I watch the guest pool out of the house. They're clueless. They don't realize I'm tucked away, just barely hidden from their sight. Cars pull out one by one till only three or four are left. Not much longer. I move to crouch by a large window. They can't see me; too busy with the remaining guest. She walks into the room with Jacob close by. Mine.
Her dress swishes around her showing off her long toned legs, so beautiful.
"Looks like the night sky..." she had whispered to me unintentionally. So clueless, she doesn't know. I've watched her toss in her bed looking for me, but I'm much too clever to be caught.
She kneels on the floor beside him— smiling. I can picture him handing him over to me, sparing his life. He's so selfish. She's mine.
His hands move against her hair. I feel it likes it's me touching her. I imagine I'm going to be the one to peel the dress off her warm body. I walk around the house and climb up the ladder I positioned under her window, so clueless. I wiggle through her window easily. I hear soft murmurs downstairs, and I slowly walk over to a large dresser pulling it open quietly. Her panties are neatly laid out in the drawer. I pluck out a pair putting it in my pocket. That's not enough though. I turn to what I assume to be a dirty clothes hamper and pull out a pair of lacey white panties. They smell like her. I inhale her scent, and pull out my semi hard cock. I wrap it in the panties and begin stroking myself. I sprawl out on her bed, twisting and turning in the soft fabric.
I hear her laugh downstairs— so close. She sounds like tinkling bells; I cum in her panties with a slight grunt. I place the panties in the open drawer, and climb out her window.
Soon, so very soon I'll have her back.
. . . . .
I lean my head against Jacob's leg. Even after my nap I'm still quite tired. He strokes my hair soothing my scattered brain.
"Fetch me another glass of wine, Pet." Master John says to his sub. She smiles, clearly happy to tend to him. I'm suddenly very jealous of her. I want Jacob to give me a task, so I can show his friends how good I am.
"Jacob, do tell me, does yours listen?" A man whose name I did not know asked. I look up at him hopefully and he narrows his eyes making me look away.
"She listens fairly well." Jacob answers with a smile. I feel my shoulders relax instantly.
"Mine wouldn't listen if it would save her life." The man says with a sigh. The small woman beside him slumped down with fat tears rolling down her cheeks. I was really glad I wasn't her.
"Sir- I-I... Please!" She sobbed looking up at him. Everyone turned to look at her. Jacob told me before I sat down I was not to speak unless spoken to directly— I was pretty sure she was given the same instructions. The man looked down at her face painted with fury. He reached down, and grabbed her by the collar.
"Did I fucking ask you to speak!?"
I cringed against Jacob's leg startled. He looks down at me reading my face carefully.
"Okay, okay let's call this a night..." He mutters standing up. I kiss his leg and wait for him to say I can join him.
. . . . .
"He was very mad..." I observe once all of his friends were gone. His face was groggy and tired.
"He was wasn't he..." He yawns gesturing for me to go up the stairs. I hold his waist to keep him steady as we climb up the stairway.
"Do you know why he was mad at her? Do you think you'll ever be that mad at me?" I ramble unaware that he has stopped and turned to look at me.
