Thread: Beguiled Mercy (WIP)

Chapter 5 Im not at all happy about you being so late today. The words cut through the quiet air as Windel kept his eyes forward, Alice bringing her own gaze downward. The matter was serious to her, but she knew she had done wrong and felt herself ashamed of having such enjoyment when there was so much importance on her being at his side. Please dont be mad at me, master. I never intended to disobey you. And yet you ended up coming late anyway. The means dont justify the ends. Of course, master. She raised her eyes toward him, not getting a glance returned to her. It made her feel isolated now. The one man in the world shed give everything for was now denying her any place in his world at the moment. At least she felt as much. It made her want to cry and reach for him, take his hand in her hands and beg his forgiveness. She knew better, though. Between the facts that it would change nothing now and that it would be making a scene in front of others, she couldnt do that to him. I promise I will be more mindful of your orders in the future. As he gave no response, she let herself dwell on the issue. Only a few hours ago she was living the happiest day of her life A man was treating her like a belle and her ingenuous nature grasped at it desperately. Even now, beyond the guilt that welled in her chest, she could recall vividly how pleasant the man was to him. She was being pampered and placed on a pedestal and it was exactly as she had imagined a lady would experience. Even near the end where she felt certain the man was going to make her feel closer to a brothel tramp, she was still being treated above her station and she craved to feel it once more. She knew it was something that Windel would not be providing her, which made her feel a little bothered. The dull red sky to their right was giving way to the night as the sun straddled the distant hills of the horizon far off to the left. The north bound ride was going to be about the same temperature as their trip to town, but with the darkness approaching, it would cool down soon enough. Are you tired? Alice looked up to Windel who continued to keep his eyes straight ahead. She found herself noticing she was feeling some fatigue and she nodded, giving a light hum in agreement. I can stay awake with you, master. You should rest. When we get back, Im going to need you to take care of getting a dinner ready. Nothing special. Just something to get everyone sated and into bed for the night. He paused. Ill get them settled in and then youll join me in my chambers. Windels last sentence caught in Alices ears and she turned her gaze away, a light blush forming. Are you sure? It might be best if I watched the children. The others can watch them. Theyll need to learn to get along with the adults at some point anyway. Itll be fine. Youre with me tonight. Alice could feel a wave of both concern and arousal overtaking her. It was obvious what he was referring to and she didnt have to ask. The failure of last night for him to have his relief was clearly meant to be handled tonight and she wasnt about to refuse him. She reminded herself once more that it wasnt at all a requirement of her service, but she couldnt deny the attraction she found for him. She also couldnt deny the feeling she found within herself now, aching to have a mans intimate touch once again. O-of course, master, she stammered, her eyes moving to her lap and her hand playing with the material of her sleeve. She found herself suddenly nervous and for a good reason. It wasnt clear to her how to react with such an obvious situation, but knowing that tonight was going to go in a way she was happy with made her feel giddy. Alice had dozed off not long after the exchange and Windel could feel his own exhaustion grasping at his eyelids. He wanted to close his eyes, just for a moment, but knew that they wouldnt come back open if he gave in. The night was fast enveloping them and he could hear light snoring in the back of the cart. He took a glance toward Alice as she shifted in her seat and felt her brush against his arm. She was still out of it, but it was clear she had moved over toward him. He let his mind wander away from the matter and let himself focus more on business matters. The contact with Elijah both bothered and excited Windel. His empire hadnt completely been wiped away, which gave him hope that he could get his old connections back easily. On the other hand, just like Elijah, many would have moved on to other prospects by this time, if they were even around. He would need to do some persuading and hope their ventures were not more profitable than what he had offered in the past. Then again, cash crops were rarely outdone in profits. The comfort of that fact was disrupted by his concerns about the Patterson farm. Charles clearly had some hand in Windels disappearance. The question that haunted Windel was just how deep was the connection? As much as removal of Windel would work out nicely for the Pattersons future, it was so risky that he didnt believe they would put both feet in over his potential death. The two families had always had an amicable relationship anyway. It wasnt as pleasant after his fathers death, but the fact that Windels father did do some serious favors for the Pattersons said a lot. That left little comfort for Windel as he noted how unfavorable Charles was with him. Perhaps the days of allegiance were long over. Windel knew that Charles wasnt the man behind everything that befell him anyway. It begged the question of just how deep the conspiracy against Windels life was. Just how many people sought his death? Just how many people were involved in the attempt? In the