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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

She waited, bracing herself for his command of punishment. She only hoped he was not the type of master that favored the whip. The thought of another whipping made her shutter. But... he did nothing. It confused her as she sat up and looked at him. Was this another test? A test to see how obedient she truly was. That had to be it. Just had to be. He wanted her to bring it to his attention. Prove to him she knew her place.

"I am sorry," she said finally as she rose from the bed and came around to his side of the bed, getting down on her hands and knees before him in his line of view, "I have been disobedient and selfish in seeking my own pleasure before yours master." In bowing her head low to the ground, a few pieces of her hair slipped aside and the light of the fire danced across a section of her scarred back, "I await my punishment master. I deserve everything you will grant me."
 
It was now Roland's turn to be confused, wondering what on earth she could be talking about. Watching her with a tilted head, he was about to ask her what she was sorry about when she answered that for him. Again, he was about to speak, thinking to tell her there was nothing to be sorry about, when he saw her back. At first he didn't know what they were, the low light of the fire as the only light source confusing him. However, he came to realize what it was soon enough, and he sat up as he did with a start. For a moment he simply examined her, a grimace coming across his face as he did, noticing the brutality that must have been shown to leave such scars upon her.

Slowly, he started to realize a great deal of things, the reasons behind some of her actions falling into place. Slowly, he rose from the bed, kneeling down in front of her, and taking her face in his hands, one cupping each cheek. Bringing her face up to look at him in the eye, he looked right back at her, his differing colored eyes set firmly and seriously. "Do you really think I could raise a hand of harm against you?" He asked, his expression softening as he did. Biting his lip, he wondered what to say next, suddenly feeling very exposed. Acting he could do, acting was easy, but expressing his actual emotions? Bah, now there was something of a challenge, un-treaded water for Roland. Sighing, he looked back up to her. "Come on then, get into bed, you must be cold." He said, indicating her nakedness and pulling the sheets down for them to climb into.
 
Eden did not flinch at all as he came to hold her face in his hands. A slap it seemed to be in her distorted head. She deserved more, but if it was what he deemed worthy. The flinch finally came when he did NOT end up slapping her. In fact, he invited her into his bed once again. His act was kind, but what he didn't realize was that he was greatly confusing his slave. She was not use to this. She had not experienced such leniency in years. Her mind had be programed differently now. It expected the pain of punishment and he offered tenderness in it's place? An actual panic seemed to cross her face. "I... I don't... I don't understand...." she stuttered out as she pulled her head away from his touch, "I have been disobedient. I deserve a slap. I deserve the whip. I... I deserve to be cold. I..." she would keep on going talking about all the things she had been programed into mind by previous masters of what she deserved until he either stopped her or gave her what she expected.
 
As she started to babble about her expected punishment, Roland slowly realized his mistake. It seemed her mental programing at what she had been trained for ran much deeper then he had thought. At this rate, it seemed like he really would have to strike her in order to make her stop. For a moment, it crossed his mind whether that would be the kind thing to do, since it seemed she was in anguish more so then psychical pain usually caused.

Biting his lip once more, he checked himself from that action however. Violence was not his way, at least, not openly, his was a more mental route, for he found assaulting someone psychologically was much more effective and permissible even in his position. Ironically, it seemed to had done just that to Eden. Knowing he should act soon, he laid his hand down upon her shoulders firmly, forcing her to stop moving and staring into her eyes. "No." He said simply. "You don't. " Pausing for a moment, he closed his eyesgiving a heavy breathe before opening them and starting again. "Stop this. If you really feel like you need to be punished for something that deserves no such thing, then consider your lack of punishment it's own form of it." He didn't let her go yet, waiting to see what she did, if she calmed down, if not, he could only think of one other thing, so he hoped she would realize he meant not to harm her. His face softened again. "I'm not going to hurt you." He ran a hand over her back, gently tracing one of the scars. "You won't receive any of these from me."
 
