Thread: Silly Master - Whips Aren't For Kids | Cho and Prince

The food is perfect, my dear. Layfen said with a nod, quickly nipping into a bit of toast. One arm was still resting around Amethyst's small waist. Firstly, it had been quite unintentional and he hadn't noticed that he was still holding her it had felt that comfortable and natural to him. But when he had realised what he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from her. All he could do was blush faintly and secretly take small innocent pleasures in the feel of her body and the warmth she bathed his naked arm in. If she felt too uncomfortable about it, then she could simply tell him - if, of course, she thought she could. She was a slave, at the end of the day. And if she did say anything, or give some sort of silent hint, then he'd remove his arm from around her waist and just pretend he'd forgotten he still had a hold on her. Though inwardly, he hoped against hope that she wouldn't mention it. That, and that she would grow comfortable enough around him to scoot a little closer. Though, in hindsight, the man decided her getting closer wasn't a good idea. Having a beautiful young girl snuggling up to his body whilst casually sitting beside him in bed...well, even a gentleman such as Layfen would've found that temptation hard to resist. Amethyst didn't need another man forcing himself upon her. Once again, his eyes were drawn to the ends of her dress and he kept his gaze upon it, watching her playing about with it as if mesmerised. His head tilted slightly to one side and, once he'd swallowed the toast in his mouth, asked softly, Is that a nervous thing you do? Play with your clothes? --- In the adjacent room, the younger brother stirred in his own large bed. The activities of the previous night, naturally and largely involving a certain male servant, had sent Auren into such a deep sleep that he had actually overslept. For once, the white-haired Lord wasn't complaining. He had been glad of the extra few hours in bed, letting his body and energies recover - not only last night, but the past few weeks since he'd bought Relic, he'd felt himself exhausted by the slave, mostly mentally. It had been difficult, and at times impossible, much to his disdain, to stop thinking of the blond and to not let his defences drop whenever he was given so much as an inch of consideration. Well, one could hardly blame the man. Auren had never encountered anyone so willing before, someone who wanted to touch him and pay him the most intimate of attentions. It was different, it was nice. But it was also infuriating. The amount of times Auren had shown sheer submission to his own slave was humiliating to think about, made all the worse because he knew that rumours - okay, truths - were circulating around the manor's staff about the nightly goings-on of their master and Relic and that it was the slave that was often taking what he wanted from Auren's body and not the other way around, as it usually seemed to be. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he untangled himself from his silken sheets and padded over to the corner of his large, darkened room where the rope of the servant's bell hung. He gave it a sharp few tugs, the sound of the bell's ringing echoing distantly underneath him in the lower floors, and sat himself on the edge of his bed, fingers busily working on sorting out his long hair. Unaware that Amethyst was in the room next door, he waited in the hopes that she would knock on his door and peek her pretty head in. Auren was still quite groggy. He wasn't exactly strong enough to fight off any morning advances from Relic. And even though he didn't know of the girl's presence, he certainly knew that Layfen was there the very last thing he wanted was for his brother to overhear his ecstatic moans and loud begging for more.