Lydia's cheeks burned under Luther's intense gaze, and she struggled to find a reason to escape his presence. "I-I'll just return to my quarters, Master," she stammered, attempting to step away.
Luther's hand on her shoulder held her in place, his fingers digging gently into her skin. "Not so fast, Lydia," he whispered, his breath dancing across her ear. "You can't flee from me that easily."
Lydia's heart skipped a beat as Luther's words wrapped around her like a gentle warning. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her senses on high alert.
"Why do you flee, Lydia?" Luther asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you not know your place?"
Lydia's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I apologize, Master. I didn't mean to—"
Luther's fingers tightened on her shoulder, his grip firm but not unkind. "You owe me, Lydia," he reminded her, his voice laced with a subtle intensity. "You owe me your life, your loyalty, and your obedience."
Lydia's cheeks heated as Luther's words struck a chord within her. She knew she was bound to him, a servant to her master. The reminder made her feel vulnerable, exposed.
"Do not forget your place, Lydia," Luther whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I am your master, and you will not disobey me. You will not flee from me."
Lydia's breath caught as Luther's words wrapped around her like a gentle warning. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of fear and something else – something she couldn't quite define.
Luther's gaze seemed to burn into her skin, his eyes piercing the shadows that hid her true feelings. Lydia felt like a trapped bird, her wings beating against the cage of her servitude.
And yet, a part of her wondered if she truly wanted to fly free.
Lydia's emotions swirled in turmoil, unsure of how to respond to Luther's possessive gaze. She felt like a ship torn between opposing tides, her heart pulled in conflicting directions.
Luther's words echoed in her mind: "You owe me your life, your loyalty, and your obedience." The truth in his statement made her feel small, vulnerable.
Luther's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if sensing her turmoil. His grip on her shoulder relaxed, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin.
"Lydia, do you understand?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You are mine now. Body and soul."
Lydia's breath caught, her mind racing with the implications. She felt trapped, caught in a web of servitude and desire but she liked the feeling.
Luther's expression transformed, his serious gaze giving way to a charming smile. "Ah, Lydia, I think you've worked enough for today. Come, give your master a massage. My shoulders still ache from yesterday's work."
As if his previous words had been mere fantasy, Luther shed his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. Lydia's eyes widened, her mind reeling from the sudden shift.
"Your master's muscles are quite knotted, I assure you," Luther said, his voice dripping with amusement. "See to it, Lydia."
Lydia's hands trembled as she approached Luther, unsure of what to make of his mercurial mood. She began to massage his shoulders, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his skin.
Luther's sigh of relief was audible, his eyes closing in appreciation. "Ah, Lydia, you have a gift. Perhaps I'll have to keep you by my side more often."
As Lydia worked out the knots, she couldn't shake the feeling that Luther was playing a game with her, one she didn't fully understand. His words still lingered in her mind, a reminder of the power dynamic between them.
As Lydia finished the massage, Luther's eyes opened, and he smiled in appreciation. "Thank you, Lydia. You have a skilled touch. Now, is there anywhere that aches in your own body? You've been working diligently, after all."
Lydia's initial instinct was to decline, but Luther's gentle tone put her at ease. Yet, she hesitated, unsure of how to accept his kindness. "N-no, Master. I'm fine."
Luther's expression turned thoughtful. "Sit, Lydia. Let me tend to any stiffness you may have. You've earned it."
Lydia's pride got the better of her, and she shook her head. "I'm truly fine, Master. Please, don't trouble yourself."
Luther's smile was understanding, but Lydia sensed a hint of disappointment. "Very well, Lydia. If you change your mind, don't hesitate to ask."
As Lydia turned to leave, a sudden stiffness gripped her leg, making her wince. She regretted her decision, realizing that Luther's offer had been genuine. Now, she was left to suffer in silence.
Luther's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Lydia, your leg hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Lydia's eyes darted to his, surprised by his perceptiveness. She tried to deny it, but Luther's knowing look stopped her.
Without waiting for an answer, Luther rose and guided Lydia to a nearby stool. "Sit, Lydia. I'll take a look."
Lydia's protests were weak, and Luther's firm but gentle hands soon had her leg propped on a cushion. His fingers traced the muscle, finding the tender spot with ease.
"You should have spoken up, Lydia," Luther chided, his voice soft. "This could have been avoided."
As Luther's hands worked out the knot, Lydia felt a mix of relief and embarrassment. She hadn't expected him to be so attentive, so caring.
Luther's fingers danced across Lydia's thighs, his touch gentle yet sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lip, her imagination running wild with the possibilities of his strong hands.
In her mind's eye, she saw Luther's hands weaving magic between her thighs, his fingers tracing paths that made her heart skip beats. The thought sent a flutter through her core, and she felt her cheeks flush.
