Morning crested the sun to blanket its golden rays against the eastern facing fortress of Umbra. Already, the night walkers that scouted the area were retiring from their long twelve hour shift. Light poured through the circular stained glass window of the common room, decorated in colors of deep and light purple, blood red, and cobalt blue glass fragments, dancing across the floor and over the throne that was empty of Galea's presence. It was the calmest that the fortress had been in years. The royal members and council were at peace, the guards were vigilant and silent within their duty, and a single prisoner was sleeping deep down within the cold recess of the dungeon.
Galea took an hour of deep meditation to relax his body, and felt rejuvenated upon awakening. The book he pulled from the shelf from earlier last evening had been finished by the light of first dawn, and he withdrew from his suite, walking the halls of the fortress in only his black robes. He wanted to see her this morning.
The keys to the dungeon door unlatched it with a heavy clank, startling awake the only individual that was held in place by those concrete walls and iron doors. Tania lifted her head as she heard faint pattering footfalls drawing slowly down the steps, taking their time in arriving to her dark cell. She sat up, shivering as the fire had died over the course of the evening, returning the chill to the room that made her clench her robe tightly around her.
As the presence loomed in the hall down from her door, she felt tension from her stomach to her throat, deepening the effort that her breath in worry of whom it might be. She was hopeful it was the groomer from last evening coming to pay her a morning visit, but it could also be Master, checking upon his property. Pounding against her ribcage, her heart fluttered with fear and hope of either individual that it may be, and already she couldn't stand the anticipation that leaned her forward in the bed, on the edge as the key was turning in her door.
When Master entered the room, she didn't recognize him by his appearance. It was that warm and invading aura that caressed around her that made her realize it was him. She moaned softly to the feel of heat rushing around her robed body, and a moment later looked upon her owner with fear settling in. The robe covered most of his mass, not being able to determine how strong or fit he was beneath the thick cloth that touched the floor. His head was completely bald, and a goatee was neatly trimmed at his chin, lacking the mustache that normally lined a man's lips, his nose and cheekbones were shaped and controlled by the strong jawline that softly squared his features.
It was his eyes, however, that caught her attention. Eyes that were fierce and radiant in sunlight amber, with fire flickering in the hollows as she stared into them for the first time. There was a strange and growing comfort between them, as though their very cores were already beginning to bond with something as simple as a glance. As he stepped inside and closed the door, he grinned gently to her lack of training to kneel before him when he arrived.
Oh, it was going to be a good day.
"Good morning, pet." He said gently.
"Good morning." She almost forgot. Her eyes widening and her breath pushed out the end to that sentence with her shoulders tensing
. "Master."
"Good girl, you remembered."
The fear had gently dissipated when he had complimented her on remembering to call him Master, and in a delightful voice. It gave her a moment of hope that there might be a tender side to him, but uncertainty still settled in as to what to expect of him. Like a cornered animal, she was on the verge of screaming in terror or lunging at him in defense when he approached the bed. Neither action, she reasoned, would benefit her to carry out.
He lowered down to be level with her on the bed, watching her cower at the memory of what damage he had done to her the day before to see what element ran through her veins. Her pain and fear were savored, devoured by his senses as one knee dipped the mattress beneath his weight and angled her body toward him. Tania drew away from him until her back pressed against the concrete behind her. Both of his hands set on the bed on either side of her, his face leaning in to let his feral gaze pierce her soul, and a subtle grin wickedly amused his lips. Red heat flushed over her cold skin as her heart pounded like a doe being trapped by a hunter, with her face turned so that only one blue eye was gazing out at him.
Slowly, Galea's hand reached out and pulled the knot on her robe until it was loose. Drawing the center line apart, he continued to hold her gaze as he was undressing her, watching that fear blossom into helplessness. He slid the robe off of her shoulders, and she now felt those invisible warm hands caressing all over her naked flesh as it was being exposed. Waves of sensual tingles rushed up her spine, and she shuffled her arms and legs on the bed to veil her body, pausing him in looking over her groomed beauty.
Modesty. Galea snickered at her useless attempt and reached his hand out to grasp at the rope holding her wrists together. He took a seat on the bed next to her and untied her hands. In that small confied space, only her breathing was heard entering and leaving her chest in a deep rhythm. Confusion settled in on her face when the rope was collected in his hand. Was she free? Was he trusting her?
He turned her so she was facing away, setting her on her knees, and moved her hands behind her back. One wrist was draped over the other, squaring her arms and pushing her chest out as he secured them with quick knot work, then let her go. She balanced herself shakily as Galea shifted on the bed to face her and watched her squirm on her knees, adjusting to the new position. Her breasts perked into smooth rounds with her nipples poking out, and her entire body was now vulnerable for his viewing. A fact that she could do nothing about, and anger started to rise within her core at this discovery.
Her hair had the look and feel of threadbare silk, catching the color of champagne in waves that were weighed down in her capture before they were washed. Her skin was softer than it had been, with sweat and a film of grime scrubbed away, replaced with the subtle scent of vanilla. He hadn't been able to see until this time and moment that the curve of her hips flowed up into a pear shaped body. She would bear many children with those hips, and he was tempted to get started tonight. That all depended on her, however.
He reached towards her chest, catching a nipple with his curved fingertips. She gasped and thrashed out of his touch involuntarily. Her eyes went wide when suddenly she realized what she had done, and all of her anger was flooded over with terror. She didn't dare to look at him and see what expression grabbed him when she did that.
"I'm sorr-"
The back of her neck was suddenly clenched and she was pushed down across his lap. She felt her stomach pressed against his knee, forcing her breath out. In a panic, Tania wiggled across his lap, attempting to get away from the vulnerable position he placed her in and what he may plan to do with her. In little effort, his hand wrapped around her silken blonde mane, clenching it tightly and lifting her head up. She stiffened her spine and yelped when the sound of a smack landed on her skin.
She felt the rush of tingling heat beneath his hand as it landed palm first upon her ass. When his hand removed, it urgently returned to hit the other cheek with equal force and strength, causing her to cry and struggle across his lap.
"Your first lesson, pet. You will never move or cower away from me or my touch. I will touch you as I please. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master." Her neck had been stretched, and her voice was throaty and strained when she answered him. Her mind was lost into the pain, swimming to resurface and find one moment of clarity in it all.
"Good girl. Now hold still."
His hand alternated which cheek was struck, and he never hit the same place twice until he was certain the sting would not be dulled by the last hit. Each strike elicited a cry and moan from her, jolting her legs as his hand seemed relentless. She didn't know when he was going to stop, but each palming seemed to be harder than the next. Her tender skin reddened wonderfully, and he paused when ten strikes had been delivered to each side, from the small of her back, to just over the top of her thighs. She panted swiftly when he had stopped, feeling the full sting throbbing over her buttocks. His hand rubbed and massaged that entire area, alternating his smooth palm and sharp fingertips to drag over that abused skin.
