Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

[LingeringDesire]

Smiling up at him she nodded, a Master's business was never the business of a slave. Her hand easily slid into his as she stood, allowing him to help her. Silently she wondered where he was taking her. Following him, her small hand in his larger she was cautious. Thankfully he was with her so she didn't feel as if she was escaping as she stood there at the door. She gave him a sheepish smile and held her hand out to him so he could guide her, but his command moved her forward.

Stepping out barefoot she walked on the sandy beach. Never before had she been on the beach. Her nose crinkled as she pulled in a breath of briny air. bending she knelt and touched the sand with the tips of her fingers. It was soft and grainy, like salt. She brushed her fingers together and giggled. "It is... I've never seen anything like it..." She grasped his fingers and squeezed gently, "Thank you."

Eliza's eyes shimmered in the moonlight as she looked out over the water, dropping his hand. It was amazing. When he took her hand she smiled and turned her gaze up at him nodding. She felt so in love with him at this point, her body wanting his. Oscar was nice but it wasn't him, a reason she was glad he didn't try to fuck her. Biting her lip she looked up at him as they walked.

Stepping a bit away from him, she giggled when the surf wrapped around her ankles. "What is Master's name? Can I speak it once? What is your favorite sexual position? Have you ever loved?" She asked all four slowly, pausing between each but not enough for him to answer. "Will you kiss me under the moonlight?" She asked breathlessly, looking up at him expectantly and waiting.

 

[Ryax]

He looked down on her as she halted, slipping the sand, amazed, between her fingers. "First time on a beach?", he mused towards her, smiling curiously as he thought she at least had seen some sights as common as the beach. He was pleased with that she had not seen the beach before however, because it would mean that he could share this exciting and powerful moment with her. He happily watched her reactions to the ocean water swallowing her gently up to her ankles, smiling wider at her giggling.

Elizabeth felt more like a person then a slave in this moment. She showed him a cute and excited side, kind and exploring even. She was unlike some of the girls in the house that would be strictly obedient and somewhat cold in the face of excitement and discovery. Leyland was happy that she was not frigid like that, but showed real emotions.

Listening to her cute and probing questions, he was a bit taken aback by the fact that she wanted to know so much about him personally instead of asking him about something regarding the house. He chuckled at her curious nature and shot a sly smile towards her. He was a bit embarrassed over her questions, though he did not fully understand why as he had been asked deeply personal questions like this before without having any trouble of answering them.

He turned, walking slowly up to her, staring her down with a gentle smile on his lips before he placed his hands gently on her shoulders, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. "I will.", he mused as he parted their kiss and stood up straight again and gazing down on her. "My name is Leyland, and no you may not speak it once, you may speak it multiple times.", he told her with a smile on his lips. Leyland took a moment to think about if he had ever loved before, quickly coming to a conclusion. "I don't think I've ever loved before. I'm not sure.", he told her, confident in that he had never felt what he felt with her just being close to her. He had been subjected to great pleasure and happiness, but nothing quite as exciting and warm as this. "Is it something like having butterflies in your stomach just being near the other?", he asked her in turn, wondering if she had any experience with the matter herself.

He purposely saved her intimate sexual question for last, playfully keeping her a bit on edge about it. "So you want to know what I like in bed? How personal, didn't you have enough earlier today?", he teased as he gave a quick thought about it. "I did say you could ask me anything.", he mused for a second, looking like he was still thinking about it. "Fair enough.", he finally stated before he answered. "I like being beneath, ridden actually, squatting over me.", he said, a bit embarrassed as he grinned though trying to keep himself looking in thought while letting his eyes wander away over the sea for a moment. He felt weird being embarrassed over something so trivial that he had been asked so many times before by other slaves.

Calming his embarrassment he gazed back at her, a curious smile on his lips. "I feel like I must ask. What's with the personal questions? Don't get me wrong, I'm honored, just curious. I though you would have asked me something about the house, or the others. I didn't expect it to be me on your radar.", he said in an amused fashion, smirking at her in the moonlight. Leyland didn't know or understand it yet, but the feeling in his gut and the attraction he felt towards this slave, this woman, was love. Love that had burst forth the moment he had laid eyes on her, heard her voice, felt her, he just didn't understand it other then that she felt perfect, right, even though he didn't really know her a lot, there was something about her that just told him that she was special.