end, who thought it was worth keeping him alive and keeping him chained up like a common slave for those years instead of killing him? His thoughts were disrupted as he felt weight land against his arm. Looking over, he found Alice snuggling against his arm now, leaning well against him. Beyond his intentions, a smile formed on his lips. He could see her face buried against the sleeve of his coat and felt her arms wrap around his waist. For a moment, he almost felt as if the girl loved him, but it was a foolish idea. She was his servant and was simply making herself comfortable by moving close to him. Any warm body would do. Even from there, supposing there were some feelings for him, there was no place for her on his arm. She was a lower breed and didnt have the blood to be his bride. She did feel comfortable, however. The soft features of her face, arms, and breasts against him were pleasant and he wasnt about to push her away. He made an effort to keep the closer arm to her steady so as not to disturb her. He then continued on his thoughts, considering all of those hed held in the past. He would need to find out who was against him and, more importantly, who supported him. The still of the night kept Windel awake. Mild fear gripped at him now as he realized that there were no weapons to defend him here. The idea of even carrying a firearm or sword was lost to him this whole time and now that he felt they were exposed and in potential danger, it made him feel disgusted about the matter. He spent a lot of effort peering into the dark, watching for stray movements. The noise of the horses huffing on occasion, the wheels creaking along, and the steady dull clap of hooves all prevented him from listening for sounds. The years locked away allowed him plenty of time to develop his hearing and differentiate sounds, but it did little when further noises would be drowned out. The realization of little bandit activity in these parts did little to still his mind. There was plenty for a young man with combat desires to do the last few years and so bandits were rare. Up north, the fight with the savages drew plenty of the foolish. To the south, the exchange of Florida to Spain was leading to turmoil, a matter that helped Windels escape in the first place. The thought about his escape tugged at him now. He wasnt concerned about being sought after. He knew that he was not a recorded slave, but with the change to Spanish rule, there were far too many issues for the residents and land owners to be worried about than to find an undocumented man. Even if they did find him, they would have no legal measures to detain him. That much was comforting, but the fact that he had experienced it once and could possibly do so again if he were captured like he was on that fateful afternoon three years ago did little to make him feel safe. His mind wandered away from that topic. He was starting to recall a few years ago. The jerk of motion beside him and the sight of his assistant slumping forward, his eyes filled with shock as they looked toward Windel. The way he seemed so desperate to get an answer as to what happened to him before Windel looked up to find several men had ambushed their carriage and he was promptly knocked out a few moments later. Coming back to reality, his eyes continued to scan the shadowy landscape. The moon lent little light now, giving the world a light grey tint. There was no way he would allow himself to be knocked out and awaken to chains on his wrists and ankles again. Hed fight to the death before allowing that to happen. It wasnt long before he could see the estate in the distance, its silhouette teasing him. He was anxious for many things now For rest, for the sexual release with Alice that he missed the night before, and to get the new day started. It all felt as if he was overtaken with task after task and in every regard it was true. Where one duty was completed, another would follow. It made him wonder if hed ever catch up on matters, but then he reminded himself that he hadnt been back for 24 hours yet and he was already feeling he was taking too long. Compared to where he stood a month ago, this was a mountain of advantage. As the cart rode up to the estate, Windel nudged Alice, who was still clinging to him. Were here. He felt her stir then jerk up and scoot from him. He turned his head away to not let her see the smile on his face, holding back a laugh. Go ahead and get dinner started. Ill have one of the women help you while I get the rest handled. Alice shifted to sitting upright and nodded groggily. The cart came to a stop and she climbed down, ready to do as he bid her to. The cart was driven to near the stalls, the horses put away and fed, and the servants were all shown their residences for their stay. There were two large rooms for the servants, one for each gender. Along the walls of both were several beds and appropriate dressers and stands, allowing each to have their own belongings stored away. With Windel finished giving the basics, he told them to meet in the servants dining room in a few minutes to eat then they were to head to bed and be ready for the morning. Alice had finished preparing a simple meal with the help of a young woman of about 15 years. Alice found herself becoming friends quickly with this girl, who stated her name was Susan Teller, and the two were quick to share their histories. It made Alice feel wonderful to find someone to talk to at the estate again. She recalled growing distant with everyone after Windel disappeared years ago and the servants at the Patterson farm were never quite as friendly as they could be. Here she found someone that made her feel happy and comfortable to gossip