Luther's eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile hinting that he'd heard her thoughts once again. Yet, he continued his tender massage, his fingers teasing the edges of her skirt.
Lydia's breath caught as Luther's touch brushed against her knee, sending a spark up her leg. She felt like a puppet on strings, Luther's fingers pulling the cords of her desire.
Despite the danger of being caught, Lydia couldn't help but indulge in the fantasy. She imagined Luther's hands exploring further, his fingers discovering secrets she'd never revealed to anyone.
Luther's gaze met hers, his eyes burning with a soft intensity. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the air thick with unspoken understanding.
Luther's fingers strayed, slipping between Lydia's thighs, sending a jolt of excitement through her body. But instead of exploring further, his hands settled on the fabric of her panties, his touch light as a whisper.
Lydia's heart sank, thinking it was a mistake, but Luther's eyes sparkled with mischief. He quickly withdrew his hands, feigning innocence.
"Oh, pardon me, Lydia. I didn't mean to...ah...discomfit you," Luther said, his voice dripping with sincerity.
Lydia's mental moan was audible in her own mind. She couldn't believe he'd teased her so expertly. Luther's smirk, barely hidden, told her he knew exactly what he'd done.
The massage continued, Luther's fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin, but Lydia's senses were on high alert. She felt like a bird in a snare, trapped by Luther's clever touch.
Each stroke of his fingers sent shivers down her spine, her body crying out for more. Lydia's mind whirled, torn between frustration and desire.
Lydia's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to Luther's gentle touch. She'd never felt this way before, never wanted anyone to touch her so intimately. But Luther's fingers had awakened a hunger within her, a hunger she couldn't ignore.
Without realizing it, Lydia reached down, her hand covering Luther's, holding it still. The sudden pause in his touch made her gasp, her eyes snapping open to meet his.
Luther's gaze burned with intensity, his eyes locked on hers. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Lydia's heart pounded, her senses reeling from the realization of what she'd done. She'd asked Luther to stop, but a part of her screamed in protest, wanting his touch to continue.
Luther's face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed him. They sparkled with amusement, with a hint of triumph.
"Lydia," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're a mystery, wrapped in secrets. But I think I'm starting to unravel you."
Lydia's cheeks flushed, her lips parting in a silent gasp. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet unable to look away from Luther's piercing gaze.
Luther's eyes crinkled at the corners as he asked, "The problem, Lydia? Why did you stop me?"
Lydia's face burned as she realized what she'd done. She'd held Luther's hand, asking him to pause, but now she felt embarrassed, unsure of how to respond.
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips, and she looked away, trying to compose herself. "N-nothing, Master. Just...just a moment's pause, please."
Luther's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He loved watching Lydia squirm, loved seeing her blush.
"Very well, Lydia," Luther said, his voice low and husky. "We'll pause...for now."
He withdrew his hand, and Lydia felt a pang of disappointment, which only added to her confusion.
Luther's gaze lingered on her, his eyes burning with intensity. Lydia sensed he knew exactly what she'd felt, exactly what she'd wanted.
Lydia's face burned with embarrassment as she hastily thanked Luther and made a quick exit, almost running from the room.
Luther's chuckle was low and husky, a self-satisfied sound. He watched her flee, a smile still playing on his lips.
As the door closed behind Lydia, Luther's gaze dropped to his lap, where his arousal was evident, though hidden by his clothing. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Well, well, well," Luther whispered to himself. "It seems our little Lydia is more responsive than I thought."
He rose from the chair, his movements fluid, and began to pace the room. Luther's mind whirled with possibilities, with ways to gently coax Lydia out of her shell.
The thrill of the chase had begun, and Luther was eager to see how far Lydia's innocence would take them.
"Ahhhh, Lydia, look what you've done," Luther whispered to himself, a smirk spreading across his face. He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Luther's gaze dropped to his lap, where his arousal was evident, though hidden by his clothing. He let out a soft sigh, his smile growing.
"You're a treasure trove of surprises, Lydia," Luther murmured, his voice low and husky. "I must admit, I'm intrigued."
He rose from the chair, his movements fluid, and began to pace the room. Luther's mind whirled with possibilities, with ways to gently coax Lydia out of her shell.
As he walked, Luther's thoughts turned from playful to passionate. He wondered what other secrets Lydia hid beneath her shy exterior, what other desires she might be hiding.
"Ahhhh, Lydia," Luther whispered again, his voice filled with anticipation. "We're just getting started, my dear."
A/N : 😈 should we make Luther touch himself and Lydia walks in?😹😹I'm just kidding, oh noooo I'm not😌😌 next chapter will be hot y'all ahhhhh🙈🙈