shuhaige
Chapter 9
He stood before her like a predator who had gotten his prey right where he wanted… He could perceive the sweet smell of the soap she used… She could barely stand still due to how close they were, anxiousness and fear were slowly consuming her. She licks her lips and gulps her saliva…
That one move of hers didn’t go unnoticed, his gray eyes sparkled with interest. She could feel his finger trailing down her cheeks to her chin, then to her neck… She shut her eyes at the feel of his hands going down to her collarbone. At a fast pace, her chest rises and falls… His hot and heavy breath hits her face, unconsciously, she squeezes on her towel… He pushes on her hands, making way for him to have easy access to her soft breasts. She gasps at the feel of his hands cupping her breast, milking on it…This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
“It wasn’t intentional… I-I” she whimpers in pain. thinking it was her punishment, she still struggles to explain herself…
“I-I was…”…”Ahh” He squeezed her nipple hard, causing her to cry out in pain… Only then did she understand that he didn’t want her to say a word…
His hands were playing tags on her breast. She bites on her lips to stop herself from moaning… Her towel was now lying on the floor…
“let go of your lips” his deep husky voice vibrates with so much authority, displeased at her action… She releases her lips only to bite on it again…
“How stubborn are you?” he kisses her, preying her teeth off her lips. She releases her lips and that gives him the upper hand. He bites her lips hard. Her eyes snap open as she cries in pain, staring at him in disbelief… but it didn’t last. He licks on it, sending a soothing sensation through her body. His hands never stop kneading on her breast…
“there won’t be any pity next time” he murmurs in-between their lips, warningly… His hand travels down to her delicate flower region, causing her to close her legs out of reflex…
” M-master y-you said today is my off day… t-that I can go…” She struggles. His fingers rub on her wet pussy, silently asking her to open up but she didn’t, she couldn’t…
In anger, he pulls his hand out of her delicate flower region, as she cries out in pain, falling to the ground. There was no sign of pity or concern on his face as he stared down at her, without a word, he walked out of the room with a clenched jaw and closed the door with a tug… Tears welled up in her eyes, as she stared down at her injured thigh. It was red as a tomato… how was she to walk when she was in such a state? She weeps in pain, feeling broken. It’s not like she loves him or anything but him treating her with such roughness, no gentleness, hurts a lot… With difficulty, she walks to the bath to rinse off her body…
The light from the morning sun shines on her face. She frowned in displeasure and turned to the other direction… even if it was dawn, the pieces of cotton were down making it impossible for light to enter her room… she swept herself from the bed and her sleeping eyes met with him, staring back at her…
“Good morning, Master” she greets rubbing her eyes. He didn’t bother answering her greetings. In one swift move, he picks her up in his arms heading out… Smiles were stunned and out of fear, she clasps her hands around him, not wanting to fall… Why is he suddenly acting all nice to me? or is it his way of saying sorry? she thought inwardly, staring at his face. He had bristly eyebrows, in perfect shape. His hawkish nose was a perfect match to his concrete jaws, making him look so breathtaking, Mark was no match for him… how can one person be this handsome yet heartless? She shakes her head at her thoughts…
“Even if you are the most beautiful person on earth, that still doesn’t change the fact that you are heartless… I can never fall for someone like you” she assured herself silently and moved her gaze away from his face…
“My legs are fine, Master… I can walk,” she said but her voice barely came out as a whisper. He kept on moving, behaving as if he didn’t hear her… His silence only means one thing, that he won’t give in to her demands…
In a blink of an eye, they were in the large dining room. She struggled to get down but his strong muscular arms held her in a firm position…
“you are allowed to do or say anything only when I ask you to” He spoke for the first time since she woke up from the bed, startling her with his deep voice…
“seems like I will never get used to his voice,” she thought inwardly, rolling her eyes…
He carefully places her on her seat, taking his seat at the center… the dining was silent, with only the sound of plates and spoons clashing against each other…
Smiles head and attention were on her plate, as she struggled to finish the food before her… somehow, she found it difficult to eat before him. It’s like her appetite always runs away when it sees him or maybe it’s the other way around…
He stood up from his seat and walked out of the room…
“what about me master?” her tiny voice rings halting him from moving any further… He stares at her questioningly…
“I mean, what’s there for me to do… while you are away” she explains. rubbing her legs together…
“save yourself and energy for later, ’cause you won’t get a chance to take a break” his tone was firm and decisive. She stares at the now empty stairs, there is nothing she can do… her life now is a very big contrast from what it was. What she does, how she does it, what she eats, and what she doesn’t is determined by another… living under rules, there was no big difference between her and a real slave… A bitter smile forms on her lips, as she wipes on her teary eyes… Looking down at her food, she digs in it, if she can’t do anything, at least, eat the delicious before her while she silently hopes for a change of heart… but the one question she keeps asking herself is, will her life ever be the same?…