with. As Windel entered the kitchen, Alice instantly found herself embarrassed. The dinner was nearly ready, but felt she could have been quicker. She also found herself recalling his words and wanting to watch the friendship she was building. It made her wonder how Windel handled the matter. He was not friendly with her like she was with Susan. He had no one else to talk to and it was a mystery to her as to what secrets he would be surely carrying and would never mention to her. Theyre ready for you. Make me a plate as well, Alice. Ill be in my study. Alice nodded toward him and he was already leaving before she had a chance to show her acknowledgment. As cold as the gesture seemed, there was a sense of worry in her now. He was distant because he had no one. She was sure of it and wanted to be that person he needed. She felt herself take up a resolve to do just that as the two women worked to get everyone else fed. Alice found Windel in his study, a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He was sat down at his desk, papers spread out over the surface and a quill in hand, marking here and there on the sheets. Master, she said, walking closer and looking for a spot to place the food, Ive brought your dinner. Without looking up from his work, Windel pushed some papers to the side, forming a sloppy pile in the corner and motioned to the open spot. Alice set the items down as Windel continued his work. She was unable to see the writing clearly from where she was standing, having never learned to read well enough to do so upside down, but they all looked important. Is there anything else I can do for you? Windel stopped his writing and looked up a little dazed looking. Is there He seemed almost lost by her statement for a moment, then his eyes snapped wider and then calmed again. Oh, no. Just make sure everyone else gets to their rooms and then come to mine. Make yourself comfortable. I wont be long. Alice nodded and made her way downstairs again, anxious to eat herself. She had made her own plate, but left it in the kitchen. She found herself eating alone there, not wanting to join the rest of the servants. Something felt wrong about the idea. She was above them, just like he said, but she was below him. Effectively she felt alone and she also felt she had violated her position by socializing so openly with Susan. It was tempting to state that she would not do that any longer, but it would be a lie. There was no way for her to simply push away that desire. She needed someone to talk to and now that she had a taste of it again, itd be hard to wean her from it again. A few minutes later she was placing the plate beside the sink and heading to the servants dining area. Most of the new faces were still at the table, chatting away with their plates emptied. Alice spotted Susan looking at her and she motioned her over. When the girl came close, Alice told her to get the dishes together and bring them into the kitchen. She also motioned another woman to come and told her to wash them. They both agreed to their duties quickly and without question. Alice felt herself excited about what she had done, noting how there was no resistance to her words and that she felt she had control over them. The taste of power felt odd to carry, but she enjoyed it, even though it was hard to get comfortable with. She allowed the rest of them to remain in the room until the dishes were washed and then she moved toward one end of the table. I know youre all excited to be here. A small chuckle came from one of the men at the comment and it made her smile beyond how she wanted to come across. But its time for bed. Master Soler Alice felt herself hesitate a moment, worried that she shouldnt be calling him master at this point, but figured it was the best title and if it was an issue, she could write it off as giving a name for them to take. Master Soler expects everyone to be ready to work tomorrow morning. So get some rest. There was light muttering made, but everyone got up and made their way to their separate rooms, chatting amongst one another warmly as they did so. Alice was feeling wonderful about how well they were taking to be instructed from her. She was starting to wonder why those in charge complained about how hard it was at times, but she quickly found herself recalling how many arguments could be expected from a crowd. It made her worried to think she would have to handle someone who was mad, especially mad at her, and to consider taking charge or facing problems from it. With the dining hall now cleared except for her, Alice headed back upstairs. She passed by the study, tempted to peek in, but the door was closed and she didnt want to disturb Windel with the sound. Instead she did as she was instructed, walking straight to his chambers. He had told her to get comfortable and knew what he meant by it. She carefully removed her dress, putting it away and noting that it would need to be washed before Sunday, starting to work on her petticoats and corset. It wasnt long before she was in just her chemise and with a mild hesitation she removed it and let it fall to the floor on the far side of his bed. She found herself wanting to bathe before he came in, but felt it would be too long. Instead she opted to taking a cloth, dipping it in a bucket of water that was now room temperature from sitting all day, and started to rub it across her skin where she felt it would be the most benefit. The cool water made her hesitate with each stroke, and her nipples responded to the open air and cold touch. She could feel goose bumps across her whole body and beyond the discomfort of being cold she welcomed the feeling of exposure. A guilty desire to be