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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

((I could not remember.... so I thought up something new))

The sounds that escaped Eden's lips surprised her. No master had played her body like he was. Yes the occasional grope or stroke. But this? This was paradise within her hands. Literally as she stroked his cock, upping the pace as his fingers worked her faster as well. It was perfect! Perfectly. Perfect. She wanted it to last forever, but at the same time, "I... I have a confession master!" she moaned out as one hand left his cock to raise up and rub his neck a moment before she tilted her head in and started to kiss his neck. She spoke sweetly and soft into this neck, "I have never wanted someone this badly before. I... I need you in me. I need... I need a good hard fuck master!" Her sweet words were hindered a little but her term of choice for the deed she wanted, but it came with her past. She had never really heard anyone tell her they wanted to make love to her before. "I fuck I know only you can give me. On one else compares!" That was what she wanted, but in truth with the way his hands were working her, she didn't know if she could wait that long. Certainly not if he kept touching her like he was.
 
((^^ Don't fret, works just as fine.))

In all honesty, Roland was heartened by her words, joyed to know he was not the only one with such an intense desire. Meeting her gaze in a stare of blazing passion, his grin flashed out upon his face, a miracle enough he was able to form coherent sentences.

"It appears what we desire is one and the same." He breathed out into her ear, nipping on the lobe as he spoke. "And so a fucking you shall have." And no sooner had the words left his lips, then his hand moved itself from her pussy, unattended for perhaps almost an entire second before she would feel the sudden jolt as he thrust into her, his cock entering her as he pressed her back the the wall, taking her hand in his own and holding them out and above her head, lips nipping and kissing hungrily upon her neck, and then, upon her own lips, kissing her with an overwhelming desire as he felt her around him. And then, with a start, he began to thrust into her, building his speed quickly, plunging deep into her folds. Call it whatever you like, what they were doing.. It was pure instinctual, almost animalistic. And it was good.
 
Eden was nuzzling the side of her face against his lips while he nipped at her eat, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Or as least what sweet nothings were to her. It did not surprise her that he wanted her, truthfully. Many men desired her. But this was the first time she was actually happy that a man desired her. That THIS one desired her. How lucky she was that he picked her out of the slave traders cart.

In that one brief second he withdrew his attentions from her body, she started a whimper, but before the whimper was fully out of her lips, it was overtaken by a gasp, which then was soon taken over by a scream of pleasure! "YES!" Eden cried out, in total paradise getting what she had been wanting so very badly at the moment. He only aroused her further still when he grasped her hands and forced them over her head, basically pinning her against the wall. Was he in her head somehow? For this was just the way she liked it and how she wanted it at that moment. Perhaps they were just so much alike on the inside. Whatever the reason for it, she was happy for it! So very happy.

With every encounter they had, Eden was breaking more and more of her own rules for being a slave. He's kisses were passionate. Unlike anything she was ever use to before. She should not dare kiss him back with the same intensity, but in the heat of it all, she could not help but let her lips dance passionately with his. Nips his lower lip before running her tongue over it and into his mouth, pressing her lips against his, sucking his tongue as it came for a visit within her lips.

"AHH!" She cried in pleasure with his first thrust. The first in a line of many she hoped! Another cry came with the next. And again, and again! Every thrust sent some sound escaping her. And it was different every time. Leaving him guessing then... would the next one bring a moan? A pant? A scream? A sensual, erotic guessing game.
 
Her cries of pleasure only elating him further, Roland pressed onward, his thrusts growing in deepness, in speed, and hardness, his cock throbbing hotly within her soaking tight folds. And quite the sensual game of guess it was, each moan of pleasure she gave elicited a new sensation of erotic joy of his own, driving him to the point where he himself kept her on her toes, his thrusts being not of uniform sameness, every now and then, holding with her for a moment, or pressing deeper then before, moaning louder and louder into her lips.

Dear lord of all that was good! How this act had transcended to such a level of sensual ecstasy, he could not fathom, could not even begin to comprehend. His body, mind and soul craved her in so carnal and wonderful a way, every inch of him itching to feel the immaculate electricity that seemed to compose her form, how else could he explain the electric spark that seemed to shake through him whenever he touched her? This was truly bliss, not a care at all for the level of noise they were making, nor if they were discovered. "Hah, Ahh!" Giving a particularly loud moan, letting in trail into a harsh panting, as much as he wished to hold her there, arms pinned to the wall, his body demanded more, and thus, one hand took the job of holding both wrists, directly pinned above her head, while the now free limb descended, toying nimbly with her breasts, and down to her clit, before running along her thigh, rubbing there, and finally pulled it up, giving him greater acces to her pussy as he thrust deeper withing her.

