, Emily, get up.' I sent the hesitations of those who obeyed my command and looked up at me. it wasn't really that I addressed them by their name. I was never awfully fond of my property. Here today I was in a ravishing mood. I needed to take out my sexual frustrations on someone and these two would do just right.
'How may we serve you Master?' Number one asked as she avoided my eyes. I can hear the quick beating of her heart even at a distance. She was nervous but they always were. In my presence anything could go wrong and everything could go right.
I tilted my head slightly and I met Cecilia's eyes. She was always slightly confident but I loved thinking of it as desperation. She was the only slave that I owned that I didn't need to buy. She was loyal to me without needing the training for it. I moved towards the middle of the room and I settled down on the big throne-like chair that I had positioned right in front of my office room table. The girls looked at me with slight excitement as if trying to manage the Expectations.
I didn't let them as I brought my hand over my pants and tapped that special area that gave them the signal. while moving on their knees, both girls approached me with precision. Not breaking eye contact and trying to be as seductive as possible. My mind, however, was fixated on the girl in my dreams last night.
Number five.
Just the way she looked at me had me going crazy. When I looked down at the girls I couldn't help but think about her. I saw her in them. she had not caught my attention at him now. until she started showing up in my dreams and taking over my thoughts. What the hell was wrong with me? I've never been one to get caught up with a slave until now. there was nothing special about her. When Cecilia touched my crotch and pulled open the zipper, sudden memories of my dream entered my mind. I relaxed back and I closed my eyes letting myself picture half. tiny Fingers wrapped around my cock. but warm mouth clustering around the tip of my dick. It was incredible. Yet when one of the girls put me in the mouth it didn't feel like I hoped it would. There was a casual desperation to it that made it seem fast.
'Easy.' I let out as I touched number one's wrists, guided her movements, Even though giving any of them instructions annoyed the hell out of me. number one keep staring at her eagerly. I bobbed my head giving her the go ahead and she didn't waste time taking me into her mouth and showing Cecilia how it is done. I've always admired Emily's skills. She was always eager to please and she was never afraid to show it. She trusted me with such precision and eagerness that it allowed me to relax back. Cecilia on the other hand played and caressed my balls gently while her other hand rested on my hip. I could feel the mess dripping down my thighs but I could care less. her mouth sang down to the bottom of my shaft as I felt the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat. She was incredible at this yet I couldn't stop thinking about number five.
What the hell was wrong with me?
'Get on the bed.' My command was welcomed with immediate obedience. while number two kept herself on my cock, Cecilia got on the bed and assumed the position. I stared down at Emily doing an incredible job. Sam would say I'm a horrible man for owning a harem of Slaves but others would be honoured to be part of my harem. Whichever it was, I didn't care. I can't last for the opinion that other people had for me.
I was going to be king and no one would take that from me.
My fingers gripped Emily's hair, sliding her father onto my dick and forcing her to take me holy. I hit the back of her throat and felt the resistance of her god reflex yet with my other hand resting family around her throat I asked her to take me in and she did. her eyes grew watery but that didn't stop me. I lost myself in and out of her mouth. I brought her head up and down on my cock and was able to keep in the grants and moans that escaped my mouth. It was incredible.
Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about number five…