my breath low, and husky.
filled to the brim with desire and love.
I mewled to myself as I clumsily gathered the papers scattered in front of me on the floor, an undeniable ear to ear smile on my face while I read what I was going to be doing today.
what was being requested of master.
I hyperventilated; way too excited to stop myself from slowly removing my right hand from the floor, and gently gliding it down my stomach until it hit my waistband.
where, once my fingers touched, and pushed past my belt, sent bolts of lightning down my spine as my middle and ring finger dove as deep as they possibly could into my desperately hungry, sopping wet folds.
instantly eliciting slutty little moans from the very core of my soul as I fantasized about my love being the one to do this, and not my lonely, worthless self.
I grunted in effort as my fingers began moving faster, and faster, and faster, until, disappointingly, I was interrupted.
I practically snarled as a sudden presence forced me to yank my hand free, jolt to my feet, and stand perfectly at attention while a dark shadowy figure moved from out of the darkness much like I had moments earlier.
except, unlike my measly rank and importance, this shadow, this person, held authority.
something even the untrained plebians of the outside world could identify.
I refused to admit aloud as this figure, this woman, this beauty with raven black hair, perfect, feminine features, and dark purple eyes, smirked at me as she moved silently in front of me.
her arms crossed just beneath her supple, ample amount of chest.
her eyes locked, studying, predatory.
and not so subtly focused on my fingers, and the papers on the floor, my orders.
I had no choice but to rely on my training to swallow my knee jerk reaction in order to keep this bitch, this stupid fucking whore often dressed in revealing black lace dresses, from finding out my, "weakness."
I exhaled uncontrollably forcefully, unintentionally catching her attention, and causing her to look me in the eye and probe, warn, and threaten, "something you need to tell me, 452?" while yanking my arm by the wrist and putting my own juice covered fingers right in my face.
"something you need to.....get off your chest?...." she trailed off as she stuck my fingers in my mouth in a too fast to see movement.
"something you need to.....confess?" she wondered as I worshipped my own fingers with my tongue, my mind too addled by the fantasy of my love for me to be able to resist or tell the difference.
"no..." I finally managed to force out when I eventually managed to overwhelm her grip and rip my hand out of my own mouth.
"mistress...." I grumbled, annoyed.
"I have nothing to confess besides shaming master with my horniness, I was unable to help it, I'm still a virgin." I stated in monotone, much to her amusement if her immediate smirk was anything to go off of.
I fumed internally in rage and disgust as I both thought about master touching me in place of my love, and how I haven't been able to see him for a while and that this bitch was stopping me from doing so now, right now.
but, I couldn't be stupid.
I couldn't be impulsive.
I cooled myself down, forcefully, before looking mistress in the eye and saying, "I have a mission, master needs me to be successful." in that same monotone.
that same way of speaking she approved of.
I hid my sneer as she smiled warmly, backed off, and gestured towards the door.
while commenting, "then don't let me stop you."
and, well, I didn't.
because the moment she said that, I blurred out of sight and appeared right on the other side of the doorway, my body turned deliberately away from mistress so that she couldn't see the sheer bliss plastered across my face.