Holding her this, his lips burning against her own, eyes flickering open and shut, glazed over with an intense look desire, the multi colored orbs blazed with ravenous hunger as he devoured her lips, lavishing kisses upon her. The thought struck him that nothing, nothing in his life, had ever equaled even half of the joy he felt now. Nay, not even a hundredth of a fraction. This was something beyond human, something truly divine in it's action, no mortal man could possibly feel this wonderfully.
 
"Ah!!! AH HA!!!" she cried out at his hand traveled about her. Of course he got the greatest reaction to his stroking of her clit, but the hand kneading at her breast and upon her thigh got good reactions as well. Whimpers and panting. Moans. Lots and lots of moans of course. There had never been anything like this for Eden before. Primitive, wild, but with a sort of finesse never the less to it all. And that led her to wonder, why? Were all her previous master so bad in bed and she just never knew, for she never had anything good to compare it to? Or were they all average and Roland was in a class above them all? Did all women really feel like this during sex? No wonder sex ruled the world.

Soon, she could feel the pressure building within her. With a gasp, she turned her head quickly to the side so that his lips found her cheek, but her lips were free to give him fair warning, "It's coming! Master! It's coming!!!! I'M cumming! Cumming soon!! OOOooo!!" The way her body felt, she knew she was only seconds away from it.
 
Even before her warning, Roland could feel the tell tale signs of her approaching orgasm, the tightening her her folds, the sudden burst of energy it instilled, even the partial glazing over the eyes seemed to hold the nearer the body came to it's peak. And it was a good thing as well, for he could not likely have held out much longer himself, seeming to throb almost violently within her reaching a pace he'd not set before, with a moan that joined her own in an erotic, sensual harmony, he realized he was close as well.

What was it that made it so good? Roland had been with a share of woman before, but never like this, never so wholly consumed by his lust, and dear lord! Never so good as this. It was an electric burning passion that seemed to feed off of each others own, the fire of one feeding the other, and vice verse, creating a chain of pleasure so intense it finally reached a euphoric state of absolute bliss. And here it was, pressing harder then before into her, he felt her begin to cum, and at the same moment, he himself felt a surge of pleasure along his cock as he came into her, filling her with his hot cum, hips planted firmly against hers as he rode out the feeling, moaning loudly until, in desperation, his lips sought hers, moaning into her mouth as he kiss her hungrily, tongue rolling over her lips and chin. Giving an involuntary buck into her a few more tomes, spasmodic slightly after such an intense moment, his lip left hers, panting hotly, forehead pressed her hers, and slowly letting them fall to the ground, legs crumpling beneath him as he pulled out of her. "That.... Dear god... T-That was.. Incredible." He whispered out between heavy breathes.
 
A powerful climax indeed! Never had she had one so sweet and enjoyable and DAMN powerful! Her body had never trembled, quivered, shook, all that and more like this before. It was... her mind tried to find words for it, but couldn't. It was beyond and thought or feeling she had ever had before.

Sinking down with him, she was motionless besides the rise and fall of her chest from her panting at first. Finally, after a good minute or so she tried to speak at last. "That.... oh that...." she basically whispered as her hands moved to attempt putting herself back together once again. A failed attempt she soon discovered for her whole body was still limp as she slumped against the wall, practically pinning under her master. Her her fingers could not even grasp the laces of her corset to attempt putting herself to rights. They were just blindly grasping at the laces, tugging but doing nothing. She was to far gone to even notice. Just kept attempting it.
 
For a long while, he simply lay there. Well, more technically he was sitting, leaning, but in any case for some time, he only breathed, mind to clouded and hazy to even do that efficiently for a time. At last, his wits started to collect, however vaguely, and he realized he was watching her repeatedly fumble with her lacing. A smile spreading across his face for some reason at this, Roland moved his hand up, limply letting it fall over hers, stopping the motion for a moment, as he moved off of her, freeing her from his weight as he slid down against the wall next to her.

"That.." He confirmed with a soft breathe, thinking it was as close a description as anything could possibly be. He knew he was still mostly unclothed, and shook his head, attempting to clear, when it dawned on him that his hand was still on Edens. Letting it move away, he gave another weak smile, taking a deep breathe before standing, supporting himself against the wall with one hand as he started to return to normal. Dear god, he'd underestimated how powerful an effect it had had.
 
Eden's strength slowly returned to her as she hovered in some blissful state. Seemingly somewhere between sleep and awake where everything was perfect and simple and just... right. Eden unconsciously was stroking his fingers that held her hand gently, loving the feel of his hand in hers. She was about to say something more when his hand suddenly slipped from her grasp. Her face wavered as she watched him stand and right himself... suddenly it was as if it had never happened. A moment in time and now it was over. As if it meant nothing.