caught cleaning herself by Windel brought a warmth between her legs and to her face, but she wouldnt dare do such a thing on purpose. Feeling refreshed, she set the cloth on the counter and slipped under the sheets. Once again she was keenly aware of how comfortable the bed was and how wonderful his sheets felt against her bare skin. She smiled as she worked to cuddle up into the pillow and warm herself up in the cool sheets. It was still too warm to put on heavier covers, but it was just mild enough to make her shiver slightly while she shifted about to warm herself. Windel soon came in, his eyes quickly landing on the sight of Alice curled up in his bed. He held back a smile as he moved to beside the bed and sat on the edge, removing his boots. As he did so, Alice rolled over and found his back to her. She looked the sight of him now, his coat having been removed and left on his chair in the study, leaving him still dressed in his vest, shirt, and slacks. As he leaned forward to undo his boots, her hand came up and touched his back gently. She was finding herself anxious for his touch. She watched as Windel continued to remove his boots, socks, and then began working on unbuttoning his vest. Her hand continued to rub along his back, much less gingerly than before. She was making it obvious of what she was doing and he made no motion to deny her. As his vest came undone, she slid herself out of the sheets and to kneeling behind him on the bed, helping to pull the vest off of him. He paused and moved his arms to allow her the help and the worked on his buttons. Feeling emboldened by his acceptance, she slid her hands around him, trying to work on his buttons as well. She had never noticed that the buttons on his shirt were opposite of her own clothing and she was having trouble helping because of it. After only two buttons undone, he was nearly done with the rest and instead she let her hands slide up to his chest, her own body moving to press against his back. She slid her fingers under the shirts material, feeling his chest and the light field of hair there with her fingers and palms. Windel soon had the buttons all undone and Alice volunteered to grab his shirt and pull it off. He stopped her, and she hesitated, worried that her advancements were too much, but it was clear he was undoing the cuffs. Once done, he spread his arms out slightly and she took the hint to continue, wordlessly pulling his long sleeve shirt off. Now with him half nude, she found herself against his back again, her breath catching in her throat at the anxious hunger she had for him. She found herself pressing her breasts against his back, the feeling of his warm skin against her own, his firm muscles and shoulder blades arousing her nipples to attention far more than the cool sheets had. They ached mildly, anxious for so much more attention, but he her only recourse was to press herself harder against him. Her hands were at his sides, lightly tugging at him. She hesitated a moment as Windel sat there. She felt her heart pounding as she reached to his belt. She awkwardly pulled it over, unhooked it, and slid the length from the clasp. He wasnt rejecting her actions and she was becoming more and more anxious. She found herself amazed as she then reached down to his pants and undid the buttons before she slid her hand inside and found his already erect manhood. In her mind, she imaged what it looked like, desperate to feel it and see it now. She found herself leaning down on him, her breasts pressed into his lower back as she snaked her fingers into his pants and wrapped around his member. The angle made it awkward for her to experience him, but she wasnt about to stop now because of that. Windel, however, was not as satisfied about the matter and gently pressed her away, standing up to remove his pants and then turning around for her to have a clear sight, and clear reach, of his cock. His rod stood at attention toward her, pointing directly at her face and she took it as an invitation to reach other and stroke him lightly. The touch was inexperienced and too light for Windels taste, but he felt shed learn what to do soon enough, letting her do as she pleased for now. It wasnt long before she had one hand wrapped around his member, the other sliding along his stomach and then down to his testicles, gently running her finger tips along every surface she could. She was fascinated at the feeling and the sight of him. She didnt recall much about her first partner any more, but she was convinced that his manhood wasnt as nice as Windels. With that idea in mind, she found herself with the idea of sucking on his cock and her face turned red. With Windel not making any movement away from her, she felt she was given a chance to do as she liked and the curiosity of tasting him was overcoming her. She had never had a penis in her mouth and it was exciting to finally try it. She looked up toward Windel who was watching her and then, smiling to herself for a moment she moved her head forward and slid the tip into her mouth. The salty, pungent flavor of him instantly invaded her tongue and she found it very arousing. She had enjoyed the way he smelled on the multiple times shed been able to get close to him, but now that she could taste his member, it made her anxiously work to lick at his tip, then slide it out and lick all along the bottom of his length. She felt that she looked like a woman possessed as she did so, but she wasnt in the mood for caring how she looked. Her desires were burning inside her and the taste he gave off was making her desperate for him. The light scent there was also grasping at her desires, bringing her to hungrily slide him back into