A Master's Dilemma
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Khul Waters
Word Count :13500
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-115-3
Lars was a Master of many slaves, yet he felt the power of his attraction to one girl, katriana. Unwilling to fall in love with a slave, he sought a way to end this unacceptable state and yet keep the woman who meant so much to him.
The aromas of the morning meal dragged his awareness back to the needs of his body. The sharp, thick smell of coffee called to him. He resisted it for now as he became aware of sounds closer to him.
Through the open door he could hear the heavy breathing of his favorite slave, Katriana, as she exercised in keeping with his instructions in the small room alongside his bedroom. He placed his writing tools down next to the documents and allowed his senses to be there with her. He smiled contentedly as he heard her strained groans. He had purchased her through an agent he kept in the great city of Amlax three hundred leagues to the southeast. She was part of a bulk purchase of untrained girls who, no doubt, had been dragged screaming from their homes by heavily armed slavers. Most of the other slaves bought from the same sale had been trained then given away to friends or sold on to business connections but Katriana was still here with him after three years. For Lars, who prided himself on his strictness towards his slave girls, this was unusual. Unnamed, she had arrived confused and protesting her new situation but the two tastes of the lash he has ordered given to her had shown to her the wisdom of learning quickly the limits of her altered state. Now, she was a valuable and valued slave.
The girl was a personal aberration, Lars decided. He was … he sought hard for the right words… attached to her! He grimaced at the understatement he had just told himself. He felt vaguely unsettled as he considered the change in himself. He had not become one of the most respected merchants in Tassla by being 'attached' to his slaves. Yet, the truth lay there taunting him. Katriana was no more beautiful than a hundred other slaves he had owned. Yet he felt her difference in the slow fire building up inside his body! Just hearing the sounds of her measured panting from her exertions to avoid his displeasure aroused him in sharp jagged spikes.
The sounds of Katriana finishing her exercises brought his mind back from his introspection. He tapped lightly twice on the table. He heard the girl's immediate response in the sweet jingling of the anklet bells he had had forged by one of the finest silversmiths in his city. He preferred the more restrained beauty of silver to the gaudy yellow gold favored by many of his customers. It pleased him to adorn his most prized possession with this beautiful metal and the tinkling of the bells allowed him to measure her progress and her location.
He did not look up as she entered, but the soft tinkling revealed her rapid movements across the intricately patterned floor. Then he heard the sharper clanging of bells against the tiles as she settled to the left of him and a little behind. He did not have to glance up to know she waited there; legs folded under her, knees apart, head and breasts held out but eyes downcast. He waited for all sounds apart from the soft intake of her breathing to cease.
"Girl, have you completed all your exercises?"
Her quiet voice pulsed with her need to please him, "Yes, Master."
He smiled. He could feel her soft breath, still a little labored, puffing against the back of his naked shoulder. She had pushed herself harder this morning, he noted.
"Bring me coffee! Some goat cheese and duck eggs. And some chilled melon slices," he stated flatly.
He heard the tinkling of the tiny bells telling him that she had risen, then added as an afterthought, "But first, come stand in front of me! I want to judge your condition."
"Yes, Master," she murmured.