Eden had to snap herself back into reality then. She was a slave. He was her master. It meant nothing more then the need for sex from her body. Nothing more. Never anything more. The bliss was gone and Eden snapped back into her role as the obedient pet. Standing, Eden's hands were no longer shaky, weak, and she quickly put herself to rights lacing up the corset and straightening out her skirts. Once she patted her hair down, she stood straight and tall, trying to look unaffected by the encounter they just had, even if her heart was still beating so fast still. She knew that one time would always be with her, even when she slept with her next master, she'd think of Roland. "Is there anything else you need of me master?"
 
Roland wasn't sure what to make of the sudden change that came over her. Back to her basic rigor of obedience it would seem. For a moment, fleeting across his thought, he felt a feeling of remorse, almost as if assure her she need not be so at all times, that she could relax. But what would come of it? And why were these thoughts pervading his mind?

Whatever the cause, her manner did serve to help put him back into a proper state of thinking as well, straightening with a slow stretch and clothing himself once more, righting everything to make sure nothing was placed amiss. Hoping he hadn't forgot anything, he nodded and turned to her just in time to hear her question. thinking it over for a moment, biting down on his lip, he took as much time to ponder the resumption of her usual tone as to the actual question, if not more. IT almost made him feel as if there had been nothing special or particularly noteworthy about what they had just done. Shaking his head, and for more then one reason, a small smile upon his face, he responded. "Not that I can think of, though I suppose we had better not keep the seamstresses waiting." Giving an almost embarrassed smile as he spoke this last part, realizing now they had hardly troubled to hide their intent from them.
 
"Of course," she said as she straightened the last of her clothing out and headed to the doors, opening them and bowing to the seamstress waiting there, a smile upon her naughty scheming face. A blush on the face of her assistant. Eden motioned for her to re-enter, which she did, but only to the time to pack up there samples and the things she brought with her. "Payment shall be upon deliver of the items. I should have the first few dresses shall be ready by the end of the week. The formal gown will take some time. And the undergarments," she smiled again, this time wider still, "I will leave you in anticipation of when they will arrive."
 
Nodding at her assessment of the delivery, he allowed a small smile to take a place upon his features at this last statement, wondering if he should be thankful to her for what had just happened. In any case, he thanked them and showed them to the door, politely bidding them farewell and closing e door after them. Turning about, he took a deep breathe, holding it in for a moment, before letting it out.

Looking out the window, he realized it was already late, though he was relieved to remind himself that he still had tomorrow before his regular daily duties were to resume. Reminding himself to remember to thank the stand in he had hired for a few of his more mundane appointments. Remembering what he had been thinking of doing earlier, he found one of the servants, a smallish lad by the name of Kluess. Asking him to fetch some firewood and a few other items of comfort, he directed him to bring them up to Edens room, still not entirely sure of the sleeping arrangement, but wanting to be sure.
 
Once again, he had walked away without giving Eden an order as to what she should do next. And once again, Eden didn't know what to do. This was unusual for her since she was just so use to being TOLD what to do where to go every second of every day. She stood in the doorway where she had stood when she reopened the door for the seamstress until after she had gone. It seemed that Roland had departed without realizing that she was still there. She contemplated what to do. She didn't know where she was allowed to go and where she was not. What she was allowed to touch, and what she was not. After standing there while longer, she decided to return once again to her assigned room, taking the seat again at the foot of the bed and just.... waiting.
 
It took him a moment to realize that she was no longer there. Suddenly finding a frown on his face, Roland bit down on his lip a bit hard, finding himself feeling quite foolish for loosing her like that. However, no sooner had he thought this, then he caught himself, why was he so concerned about her being around? For what reason did he wish she was with him right now? More then a little troubled by the thoughts, he wondered about for a time, thinking of what to do. At last however, he realized there was no help for it, and he departed shortly, heading back up the stairs, figuring he knew where she might be.

Upon reaching the room, and seeing her inside, a small smile spread across his lips. "My apologies for leaving you behind like that." He offered, inclining his head to her as he stepped lightly into the room, seeing that a bundle of wood had indeed been delivered to the small hold next to the fireplace. Not sure what to say next, he scuffed his foot upon the floor.
 
Eden stood when he entered the room and bowed her head in respect to her master. Then, it all grew silent again. An awkward one at that. Eden could tell he was not use to this. Having someone he was responsible for all the time. Perhaps she should enlighten him? Help him some?

