Thread: Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

Such a shame , she thinks as he covers up his body behind boxers and pants. The dress she wore lay to the side, wrinkled and having seen better days. Since he hadn't told her to she doesn't put it back on and instead tucks it under her arm as he begins walking away. Eliza took note of where the kitchens lay and cautiously walked behind her Master. If anything it too was as lavish as the rest of the house, she stood awestruck by the places they passed, certain she was dreaming. As he moved within the dining area she fumbled for thoughts, oh my this was huge. Hearing his order she smiled and turned to the men waiting for her words. She was starving but took it as another test. Having trained where she did she was simply fed scraps by the masters hand. I was not trained to eat this way... what would you have me eat Sir? Her question fell to no one as he had moved away, out of ear shot. Sighing she ordered a small portion of salmon and steamed veggies with rice and ambled off after him. Folding herself into the opposite side of the booth, her wet ass cheeks clung to the upholstery and squealed as she moved. Embarrassed, she surpassed his gaze and let it drift out to the beach and ocean beyond. He talked about her piercing as though she'd had a choice in all of it. It wasn't the case, though she had grown fond of the bell. Nodding she gazed at him, her hair was pulled over one shoulder and she smiled fondly at him. Her fingers smoothed along her arms, they were a bit chilly being bare but she didn't do it knowingly. She felt self-conscious under his gaze, but she adored looking upon him. His handsome face topped with those devilish blue eyes and that cocky grin. She smiled back at him, she hoped to stay firmly implanted in his good graces. Watching his hand open and a small pill wiggle in the center, she felt sadness envelope her slowly. The first thought of being with child scared her, but now it was being taken from her. Biting her lip she took the pill and rested it on her napkin, to be taken when her water came. Not being given the option of what was best for her body stung, it was a choice she had taken from her when she entered the system. A child wouldn't be such a bad thing, and a child of he Master's would earn respect and cement her as a favorite. She let her thought float out on the breeze to the ocean as he fell quiet and she let her mind drift again. It wasn't as if she even wanted a child, she simply wanted his approval, his adoration and love. Love? Yes, love. It was within each human to be accepted and loved. Eliza simply wanted Leyland to love her. Her head turned up at a soft shuffling of feet, their food was arriving. Her food was in a bowl, fluffy rice on the bottom, steamed veggies on top of that and the salmon filet nestled on top. Sauce in a little dish to the side was placed next to her glasses. She filled her glass with water, took the pill, then started in on her food. She watched him eat, it was a beautiful thing to watch expressions bloom on his facade. They each caused her to smile. Dipping her fork into the bowl she soon understood his enjoyment and her sounds of soft delight joined his. Pouring the sauce over the items made it even more delicious and soon her sadness of the pill was lost. Never had she ate so well, though if she wanted to go over things, it wasn't as though she'd been fucked that well before either. She paused and blushed, watching him sip his wine. She lifted her glass of water up and drank, having not been one to drink wine. It wasn't presented to her as an option and she honestly wasn't sure if she would enjoy it. Licking her lips free of the delicate food she sighed and sat back to rub her full belly after only a few bites. It seemed even the smallest portion was too large. Instead of letting it go to waste she sat and relaxed, allowing her body to adjust and digest, perhaps after a bit she could eat more. uncertain of the protocol she ate in silence across from him, though watching him was divine she knew this was only a moment, not every meal would be like this and soon she'd be on her own or need to make friends with the others. Though she understood they were competition as well, all competing for the affection and attention of the Master. The undercurrent of infatuation graced their meal and made it all seem to good to be true for the young slave, she really wished things were always like this.