Chapter One
She had belonged to him for as long as she chose to remember. He was her world, and she would always be his. His name was Anthony. In her eyes, he was walking perfection. Everything that she could have asked for in the form of a human being. Anthony took care of her in ways no one had. She proved her gratitude every day, however he wanted to take it. In other's eyes, Anthony took advantage of her. But, in reality, she took advantage of him. He gave her everything she needed. She was in love with the way he tossed her around like a rag doll. She felt out of place when he asked her for things, instead of demanding them. And she loved to take his orders. She was Heidi. The name Heidi means "the gift of the sun," and she, in fact, was his sun. This morning, he woke up, seeing her lying in his arms, as she always did. As he rustled under the blankets, his body turning, and his strong arms surrounding her tiny form in a cage of protection. Her eyes fluttered, and opened wide.
"Good morning, Master." She breathed against his neck, giving him her usual first greeting kiss. He smiled, and squeezed her tightly. This day was, as usual, off to a magnificent start. Last night, as she did most nights, she slept with only her master's choice of clothing. Last night, it just so happened that he asked her to sleep with nothing but the blankets, and his body surrounding her. For a short moment, his eyes glanced over her curvy and delicate frame as she lay under the blankets. He sighed, and his hands began to wander, as he spoke so delicately to her.
"Good morning, my princess." As his words rolled from his tongue, she admired his dreamy, liquid-like voice. He, being the man he was, couldn't keep his hands away from her. As they laid there, she wouldn't move closer without his invitation, and he pulled her close. She instantly clung to him, her hands slipping easily around his neck. She kissed him lightly, her fine mouth brushing his skin wherever it could reach. She needed to feel his hands, his skin, every part of him all at once. The moment her eyes opened, she craved him. The sight of his magnificent form in front of her seemed to be enough to drive her wild. He lie there, serving no reactions, knowing it would drive her wild. While the feel of her lips drove him to near insanity he held his need to have her right then back. He loved to tease her, and she loved the teasing.
"You're quiet again, this morning." She spoke softly between kisses. She wondered if he was doing this now as a new game. Experimenting as to how far she would go without him reacting until he couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'm quiet every morning, love. It's early." He chuckled as she pressed against him more, her bare breasts touching his chest. It took so much energy from him not to ravage her. Yet he kept his control, simply turning onto his back, letting her follow him. And of course, she would adjust to fit his position. She rolled over him, her legs entwined with his, and her body propped gently against his torso. She looked down at him, her lovely golden blonde locks falling around their faces, and her lips hovering just above his, and the only thing he could see was her face. But what he felt only tuned him into her more than having those piercing silver-grey eyes boring into his own green ones.
"I don't like it when you're quiet..." she paused, but only briefly, and continued quickly, "I much prefer it when you tell me what you want." She smiled shyly at him.
He answered with a chuckle, and the tempting words, "You've been mine long enough to know exactly what I want, princess." And he kissed her, but only momentarily before giving her his version of the cold shoulder once more.
She looked at him, astonished. As his lips graced hers, she felt her face go warm. She did know what he wanted. But, she would never dare act on his thoughts without an order. He knew that. He was pushing her. She was lost, and didn't know what to do, pulled away from him, unable to let out her frustration. She sat on the edge of the bed, her unclothed body finally revealed to him this morning. As the morning light hit her skin, and he saw the look of embarrassment and frustration on her face, and his typical demeanor towards her began to shine.
He swiftly grabbed her wrist, and spun her around to face him. When he spoke, his voice was low and gruff, and his eyes were suddenly harsh and demanding, compared to his adoring tone from moments ago.
"Did I say you could get out of bed, yet?" He asked. To her relief, she recognized his actions. She then knew exactly how to react.
She felt his fingertips against her skin. A surge of temptation ran through her body, and instantly she turned to him. "No, Master. I apologize." She knew not to say "I'm sorry," as Master always said, "No one wants a sorry slave." Even her presence changed. She suddenly seemed lower, as if she were bowing to him, yet she sat straight and tall.