Eden stilled the moment his hands griped her. Even though he stopped her with his touch, that touch was so very gentle on her shoulders. Silent as she listened to him speak, she was silent even after he was done with her talking to. Her face seemed blank as she tried to process what he was telling her. Her programing was still misinterpreting everything he was saying and she seemed to relax. It was a misunderstanding in her head, "You think me weak...?" she half asked, half stated as she. He was afraid to break the new toy so early. That had to be it. Eden spoke casually then, perhaps even with a bit of pride in her tone, "I promise you master, I am not weak. I can take it. I've taken it time and time again. I'm very good at it." She failed to give him the full details to it but went on, "I have been taught how to take a beating and recover before the blood has even dried." She had no idea how demented all she was saying sounded to the normal, sensible ear. This was how she thought all masters and slaves behaved together. "And I won't even cry... unless you want me to. Then I'll cry all you want me to."

Her distorted view of herself and everything else in the world was clearly not something he could change in the blink of an eye. He had no idea how long she had lived like this. How long she had been told that this was how she was to live her life. It would take time. But would he want to waste the time on her? He could always return her. But... then what would become of her? Would she slipped back into the world she spoke to him of? Or could he pull her from that dark place?
 
As he listened to her continued explanation, eyes growing a bit wider as his eyebrows climbed up his face, Roland bit his lip harder, looking over her once again. She really seemed to be stuck on this. However, her rambling panic seemed to have ended and he looked her in the eye once again, deciding to take another approach. Obviously he couldn't win this argument by stating the same thing over and over.

"If you must know, I have no preference as to whether or not you cum first, both situations are equally enjoyable to me." Hopefully by saying this, perhaps she would think only that she had not disobeyed his rule at all and that he didn't want to punish her for nothing. It was a half thought, lousy plan, but perhaps it might work. "And I don't think you weak." He added as an afterthought, almost embarrassed. Sighing once again, he looked up to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was sad almost, how brainwashed she had become. He did not wish to return her, but he had to do something, didn't he? Perhaps he could help her, help her get over this mental barrier over time.
 
"You don't? And... it is?" Eden's face grew confused then, as if she was trying to process his words. "But, my Master Jacob told me it was only pleasurable to a man if he came... first..." she trailed off slightly. For the first time, a look of actual understanding crossed her shocked face. After a moment, she spoke again, raising her gaze to look up at Roland, "He lied to me, didn't he?" All these years. She was one of the best lovers any man could have, but she was still like a child in so many ways on the inside thanks to men that mistreated her. Men that mishandled her mind and her feelings. With a sigh, she looked her face from him and actually blushed a little, "I must look like a total fool to you..."
 
Roland was quite while she talked through her words, wondering if Jacob was her old master, and thinking it likely, almost grimacing as he thought he might have been the one to leave the mark upon her back. Smiling as she slowly began to comprehend, he nodded, his expression warmhearted. She was really quite something, seductive and beautiful, yet still so cute about certain things, he had truly been lucky to find her.

"He probably did, though maybe it was true in his case.." Voice trailing off, he shook his head, it would do to talk of this person, not yet at least, it was likely not a good memory. "Perhaps, but it's a good thing, everyone needs to look foolish once in a while to remain humble." He offered with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. Thinking for a moment, he gave a more serious look, though still keeping an optimistic countenance upon his face. "Though... If anything I do.. or just something in general confuses you, or you have a question about something, feel free to ask me about it, and don't worry about sounding ignorant or foolish, if I can, I'd like to help correct the mistakes of my predecessors." Nodding, he thought that sounded well enough, and it was true, then and there, he decided to devote some of his time to finding out more about her, and to try and slowly unbind her mental brainwashing, curious to see what he would find beneath. For he imagined it was something quite wonderful.
 
Eden sank to one side as she went from kneeling on the ground to more like sitting on the ground. Once again, she listened to all he had to say before she looked up at him once more. Searching his face, she seemed to see him, really see HIM for the first time. Not see the master before her, but Roland. He was certainly different of those who had come before him. Well, most at least. Faint memories of someone that treated her like this from a long, long time ago flashed a moment in her head, but were soon gone again as she let a slight smile cross her lips. It was if she was smiling for the first time as well. A real, genuine, sincere smile, "Thank you."
 