 

[LingeringDesire]

So much expectation in her wide blue eyes as his head dipped low over hers, the brush of lips was soft. She didn't touch him, though she wanted to, as they kissed. It was so short lived Eliza whimpered softly when it was over, wanting more. Biting her lip she thought about pulling him down for another that would leave them both breathless. BUT, she didn't.

Staring up at him, she smiled softly and waited for the rest of his answers. "Leyland..." She whispered, low and soft, a wide smile coming over her lips. She couldn't wait to surprise him with it in bed, a soft moan into his ear as he gave into his primal desire. Her hand reached up and caressed the crease on his cheek as he smiled. Her hand moved back to interlace with the other. Her eyes clouded, she shook her head yes and then no, she blushed as her fingers touched her stomach. "I... I know not... I've never loved."

The blush remained, he gave her butterflies. Each touch and look only adding to the feeling. She didn't want to get her hopes up regarding him. Nodding, her eyes floated out over the ocean. Still blushing, why couldn't it be different and leave her free to tell him how he affected her deeply and she wanted him again. The skimpy lingerie Stella helped her pick out JUST for him, why had she done this if she didn't wish to attract him? "You did," She mused with a soft laugh, her nose wrinkling as she flicked some water at him off the tips of her fingers.

Her eyes sparkled as he answered, perfect... she thought. Riding was her favorite, the closeness allowed her to feel closer to her partner, something she'd love to experience with him. Though it was not something she was allowed and not something she'd even wanted to feel with her former master's, only him. She ducked down and plucked a shell from under her foot, inspecting it in the moonlight as they stood there in silence. Stretching to her full height again she felt his eyes on her as she tucked the shell into the pocket on her robe.

Blinking she smiled up at him, softly. Him on her radar? She flashed him a wider smile. "You are my master, you offer insight and as your subservient I aim to please. I simply wanted to know more about you so I could please you better." She moved her fingers to the ties of her robe, "It's also why I wore this," Opening the robe slightly she smiled before letting the sides fall against her again. "If I were able to please you, I could worm my way into gaining your favor. It means safety and assurance." she blushed and turned from him before turning back.

"I want to know everything that makes you tick. What turns you on, what sets you on fire and how to cement myself on your brain. I want to make you happy Leyland..." She touched his arm, her fingers moving up along his shirt to his shoulder and then his neck before urging his face down to kiss her again in the moonlight. The butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the small action as the water swirled around her ankles.

 

[Ryax]

It was impossible for Leyland to miss the hints of desire left by Eliza's mere sounding breath as their lips parted from each other once more. Wanting to give her more, please her further and draw more sighs of lust and pleasure from the lady of his thoughts, he did not, restraining himself just enough in case his mind was leading him astray. When her hand touched his smiling cheek, his head ever so slightly leaned into it, desiring to feel it further. "You know not either..?", he spoke in soft surprise, curiosity and surprise showing on his face. ".. Then I guess we're both lost little lambs in love's mercy.", he spoke further, smiling ever slight of shyly now.

A sly smile appearing at her playful approach, flicking a gentle mass of water towards him as he teased her a bit by keeping her waiting for his answer. Leyland never saw the pleased reaction of her's, gently embarrassed for the brief moment he was. He knew not that his favorite way was her's as well, but it would prove to be a most spectacular discovery for him. The next moments spent in silence, he watched from the corner of his eye how she went down, picking something up just as his gaze returned onto her. A lost shell was her prize that she intended to keep as down her pocket it went. A nice little memento, especially for being on a beach for her first time, he thought to himself.

Hearing her answer, it was a clever response, clearly she knew how to manipulate, to get ahead and to gain her target's favor. A curious smile that soon turned stunning once her robe opened and slowly dropped down onto the ground. She certainly dressed to ensnare him, skimpy, hot and sensual, all in one. It fit her like nothing else, showing off all her right parts and leaving a mystery as well as a powerful lust in him to explore and to reveal what was underneath. "Clever.", he mused, the simple mind of a man making its appearance and washing witty words away while he processed the ravishing figure an arms length away, teasing him by me sight alone.

Her words were powerful as she approached him again, seeding hope in his heart that maybe, just maybe she would be his, and he would be hers. While she planted hope, she also planted doubt, the words and sentences she used was interpreted as he was being used as a stepping stone to get ahead. "I guess I'll need to be careful around you, or you'll have me around your finger sooner rather then later. Making me happy and pleasing me is a good start..", he mused as she moved against him, no struggle form his part, only moving into the form she was demanding and embracing her kiss openly. One of his hands now gently placed on her lower back, the other arm along her upper back but that hand placed on the back of her head. The silky soft lingerie straps and her skin slid teasing across his fingers. Soft confusing butterflies fluttering ticklishly in his stomach had him feel strange and perfect at the same time, time seemed to have slowed down tremendously, but in reality passed quicker then ever for them. This moment was a perfect representation of the budding love between them.

