He was gone when she woke. Sir was very rarely there when the next day dawned but a part of her always hoped. They were never there. Her mates. They might stay the night, sleep with her curled against their bodies but they never stayed to great the sun with her.
Some day.
Nika rolled to her side and looked out the window before stretching and leaving her bed. On her way to the bath she noticed a note on her dresser,
11:30 be ready, Marcus will be retrieving you, He will be waiting...
He? Who could Sir have meant? The clock above her bed showed she was late in her morning's schedule. Quickly showering and dressing she found herself lost in thoughts. Half way dressed she realized that her thoughts were different from what she used to be lost in. No more did she question why she was there, or at lest not allowed. No more did she wonder about her past, her friends, her family. Now she just wondered what her life here was going to mean.
At exactly 11:30am Marcus tapped on her door and entered. He found Nika sitting on her couch reading a book. She stood and he looked over her. The deep royal blue dress in her loose roman style was the perfect color to show off the contrasting red in her hair. Having left her hair to hang loose, even Marcus was pleased to see in her time in the compound her hair had lengthened to just past her shoulders.
Nika was, if only to her self, proud of what the transformation she had obtained in her time here. She was slimmer, happier, and she had been told by Micheal and Sir that her smile even reached her eyes occasionally.
Marcus motioned for her to follow, and she fell in step at his heels. He lead her down and out to the main hall. The sun was high in sky, several girls were entertaining guests in the gardens and she smiled as a tropical bright colored bird swept up to the heavens.
Entering the main hall she was surprised when Marcus stepped into the Master's private elevator. Her eyes widened and she silently prayed that she'd be able to stay calm. As fitting for the Master, no music played in the elevator and Nika tried desperately to go over all of her training before the doors silently slid open.
Stepping out she found her self in a large room that could hold her entire suite. Along the rightwere floor to ceiling windows showing off the front entry of the compound, far into the distance the iron gates. The furniture of the room, a grouping of two couches and several chairs surrounding a solid glass coffee table stood just to the right of the doors, farther back was the Master's giant dark wooden desk.
The Master was no where to be seen. Marcus lead her forward to a sizable slave cushion to the side of the desk, and Nika sank slowly to it, curling her legs under and to the left, her hands resting in her lap. Eyes on her knees she heard the elevator doors slide open and close as Marcus left her to wait.
Several heart beats later the large doors left of the elevator, now on her right, opened and her Master stepped out. She didnt look up. Kept her eyes on her knees and focused on not clenching her hands in fear.
The thought startled Nika so completely she didn't realize he had sat behind his desk until she felt his hand on the back of her neck. She shivered. What did she have to be afraid of, this was her Master.
That was the last touch she felt for some time. The Master worked behind the desk on papers and files for roughly thirty minutes before his phone rang. His deep British accent curled around her, "Good, send them up."
His hand curled up her neck as he fingers became lost in her hair, he pulled her head back gently and kissed her forehead as he whispered across her skin, "Be a good girl Nika"
Her eyes had lowered so as not to make eye contact when had tipped her head back, they closed at the sound of his voice. Nika nodded her head gently in his hands as he stood when the elevator doors opened.
Nika looked up just enough to see that it was a male and female entering. Both in their late forties, dressed elegantly, he had a sparkle of humor in his eye and she looked down at the world over her very straight nose.
Her Master greeted them and they talked of nothing, all the while Nika kept to her cushion as she was not called to move. After a bit they spoke of the compound and what it offered to guests. Ahhh she thought to herself, fresh meat she giggled silently to herself, no one would have noticed and even though she wasnt looking she knew, instinctively that her Master had.
After much laughter and handshaking finally the couple left and her Master returned his chair behind his desk. He ruffled some papers but Nika could hear the distraction in his movements. He stood abruptly and rounded the desk to sit in a sold leather covered chair. He tapped his knee and dropped a near by pillow from the couch on the floor between his feet.
Nika stood quickly and sank to the pillow, resting her cheek on his knee. She closed her eyes and savored the contact.
"My Nika," His voice began, "What has you lost in thoughts so deep that you keep me distracted from my work?" When she didnt answer, he gripped her by the back the hair on the back of her head and twisted her around, gently but firmly, "Tell me, what do you ponder in that intelligent head of yours? Your focus should be on me, not on day dreams"