Eden gave him a slight smile, "You have never had a slave before, have you master? I can tell. You can never seem to know what to do with me when you are not using me. I can tell you if you like, what masters have done to keep me busy between bedroom visits if you like. Everyone has a little bit of a different way of handling it. You can learn your own way. Take a little from this master and that and make your own."
 
Shifting a little at her words, he gave a smile and nodded. "Very well then, I suppose it would hurt." Truthfully though, he was worried for a number of reasons. First of all, for whatever reason, hearing her say it so bluntly, 'when your not using me' made him feel cheapened, almost cruel. Even if it was true, to be said that way, it made him wonder. Second... He remembered the marks upon her back, the scars left by her previous master. If those marks were any testament to the type of person her masters were, he wasn't sure their actions would help him figure out what to do.

Still, he sat, taking a seat upon the edge of the bed next to her, sitting up mostly straight, and nodding once more, signifying that she may begin. Listening, he tried to keep his eyes from wondering to her back, succeeding only though sheer will.
 
"Very well," Eden said as she sat near him. Close, but not too close. Yet not to far. "If at anytime master, I start to bore you. Please tell me and I will stop." She did not wait for him to agree, but continued on.

The whole while, she spoke as if her life was common. But of course it was anything but. "My first master wanted me to learn while I was with him. He was a nice man. An older man. He did not use me as the later ones did. I cooked and cleaned for him. When I was not doing those things, he bid me read. I learned mathematics, astrology, all sorts of things. When he died, I was part of his son's inheritance. I had no free time in his household for he worked me all the time. If I was not sleeping I was cooking, cleaning, sewing, running errands. All sorts of things. From dawn until past dusk."

Eden paused then, "This is the point where all my other masters bid me stop for I was boring them..." she didn't ask if he wanted her to go on or stop. She left that in the air for him.
 
The urge to look to her back lessened as she spoke, Roland becoming entranced in her words, amazed at the way she spoke and also finding himself greatly interested in her past, a mysterious thing he had so far known very little of. Look into her eyes as she spoke, head tilted lightly to the side, Roland blinked once when she mentioned her previous masters tendancy to stope her. Smiling, he shook his head readily, not in the least bored. "Go on, I would like very much to hear about your past."

Smiling once more at her, he motioned for her to go on if she liked, glad that she trusted him to here of such things. He knew it would not all be good, some of it would likely be hard for her to say, and to remember, but... perhaps it was that he wanted to help her, it made the most sense, either way, he wanted to know more about her, to have a batter understanding of what kind of person she was, and where she had come from. In fact, he almost laughed at himself, if he didn't know better, he'd have sworn he had developed some sort of feeling for her... Leaving that thought handing in his head, he shook it away, something about it ringing to loudly in his head.
 
Eden nodded as she went to go on, but her face seemed to become a facade suddenly. She was not sad, per say. It was a fake calm over her face. Like she strained to keep it like that. "My third master was the first to use me as a pleasure slave. He trained me long and hard," she did not say it aloud, put it was clear how this master went about it. Roland had seen the marks. "I had no spare time with him either for I was always in his bed, or the bed of one of the other women he owned, learning the ways of the bed. How to be a good slave. How to please a man in bed and out at all time. Once I was ready I went to work in his whore house." She seemed to laugh slightly, "I never had a spare moment after that."

The whole while, there was no strain or struggling in her voice. She was calm. She said everything as if it was a matter of fact. Which, to her, it was. "After he lost me and half is other whores in a gambling loss, I was sold to a man that had to travel from home for two years time. Since he had to be away from his wife, he needed a bed partner for the long nights on the road. And that was me. I like that master. He treated me sweetly, much like you do at times and I saw many places over the world with him." A smile crossed her face the whole while she spoke of this master. Happy memories indeed it seemed. But then her face dropped again until she was putting a fake happy face upon her lips, "But there was no need to me when he was home again. He had his wife and I was sold."

She paused again and looked to him, "Do I go on still master?"
 
Listening to her story, Roland wondered whether it was fair to make her retell such a tale, but if he counted right, she was progressing through her list of masters quickly enough, and was roughly halfway finished, or close to it. In any case, he nodded solemnly, resisting the sudden urge to grip her hand in comfort.

"If you can." Was all he said, eyes almost seeming soft as he looked to her.

Something in her story had struck a cord with him. Not being needed, cast aside, it was a terrible thing indeed, especially with one you liked. Herring this, he reaffirmed his determination to keep Eden as part of his house for as long as he was able, not wanting to subject her to the cold life of being sold yet again. It was hardly compensation for what she had been through, but he suspected it was at least something. Hopefully. Nodding, he awaited the end of the tale, forgetting this was supposed to have been started for his benefit.
 