her mouth and suck on him further. As she started to bring more of him into her mouth, he could hear Windel give a throaty, deep moan. It was low and quiet, but unmistakable. She knew it was out of pleasure and it made her deeply happy. She was doing something that he thoroughly enjoyed and she was thrilled by the experience. There was nothing to be unhappy about, taking more and more of his length into her mouth. She scarcely noticed her own moans as she worked on him, unknowingly allowing him the pleasure of the slight vibrations from her mouth. She was happy until she felt his tip touch the back of her throat and she felt herself gag in reflex. She pulled back, surprised and annoyed at her own self for it. It made her unhappy to have such a result where she couldnt take his whole manhood into her mouth, but she accepted it quickly, moving back to licking at the tip. Windel was happy with how well she adapted to the actions, although he was becoming more interested in getting pure pleasure than for her to demonstrate her eagerness to please him. The light licks, the gentle sucking, and the scarce touch of her lips with the ever present feeling of her teeth brushing against him were doing little to physically pleasure him. Dont use your teeth, he said, watching her look up hesitantly and instantly feeling her shift her lips to compensate. Suck harder, he commanded and she obliged, at first hesitant about doing things wrong, but she was quick to do as she was told. It was starting to feel better, but she was quickly becoming hesitant. He felt the brush of her teeth again and knew she must already be getting tired. Hed been with enough women to know the signs. Alice felt Windel slide his fingers into her hair, the pleasant sensation of her hair shifting about flowing over her scalp. At the same time, she felt a hint of worry and it was for good reason as he grasped her hair and carefully pulled her head back. As her lips separated from his cock, a thin streak of saliva connecting the two for a moment, she felt like she had done something wrong and averted her eyes, waiting to be punished. She was too bold with her actions, she realized. He was going to hit her. The strike never came. Instead she felt his other hand press against her side. She looked up and noticed he was trying to have her move over. She obliged and then she felt his hands work to position her. First he turned her around. Then she was pushed forward. Then he lifted her hips up so she had her butt in the air toward him. She found herself resting her head downward on the bed, slightly uncomfortable and then felt his hands grasp either side of her hips. The bed shifted behind her and she felt his legs touch her own, which were already parted. Another moment and she felt something brush her ass, then her pussy. A loud crack then a slight sting came from her bottom and she cried out, finding herself deeply aroused by the action. Another stinging crack against her other cheek and then she felt his fingers slide into her slit, her fluids giving him ample ease of access. As he pressed two fingers into her, she gave a high pitch moan and felt a single streak of her juices slide down her inner thigh. Even if she were to cry out that she didnt want this, her body told a completely different story. His fingers thrust into her a few times, making her gasp for air each time and give out a moan that she couldnt stifle. She found herself pressing her mouth to the bed, trying to keep quiet, but it did little to help. She quickly reached over to a pillow and slid it under her head before he was moaning into it at each movement. She found it easy to breath and comfortable with the pillow there, making her happy that she moved it. His fingers retreated from her and she felt herself concerned again. A moment of worry that moving the pillow was an issue took over her and just as she raised her head up and looked over her shoulder back at him, the flow of her hair now collected over one shoulder, she felt his cock press against her entrance and it slipped right in. She was amazed at how little her body resisted him, making her stretch her long untouched walls for him. There was a mild sting felt with the stretching, but the amount of pleasure easily overtook the pain. She felt him pull out slightly, then press back in, both movements leading her to express another desire filled moan. He went a little further in, then back out. Then in again, this time she felt the touch of his lower abdomen against her ass and the associated pleasure of the contact added with their already sensual bonding. He moved out again, and once more into her, this time she felt him grip her hips tightly and pull hard, thrusting deeply. It went further than she could have imagined anything going inside of her and a discomfort took over the pleasure, making her unhappy for a moment that he pushed so hard. As the moment passed, she felt him slide out, and then started to rhythmically thrust in and out of her. Moan after stifled moan escaped her lips, her eyes firmly closed as she concentrated on her pleasure, knowing that men found their own whether she enjoyed herself or not. To her surprise, she could feel a wave of pleasure building up inside her abdomen and it seemed to make her feel more and more sensitive to his movements. It felt as if each thrust was adding an extra layer of passion inside her gut and before long she felt it ready to burst. Under his relentless force, she felt that explosion arrive, her pussy contracting slightly and starting to throb as the pleasure that was harbored in her lower stomach now gushed out of her, sending waves of pleasure and chills all across her body. She felt him continuing