Eliza had taken root inside of Leyland the moment their eyes had met, even more so when their bodies met, now there was a forest of desire and love growing inside of him that he didn't yet know, that she didn't yet know either. She was already deeply cemented inside of his mind and soul and she was not about to leave any time soon. He wanted to tell her, so badly, that the mere thought and sight of her made him tick to an extent, her touch set him ablaze with lust, but he didn't feel like he could be so open already and admit that she had him, for he did not know her true intentions as they were portrayed differently then what she really meant and what he wanted.

His hand on the back of her hand wandered slowly south, running over the smooth laces of her lingerie and situating it where his other hand was, on her lower back and seemingly resting it there. He gently broke their kiss, standing up straight again as he sighed softly. "Certainly, you're already making me happy Eliza.", he mused as he gazed down into her gorgeous blues. "You know..", he began, a slight and smug look appearing in his smile as he continued, "Planning to seduce me like this, dressing like you do.. It's unsightly really..", he mused, taking a few moments to tease and to keep her from what he actually meant. "But maybe we can fix that. What say you to bed with me, ridding yourself of that gorgeously unsightly little outfit and we'll cleanse you both inside and out.", he said with a silky soft, almost nonchalant,voice, yet firm like master's should. He leaned in next to her, his lips placed near her ear. "That way, you can truly please and make your master happy. How's that?", he whispered softly, his lips gently gracing against her ear as his breath softly brushed over as well. Seeing Eliza in her lovely outfit made him want to ravage her, her approach and disregard of ranks making him want to punish her right here and now and to let her feel his wrath in the most sexual of manners. She was driving him crazy, the lust molding with the pleasantly warm and butterfly feelings within his stomach that manifested once she was in his sights, her skin against his, their beings together.

 

[LingeringDesire]

She hadn't meant to plant doubt and if such were the case would have apologized immediately. It wasn't her intent, in previous experiences she had to gain favor with the master. The slaves he liked the best was treated the best. The lowest were treated badly, she'd been on top, bottom and everywhere in between. He kissed her and the fear left her body as adoration and love took it's place. If only they both would speak it and the "master" had told the truth. If Eliza knew he was a higher ranking slave it would have made things easier on her. It wouldn't have been a competition.

Her soft mouth opened to him, tongue grazing over his slowly. Eliza loved his flavor and moved closer, melding her body against his... a perfect fit. His hands were warm and wonderful, the attention of the master given directly to her, undividedly and she soaked it up. the slight movement of her hand to her lower back made her tremble. Hyper aware of him and his every movement. The gentle breaking of the kiss was inevitable, something she hated beyond measure. Simply put, she wanted to carry on with their kiss until neither one was able to breath and they HAD to pull apart.

Blinking up at him she smiled, "I'm glad master, very glad to hear that." She kept her hands on his chest, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes from his body and have him, right here and in the sand. But it wasn't her place to suggest such things. Her smile faltered, as well as her hands, falling away. Her heart broke, she hadn't meant it like THAT... only meant it to let him know he was on her mind. Biting her lip she gazed out at the water. Nodding slightly at his words she understood he meant to punish her, the cleansing out and fuck her, the cleansing in.

She wasn't sure she could handle a beating at his hand, not when he'd stated how well she'd be treated. Eliza wanted to cry, to throw herself at his feet and explain herself better... stupid Stella. It was her fault she'd agreed to allow the woman to talk her into the outfit and stating it was perfect to wow him in. Oscar had agreed that she'd knock his socks off. It made her smile then, but now she only remained quiet, his breath teasing her skin. "Yes, Master." She said, before dipping down to retrieve her robe.

Silently she walked toward the home, the punishment that lie ahead frightened her. How could she so foolishly think she was in love with this man when he wasn't so different from the others. Maybe better looking and a more accomplished liar. She found herself wondering if this was Stella's purpose, to make her fall from grace so she could rise? It was absurd but she wouldn't put it past a long standing and secure slave within a house. Her heart raced behind the lacy cups of the brassiere and tears threatened to break free from the damn that held them back by a single thread.