I rose and his eyes cut through me, “Take off everything but your thigh highs and shoes, Ophelia.”
He threw a pillow on the floor in between his legs and his feet and I knew to kneel on it. I lowered my head and spread my knees open with my palms faced upward.
I eyed my little Ophelia knelt at my feet, and my loins stiffened.
I grabbed one of the platters of food and dipped a piece of shrimp into the melted butter. I lifted her chin with one finger and held it over her opened mouth. I watched intently as she bit into it and purposely slid her lips over it, as if trying to seduce me.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and got in her face, “Oh, do you want to play, little slave girl.”
She whined, begging me with those puppy dog pools of innocence.
What was happening to us? We wanted each other like we were some kind of drug or something.
I grabbed a piece of shrimp taunting her with it as I stared into those innocent eyes that looked up at me; as if I held all of the answers.
I could see the apprehension in her face. I stood ripping my clothes off and sitting back down. I picked her up and stood her over my legs; “Sit down.”
I stood over him with my legs spread—and slowly began to impale myself on his large member. My whole body shook as I listened to his voice.
“Oh, that is a good little girl.” I pulled her hips down forcing her to take more and more, as I stared into her contorted face. Her mouth was open and a pained look of ecstasy covered her face.
“Come on baby, that’s it, sit.” She slowly lowered more and more, as I began to manipulating her clit with just one finger. “That is it, get down on that cock and I will let you cum.” She slowly, painstakingly, made her way to the end of it and I begin to grind around into her. Her moans became screams and she began to ride with more assurance—impaling herself—as over, and over I brought her to orgasm. I grabbed her hips forcing her to take me as I unloaded into her.
I laid my head against his chest and sobbed as he held me, I don’t even know why. I don’t…… Even….. Know….. Why……
The last night was spent in bouts of love making, Cristal, and intermittent sleep. The morning sun would come soon enough…..and it would be time to go…..
Chapter Fourteen
Ophelia
I barely remember my ride home as we both sat silent in the backseat. I just remember pecking him on the cheek and running into my home before I broke down into a heap in the floor; sobbing.
The next days were spent in utter agony. I literally—physically hurt. I felt as if someone had reached into my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare hands.
My time was spent avoiding people and staying holed away in my home. Bob called every day—along with Debbie—message after message of things like: “Are you ok, why won’t you talk to anybody?”
I literally loathed Bob’s voice now. It was as if it grated on my nerves. Why couldn’t these people understand? I……Just….Wanted……To….be……Left……Alone!!!
Master Richard Baron
Master Richard spent the next few days going through the motions. He did everything that he always did, but now it just seemed as if it were—robotic. Days turned into a week and then a week and a half, with no word from His little Ophelia. Day after day he tossed around in his head what to do.
Why was it that with any other slave he was in control and knew what to do, but with Ophelia he tossed things around in his head; in indecision?
Master William made his way into Master Richard’s office. “Well my brother, if I had an employee that had not shown up to work for a week and a half—I think that I would be dealing with that employee.”
Suddenly a light went off in Master Richard’s thought process—just has Master William had known that it would.
Richard jumped up, “I’ll be back.”
Master William smirked, as he watched him walk out the door.
It’s about damn time that he manned up.