Smiling, he watched her look at him, and was glad for her words, happy to see a part of her that didn't seem to be masked by some past he knew so little about. Nodding his head, he smiled a bit wider and patted the bed he was sitting on. "Thank you as well. Now come one, it's getting late, and I must rise early in the morning, and since I haven't given your room a proper bed yet, I'd like if you could sleep here tonight." Stretching his arms above his head as he finished the sentence, he looked out the window for a moment. It really wasn't that late, but late enough that he'd like to get to sleep in the near future, since he usually had trouble getting to sleep in the first place.
 
Smiling still, she nodded again and pulled herself up off the ground. "If you would like me to stay here, I will master," she said as she already started to make her way back around the bed to where she had been laying before the misunderstand happened. Climbing back under the covers, she curled herself up into a little ball, as if she did not want to take up to much space in his bed. She did not put her back to him. He had seen the scars, yes, but he had not gotten a good look at them. She wanted to spare him that for the time being.
 
Giving her a smile, he nodded one last time and let her into the bed, moving over to her, and draping one arm about her as she curled up. Roland enjoyed having someone next to him as he slept, it made it easier to go to sleep for him, easier to relax.. Well, it had used to.. and he was surprised to find that he could relax with her next to him. "Well, goodnight then.. Eden." With that, he took and a deep breathe, sinking into the mattress and letting his eyes droop, falling slowly to sleep as the night waned on, the night calm and relaxed throughout.
 
Eden closed her eyes as he did, drifting to sleep with him, but not wrapping her arms around him at all. As some point in the night, she rolled over, her back ending up towards him, but she was snuggled so close to him, he could see it unless he moved back a bit. In truth, Eden usually did not sleep well. Nightmares. She was prone to have nightmares all the time. Wither she slept alone or with someone else. But this night, she slept soundly and still until long after dawn.
 
The dawn light found Roland with his arms wrapped around Eden, at some point having cuddled up closer with her in the night, almost wishing he had been awake to enjoy it. Seeing that she was still sound asleep, he smiled and took a moment to appreciate her beauty. Slowly though, his gaze turned to her scars, and his expression changed a little. Briefly, he enjoyed the thought of striking down whoever had done such a thing to her, but shook away that thought, knowing it wasn't a likely thing to happen.

Still, he felt bad for her, one hand going up to trace the line of his scar, and then down to her back, gently running a finger over one of the longer scars. Memories assaulted him, as well feelings he had long ago thought gone and dead as he watched her sleep. Shaking his head, he bit his lip, retracting his hand and looking out the window. It was early still, but he knew he really ought to be getting ready for today soon. Before that though, he choose to remain for a while, enjoying the quite time, thinking about all he had learned about her, and how interesting a girl she was.
 
With a shiver as his finger ran down her back, Eden groaned a little and rolled ever so slightly away from his touch... before rolling over completely and ending up draping an arm across him without even thinking. This was strange for her. Usually, even in her sleep she had control, but with him she seemed to loose it all and just be relaxed with him. Burying her head against his chest, nuzzling there she took in a deep breath, the smell of him imprinting in her brain and letting it out on a sigh.

((I'm gonna bring the jealous maid into the RP within the next few posts. Looking for a good way to bring her in.))
 
Smiling as she wrapped an arm around him, he decided to let her sleep a bit more before waking her. It would be rude to leave her to wake alone, especially since he was trying to get her to realize he was different from what her other masters had seemed to be like. Looking down into her face, he gently brushed a lock of her hair from her face, smiling down at her, again wondering how he felt for her, he was quite mixed up as far as that went. "Good morning Eden. Did you sleep well?" He asked, his voice light and kind.

((Alright, hmm, oh, I know, perhaps she could come to his room to bring him breakfast? Might set off the jealous part, seeing her in bed with him?))
 
Eden's eyes slowly opened as he spoke to her. For a moment, her gaze seemed unfocused upon him and she had no immediate reaction to waking in his arms. But then, it could be seen in her eyes that she was shocked to find him there, so close and smiling at her. It made her own smile creep across her lips. But before she could say anything in return, the sound of something crashing to the floor rang through the room.