to thrust in and out of her, each time making her body cry out in desperation and her own vocal cords did the same, screaming into the pillow with blind desperation and ecstasy. It was a feeling she had never experienced. Of the few times shed ever had sex, nothing had been this dramatic for her. She had been given his manhood and in return she unleashed her built up hunger for him. She could feel that she was much wetter than before now and it was becoming a little difficult to feel him between the slick fluids. Still, there was no mistaking how good it felt to have him in and out of her. His motions were picking up speed now and she felt a hand slide into her hair again and grasp at her roots, pulling her head up. She obliged the motion, bringing herself up onto her hands and rearing her head back. She felt incredibly exposed and used now, which made her feel all the more turned on. Drawing in deep breaths between her moans, she could feel his other hand grasping her waist and he started to pound into her much harder. The pleasure never stopped for her, instead it subsided slightly after her waves of pleasure, but again it was building up and this time it felt a little different. He was thrusting into her differently now and it was stimulating her in a new fashion. She wasnt sure where this new stimulation was, but it was definitely somewhere inside her that she wasnt feeling a moment ago. With this new sensation, she was getting closer and closer to another release. A few seconds later and she was feeling her whole body seize up from the force of her orgasm, everything felt like it was clenching and then it felt like her vagina was grasping, then loosening, then grasping again. The spasms of pleasure paralyzed her in her position and made her body jerk about against Windels movements. She found herself unable to keep control as the sensation made her light headed. He never stopped his movements and she wouldnt let him if he did. Her fingers dug into the sheets, grasping desperately at them as another scream came out. As the pleasure started to slip away again, she felt him pull her down onto her side, then roll her on her back. She was scarcely aware of the world around her as she rolled her head back, letting pleasure do as it pleased with her. As well as letting Windel continue to have his way with her. As it were, the pleasure was deeply mutual, at least assuming he was enjoying it all. She let her eyes close and raised her chin up, feeling sexy as she felt herself expose as much of herself to Windel as she could. The sensation of his touch and sex was one thing, but knowing he was looking her over with just as much interest to fuck her as she was to opening herself for him made her fly over the edge. He was still inside her, thrusting away. She felt the sudden touch of his warm breath then his mouth over her left breast, sucking in her nipple and gently grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. As fearful as she was that it would hurt or hed bite, it ended up feeling incredible and she instinctively grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her chest. He did as she motioned, making her body jerk with each thrust he continued to give her. It wasnt long before he pulled his head away and he gave his own deep moan. Alice opened her eyes in time to watch him pull out of her and watch his seed shoot from the end of his manhood. She was amazed as the first streak flew past her face into her hair, then another found its way onto her neck. Another and another landed on her, seeming to leave a path toward him Her chest, stomach, and across her hip and thigh. Each shot that landed on her made her feel happier with herself, knowing that she had done that. That every blast he gave was for her, because of her, demonstrating his desire for her. A moment later and he was moving away to stand up and head toward the bathroom. She laid there, bathed in his pleasure and warm from her own release. She could feel her face was flush and her heart was desperate to catch up to her bodys demands. She was taking deep breaths, trying to regain her composure, but happiness and satisfaction allowed her to lay there for some time, basking in the experience. As Windel came back in, she looked toward him and found herself back in reality. She needed to clean herself up. He was looking at her as he came back, a grin on his lips. She couldnt tell if he liked the sight of her or not as she was, but she felt it proper to get up. She cautiously moved to the edge of the bed under his watchful eye and got up, careful to prevent anything dripping on the floor. She made her way to the bathroom, finding the cloth she had used earlier and wiping her body off with it. The idea of his seed all across her made her feel marked, loved, wanted. She wanted to keep it on her body, thinking about how he had released upon her. Now, however, she knew it was a little silly and quickly cleaned off the remnants. She shyly allowed herself to wipe a little from her chest and touch it to her lips, tasting the deeply salty fluid. It was a taste that she enjoyed. Shed happily taste him again, she concluded. Now wiped clean, she set the cloth down again and headed back to the bed. She found Windel already lying down, asleep. She quietly took her place beside him and watched his face for a few moments. He looked terribly peaceful. She imagined that much of his ease was her doing. In that, it made her want to pleasure him further, but it was his decision when that would happen again. It made her anxious as she laid her head down and closed her eyes. She wanted to serve him. Even if it was doing something that wasnt in her paperwork that she had agreed to.