Ryan Severus looked up with surprise to see Ellen slowly descend the back staircase. He fought the urge to ask why she was in the kitchen. A full tray of breakfast foods had been prepared and left outside her door. She sat gingerly at the edge of the chair and looked at her feet. He reviewed the firmness of her breasts as she leaned on the table and gave him a pleasant view down her robe. She should have been under some hard thrusting cock, but instead she was here with him. The long, sensual dark chocolate legs disappeared under the robe before they revealed any imperfection. He smiled casually down at her as she looked up at him and beckoned him closer with her finger.
"I don't know what to do now." Her voice was soft and low as she leaned toward him. He opened his arms to her and enveloped her with the comfort that he knew she needed. She'd been with his son and the master, but she didn't have that well ridden smell of an established bitch. He made sure not to touch her bare skin out of the fear his mind would be carried back upstairs. She settled in the curve of his shoulder on his shirt. He felt her shake and then the sounds of her stifled tears caught him in the chest.
"His requirements shouldn't have been odd," he tried not to ask for details, though he wanted them. "He's an old soul. He couldn't have done anything."
"He did everything well. He was perfection...."
"But," he pried.
"I told him how I felt. He got this look on his face and looked away from me. I just couldn't stay in there and watch him sleep."
"What did you say?"
She sighed, backed away from him, and said, "It doesn't matter."
Her robe fell open and he was once again filled with a desire that he knew was oh so nice, but oh so wrong. Ellen allowed him to be lost in her bosom and said, "Would you comfort me?"
Ryan protested, "No, you lovely girl, I won't. He'd surely kill me, as he is thinking of doing right this instant. I won't even kiss you on your brow to soften that fascinating frown of yours. He'll be coming to find you soon. He doesn't hate you, so don't think that he'll kill you. He's very afraid of you, did you know?"
She turned away from him and put her elbows on the table. In his guarded thoughts, Ryan let out a neigh at the shape of her bobbing ass. She turned up and waved it from side to side.
"He's afraid of me? Ha! I'm sure I'm more scared than he is. He could kill me without trying," she joked nervously.
"Look at me," he said as he followed the sway of her nervously moving ass. She turned back around and softened that utterly kissable sadness with a forced grin. He went against his better judgment and put his hand on the side of her head. He instantly regretted it.
"You know you don't want me, but I'm safe." The smell of her high hormone level made his penis stir in his pants. Those bright brown eyes welled up, and he pressed his lips to hers. He pulled himself back before she responded to the force of his advance and ordered, "You go back up there before I get myself killed."
He looked down at the bulge in his pants and prayed for the day that she was out of the house or free to be with any male she chose.
***
"Why did you go?" His low caressing voice drew me into the room. "I don't like to wake up without you." He rested his head on his hands and curled a knee toward the edge of the bed.
"Hmm, you've been doing it before today, why can't you do it now?" My stance was authoritarian and I worked to keep that when his muscles flexed. In the stretch, he ran his hands over the bed and showed how he really didn't fit it. I wondered why such a delicious, scary man would be so casual. He walked over to me. The approach was smooth and quick as he reached for me. When I shied away from his hand he frowned and went back to the bed. He dropped down and those eyes searched my face.
"You know, I don't want to hurt you?"
I nodded and returned his gaze.
"Then why are you doing that?"
"I don't know," I shrugged.
He got back up and this time quickly pulled me in. I felt so small next to his substantial frame. Sebastian Rousseau curved his body and his arms down around me.
"You said it last night. I didn't understand at first, but you are like a virgin. You hadn't been with some one that wasn't trying to control you. I'm the first. I don't tell you how to feel, or what to do. I can not understand this... this insecurity. If you would like, I can do this for you, but you'll have to learn to function on your own within two days. You are meant to be my coregent, not a slave to my whim," he softly rumbled to me.
His chest was warm on the side of my face as I listened to his heart. His breathing was even as I cuddled into his embrace. I felt a familiar tingle in my spine as I let him lead me to the bathroom. He ran his hand over my braids as he turned on the shower.
'Let's get you nice and clean,' his deep voice rolled into my head. 'I plan to dirty you. When we are done, you won't wash. You will go down for meals as I see fit. If I will you to dine in the nude, you will do so with my sperm visibly on you. There will be no request that you will deny, or you will be punished. You are allowed to ask one question per hour. I may disregard the question, but you are given this privilege because you are my queen. Feel free to make sounds, but no words.'
He made sure that the shower was nice and warm. He passed me under the stream as if I was an animal that he needed to get completely wet before adding the soap. He ran the bar of soap over my back and down my buttocks with a utilitarian roughness that made goose bumps rise on my arms. He held me free of the stream and massaged the lather over my breasts and stomach. His fingers rubbed against the under side of my nipples and I felt them stiffen as he paid careful attention to lifting and washing the rest of my breasts. I raised my arms without thinking for him to wash under my arms and he let his thumbs linger on my breasts as he rinsed the area. He had me put my hands on the far wall of the shower and spread my legs. His hands went over my ass and down one leg and then the other. He lingered at my ankles with his face resting on my ass. He raised each foot and massaged it in turn before he stood up and put a hand to my pussy. He shoved a finger in and I tried not to jump. His response was a low rolling growl as he worked at my entrance with his two fingers. My body started to respond to his rough manipulation and I tried not to move. He pressed my soapy ass into his crotch as he continued the fingering. His other hand went to my left breast by route of my back and my ribs. He held me close to him as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. It made my insides start to get ready for him. He let go of me and rinsed off quickly. He turned me around and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He moved away and pulled me into the water. My braids came free in the steady flow and he moved it out of my face. His body moved me back to the other side of the shower and I was pressed to the wall again. This time he made sure that I felt his cock moving across my pussy. I felt it begin to press upward toward my snatch. His hunger was clear when he lifted my legs from the ground and let his monster penis touch my belly button. He readjusted and put me down with his prick at my opening. He pushed nearly in and then he moved away.
His voice commanded, 'Kneel.'
I slid with my hands on the wall to my knees. I felt his hands on my hair.
'Turn your head to the right and open your mouth.'