Neither of them in the bed had heard the door open, nor heard the maid walk in. Isabella was her name and while she was no more than a simple maid in Roland's household, the girl suffered from delusions of grandeur and say things that were not really there. Like how she saw a look in Roland's eyes when he would look at her that told her head that Roland had feelings for her. Clearly, he did not feel that way about the Isabella and everyone could see. Everyone but her. She had been bring him breakfast since it seemed he was sleeping in a little later then usual this morning. One look at the woman in Roland's arms and Isabella went red with jealousy. "WHO the hell is THAT?!" she burst out, pointing at Eden in the bed as she stormed to the edge of the bed where Eden lay.
 
Roland himself had been about to speak when the crash, and the following inquiry startled him to to turn about, seeing Isabella approaching with red faced jealousy. The suppressed groan that rose in his throat nearly choked him.

Isabella was a nice girl, truly she was, if a little fanciful, and aside from that, she was a remarkably devoted servant, enough so, that Roland hadn't been able to justify letting her go. Still, it was times like these that made him wonder if she would ever realize her ideas of romance where entirely one sided. Rising to sit on the edge of the bed, he took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "Good morning Isabella, this here would be Eden, she's going to be staying here from now on. Forgive me for not introducing her last night." Trying to keep his voice calm and portray a reasoned explanation.
 
Eden had started to think that Roland was too good to be true. And it seemed she was right. It was the classic jealous wife syndrome. She didn't even think that Isabella was anything less than Roland's wife. Something in the girls eye just screamed of possession of Roland. Heart, mind, body, soul. All of him.

Meeting Isabella's glance for just a moment before she lowered her eyes and reached for a spare bed sheet, holding it to her naked form as she pulled herself from Roland's grasp and sat up, heading to rise from the bed, "Forgive me for upsetting your wife master. I will return to my room."

Isabella heard what Eden said loud and clear, but did not bother at all to correct her. Let her think she was Roland's wife. If she had her way, she would be soon enough.
 
Roland had hardly ever had a problem controlling himself, but the strength it took to keep himself from shouting out a correction of Eden's words came as close as anything ever did, and had he not had his lip firmly clenched in his teeth, he might have actually done so. Watching her leave, he had meant to ask her to wait, to stay and let an explanation be had, but decided it would be better, and wiser, to talk to each of them separately instead of together, especially taking Isabella's character into account.

Letting out a sigh as she exited the room, he turned to his side himself, sitting up upon the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket across his lap as he did, knowing it didn't help much, but wanting to maintain at least some form of formality.

"Isabella..." Beginning with her name, he realized that he wasn't quite sure where to go from there, and took a moments pause to consider. At last he spoke once more. "...You did not correct her error in fact, that's not like you." He observed, wondering if she would take the hinted meaning of his words. For a long time, he knew he would have to discuss this with her, but in all honesty, he'd been putting it off, not seeing how letting her indulge her fancy could be of any harm. And so she had grown more firmly rooted in her imaginings, and now that Eden was here, thing had changed. Roland wondered, and feared, that he had let this go on for to long.
 
Eden had a very good memory, for without any help at all, she found her way right to the very room Roland had said was to be hers. As she entered, a great chill swept over her. No fire had been lit in the room in ages and with the drapes having been drawn, the room was downright icy. And she with nothing on but a bed sheet. And her clothing was in the room with the happy couple. Not going to be seeing those for awhile. Testing the bed sheets she found them just as icy as the room. That left her in only the one warm sheet she already had. With as sigh, she wrapped it tightly around herself and sat on the little bench at the end of her bed. Waiting. For what? That all depended on what her master wanted of her next. From the way his wife had looked at her, she was certain that last night had been the one and only night in Roland's bed. A shame. She sighed almost sadly.

Meanwhile, Isabella's stone cold face was fixed on Roland. It was clearly easy to mistake her for a jealous wife, even for someone that KNEW that Roland and Isabella where not attached like that. But Isabella totally ignored him and her face melted till it looked at if she was about to burst into tears. Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and started to cling to him. "Roland! You don't need to buy yourself someone to fill your bed! You know I would do it for free! And you know where I have been..." she started to nibble at his neck, "You'd be my first. Where has that whore been? You have no idea, do you?"
 
