Blinking sleep from her eyes, Leigh hesitantly creeps into the room after the hasty summoning from her room. Her Master stands against the window, his attention elsewhere as she pauses just inside the door. A small table lays askew, its legs broken in front of the chair nearest the fireplace.
"Don't just stand there slave." He barks, moving into the ring of firelight, his shirt hanging open over his chest, the shirttails dragging against his thighs before throwing himself down in the chair…"Use that for kindling." A brutal kick towards a broken leg laying on the carpet.
Silently the girl does as she is bid, collecting the pieces of the fine furniture, the only sounds in the room, the crackling roar of the fire, and the cracking of wood as she breaks it down into manageable pieces. After feeding the fire some of the wood, it's heat searing, the girl backs away…glancing towards her Master in question.
His eyes gleam blackly in his face, a shadowed plane of angles and curves as the fire lights up his features partially, throwing the rest into dark obscurity. "Well?" he growls, "Don't just sit there, I need a new table."
Confused the slave glances around, looking for another table to move into place for her Master to use.
A muttered oath as he reaches down, dragging her forward and positioning the slave himself, "You slut." Purring as he pushes her around to suit his fancy. Forcing her onto her hands and knees, her long hair sweeping the floor, hiding her face as she stiffens, her back straight. Warm, rough hands tug on her hips, pulling the girl's ass towards her Master, an enticing view as her pussy peeks out between her thighs. Her feet tucked under his chair as she is placed close enough to be used…as a table.
Reaching around, Vilani arranges items on her back to please himself, humming a faint tune as the wine bottle rests between her shoulder blades, his cup a few inches lower. The book he'd been reading, spread open across her ass. Working in silence, shifting forward to read the book intently, absently working on the glass of wine, the man ignores the naked slave underneath.
Willing herself not to breath hardly, Leigh trembles with the fearful need to remain still. Wincing as she feels the wine bottle shift, momentary panic before she realizes it is being lifted up, not falling over. Hearing her Master shift back, the glass taken away from her stilling torment as well. The book folded shut, taken away. "Hmmm, you know how sexy you look pleasure slut, on your hands and knees?" the shifting of movement behind the slave shallows her breath, nervously. The bottle returns, resting this time on the small of her back.
Leaning back, Vilani studies his slave with a dark smile, his eyes gleaming in the firelight as he contemplates. Reaching out with a booted foot, he nudges at her knees, "Wider slut." Enjoying the view as the girl carefully shifts, her back tight with the effort to keep the wine bottle upright. Growling to himself as he studies the picture before him.
The slave, a slender redheaded girl, naked except for the collar that wraps around her throat, the silver rings on it, sparkle like jewels in the firelight. Her skin glowing with pale luminescence as she stays on her hands and knees. Her tits hang heavily from her body, a sway to them as she shifts from time to time, easing the discomfort of her position, bare movement, her back taunt with the stress of keeping the wine bottle still. Her full nipples top off her breasts, a slight tightness to them in the cool air. The slave's ass upturned is a smooth white curve, her puckered asshole peeking between her asscheeks for her Master's pleasure. The smooth pussy trapped between her thighs glistens with her awareness of her position and the sexual display she is on for her Master. No hint below of the fiery lights caught in her hair…her pussy completely shaved at her Master's whim.
Grunting, Vilani kneels suddenly, leaning up against the backs of his slave's thighs, his finger lightly tracing the slick line of her slit, surprising the girl into jumping, the bottle of wine toppling over, spilling down her luscious curves.
"Bad table!" he growls, an open handed smack coming down against her wet pussy and thighs, her skin branded bright pink quickly, another slap catches the layer of wine as it pours down her ass, the liquid helping with the burn as his hand brands her ass with it's print. Rescuing the wine, he inspects it carefully, "Do you deserve to be punished for this slave?" he questions, his hand lightly tracing over her pinked ass…"More, or do you think you've had enough?"