"My fifth master..." Eden hesitated a moment. Her voice suddenly became almost cheery. It was her nervousness to tell the next part that made it happen. Perhaps the cheery her voice, the less horrible master five would seem. "His wife could not bear children. And so they bought a number of slaves to bear children for them. They sought a son of course, had no need for daughters. My friend Isadora gave them the son they wanted." Eden lowered her eyes, unable to look at Roland for this part. "Poor thing. Isadora was made to feed the babe for a long while before she was ripped from the child and sold to a man far, far away. Somewhere where she could never reach her son again. The babe will never know that the woman that raises him now did not birth him. It is a terrible shame."

Eden had failed to mention anything about herself the entire time when it came to the fifth master. She would answer him if he asked her, but even she could not repeat the injustice against her of her own free will.
 
Listening to her account, he herd the change in tone, and knew that she had come to a sire spot. Biting his lip, he was silent for a long while, letting the words sink in. He had a feel about what had happened to her, yet.. he almost didn't wish to ask, seeing clearly how troubled she seemed to be over it.

No longer thinking, his hand reached out and found hers, as if of it's own accord, and grasped her own, holding it firmly yet with a kind gentleness. Looking into her eyes fully, he conjured up the words, almost a whisper as he spoke. "And.. You?" Letting the question hang in the air, asking what she had been doing, or had done to her during this time, he braced himself for the worst, afraid he had pressed her to far, and ready to tell her she could stop should it prove to much.
 
Eden smiled. That fake cover of a smile yet again. Her hand did not hold his back. It was just limp in his grasp. "I bore a daughter. They had no need for her so... I don't know what happened really. The other two slave girls gave birth to daughters as well. We were all forbidden to ask of them, or speak of them. We were beaten if we did. I learned quickly to forget it. Liana was not so wise. She was beaten to death asking for her baby to be returned to her. Eventually, the third one stopped asking." A hint of water in her eyes glistened in the light of the room, but Eden was good at never letting that get the best of her. It was how she was trained after all.

No, she only smiled again as if once again all she said was no big deal. She went on about the next one. "It was a long while before Hile was able to get me back into shape to be sold, but he finally did. I only had that master for one night. He was the one that took one look at the scars on my back, finished the act, and sent me back. And then you are my 7th master so... here we are."
 
Her first words, the news of her child, had been expected, but even so.. It still hit him hard, not for any personal implication of her character, but for what she said afterwords. Even though he knew it was simply the way things were, and that even his own family had likely had such a story at some point, Roland still felt his free hand tighten, the sole expression of anger for those who would do such a thing. Looking to her, he could see the very faint hint of a tear on her eye, and for a moment, he spoke not, simply letting the end of the tale hang in the air, like a deathly specter pervading over their spirits.

Finally, he inclined his head, and closed his eyes for a moment, mind let to wonder about in itself as he thought. He felt disgusted with himself, for being a part of the society that did these things to people. Hand still upon hers, his gaze fixed upon it for a time, before finally lifting to find her eyes once again. "I'm sorry.." Was all he could say, voice low and somber. What he did next, he had no explanation for, simply acting on what he felt was right. Taking his hand from her own, he shifted upon the bed, moving closer to her, and lightly let his hand move to her head, running through her hair, and then resting atop her head, lightly bending it down as he moved and kissed her upon her brow, letting his hand move back and rest itself warmly upon her knee.
 
Those two words. I'm sorry. Did he really just say those words to her? She was forever saying them to other people, but no one had ever said them to her. No one had ever seen the things that had been done to her as wronging her. It was just the way things were for a slave. No need to be sorry. But he... he really meant it. In two words, Roland made Eden fall in love with him in that very moment. And it frightened her something AWFUL! He had to go and kiss her in such a kind way as well. It made it only worse in that moment. If he had kissed her lips, it would not have been so bad. But this simple kiss of the brow, a comforting kiss. It was not something she was use to. Panic stuck her again. She couldn't let it happen! She could not fall in love again. It hurt to much the first time to let her heart break again!

Eden didn't mean to seem ungrateful, but she pulled herself away from his touch rather sharply. As if being touched and kiss were painful for her. It was. She stood and crossed a few feet from him, her back to him. "There is nothing to be sorry about. It is quite the common life for a girl like me. I've accepted it and embraced it. There is nothing to be sorry about." With her back still to him, she could see her hand raise up to her face and wipe something away from her cheek. Was she crying? "What do you wish my me next master?" she asked. She needed a task. Something, anything to get her mind of this moment. What she needed right then was a beating to make her forget or at least force her to forget.
 
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