As her facial expression broke down into one of sadness, it was hard for Roland to ignore the urge to forgive her and shrug off the event. However, stifling the feeling, he berated himself for letting his thoughts do that in the past, perhaps now was the moment he had been looking for to have this conversation with her. Sigh, feeling her begin to nibble at his flesh, he pulled a hand up, taking her and taking a step away from her. "Would you have me share my bed with someone simply because they would be willing?" Biting his lip, he wondered if he should be clearer. Sighing, he shook his head, clearing it before continuing. "It's not a matter of convenience, you should no I would not simply let just anyone get that close to me." Wincing a little at that, he thought to bring up that old memory with her, a brief image of a knife flashing across his recollection. Shaking it away once again, he placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping the distance between them.

"I'm going to go find Eden, she seems to have left her clothes here. In the meantime, please try to realize, I can't return your feelings, you may feel free to hate me for it, but please, be reasonable about this." Biting his lip once more and taking a moment to look over her, he rose, finding a pair of pants from his drawer and a simple robe, slipping them on and gathering Eden's clothes, leaving her and walking down the stairs, deciding to check the room first, thinking it was the only other place she knew of to go to. Pushing the door open lightly, he smiled as he saw her with the blanket wrapped around her. "Forget these?" He asked, tossing her the small piles of clothes. "I'll have to have the tailor fit you if your to be staying here."
 
Isabella listened to all he had to say, her expression distorting into one of rage. How DARE he! How DARE he simply shrug her affection off! She even let him pick of the whore's clothing and exit the room before she stormed out into the hall after him and yelled, "Enjoy your whore!" before she turned and fled. This was still not over not yet.

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The momentary flutter of Eden's heart she felt as Roland entered the room had her scolding herself. She should not feel that way about this man. Especially when he was about to kick her out of his house. She had already risen to meet him and collect her clothing when the words fully processed in her head. "I... I am to stay?" she asked in surprise. She would address the issue of him waisting money on tailored clothing for her later but truly, she had not seen that first part coming. His wife must be much more understanding they she originally looked in their first meeting.
 
Roland had stopped her a moment as she stormed away, letting out a long sigh once he was certain she was gone and no one was within earshot. Long he had favored a manor of calm reasoned thinking, trying to be above stints of uninhibited emotion, but it seemed even that was not enough to stop such drama from entering his life.

Nodding his head with a small smile at her words, he walked into the room, taking a look around and realizing she must have been freezing. "Of course, I see no reason why you should not.." Trailing off, he almost laughed at himself, realizing he had forgotten that he had yet to explain to her the situation. "Ah, thats right, you still think.." Here he sat down upon the small bed in the room, looking to the ceiling for a moment before continuing. "Isabella isn't my wife." Beginning here he broke off, unsure how best to continue. "She may like to think of herself as such, but for the greater part, in fact, likely the whole, her feelings are one sided. In truth she's a maid of this manor, quite the able one indeed, but.. as you may have noticed, a highly emotional sort." He felt he may be being cruel to her for saying so, but with a sigh, he leaned against the wall from where he sat, rubbing his temple.
 
Eden once again stood and just listened like the obedient slave she was, nodding ever so slightly when he was done. Not a jealous wife, but possibly even worse. A Jealous want to be wife. Surely she'd see Eden as competition. She'd have to watch her back for Eden was no fool in some accepts.

And yet she was a fool in others. Like that she was indeed freezing now, and though she held her clothing, she made no move to put the clothing now. He had not told her yet he wished for her to be clothed. Perhaps he preferred her to be naked all the time. She still did not know his preferences on how he wanted his slave to be. "I see master. I think I understand now. Forgive me for assuming incorrectly. But... as for clothing, truly master, I do not require much of anything. A thing or two to wear when you take me in public if you wish, but other than that..." she held up the clothing in her hands, "I need only thing and perhaps one other dress of this fashion." Why should be spend money on the wardrobe of one that would not always be there with him?
 
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