Matron and Tralik gave Chryssa a very restful day after her experience with M'x'r. Sure, she had her usual oral training session with Tralik, sucking his cock for nearly an hour as she got better and better at deep-throating, but he also gave her an orgasm by eating her out while he finger-fucked her ass. Chryssa still wasn't sure how she felt about the butt stuff, she couldn't help but blush red as he twisted his fingers back and forth in the tight hole, but she came incredibly hard anyway. Which was actually kind of more humiliating. It was just such an intimate area... at least he hadn't put a plug in it this time. They were definitely going easy on her.
What she didn't realize was that Matron had talked to each of the males who had spent time with Chryssa, and they'd enjoyed her greediness for pleasure as much as they'd enjoyed the occasional blushes and moments of naivete, innocence and discovery. So she'd told Tralik to hold back on Chryssa's anal training, since that was definitely something that caused Chryssa's more innocent side to emerge. She was to be kept stretched, but not to get too used to being filled there.
After her training session with Tralik, Chryssa was given a light lunch and then she was massaged, pampered and oiled, making her feel all light and glowy. There were definitely some major perks to being a whore at House Exotica. Chryssa went to bed that night feel absolutely fantastic.
Fortunately her pussy was feeling much better too, because the next day Lord Plath arrived back at House Exotica and, unusually, demanded her as his for the day. Matron was surprised, since normally the Licken Lord enjoyed having the females competing for his attention before he chose the lucky lady he was going to spend more time with, but who was she to argue with one of her best customers? She set his men up in the usual room, so that they could flirt and enjoy the women before choosing one to spend some quality time with, and went to get Chryssa.
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When Chryssa walked into the room, rather delighted that Lord Plath had asked for her again, she was surprised to see him sitting in a chair off to the side of the bed, looking rather moody. This particular pleasure room was set to be a sensual feast for the senses. The deep reds and blacks of the carpet, bed and draping fabrics made it seem like something almost out of a fairy-tale. The chair he was sitting on was a ruby wine color, its edges crusted with gold.
She wondered what had put the Licken lord in such a bad mood. He was practically glowering at her from his seat, his handsome features brooding. Like before, his very presence made her feel antsy and excited. Out of all the males she'd met, no matter the pleasure they'd given her, he was certainly the one that she was most attracted to.
"Hello my Lord, it's a pleasure to see you again," she said, walking forward and enjoying the way her dress brushed against her legs and nipples. The dark rose color of the fabric went well with the room and she knew she must look rather pretty.
A flare of lust filled his eyes before his face settled back into a scowl. "Is it?" he asked, sardonically.
Chryssa stifled a sigh. She'd dealt with men in moods before, just not since coming to House Exotica. Was it her job to tease him out of the mood? That's what she'd always done with her brother, Jed, at home. Then again, she ignored most other men's issues when they were having them. Did she care enough to try and cheer the Licken lord up? It wasn't something she normally had the patience for.
She wasn't sure what Matron would expect of her. After all, she'd come into the room, expressed a pleasantry, moved seductively the way she'd been taught... so why wasn't he getting up from his chair and fucking her? This was not how she'd expected her next encounter with Lord Plath to go. She'd expected it to be a lot more pleasant. Ecstatic even. If he was going to be a boor, why couldn't he have chosen one of the other women? They were probably far more experienced at dealing with a grouchy man than Chryssa was. She didn't want to coddle him, she just wanted to have sex.
"Should it not be?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level, but a little bit of her temper leaked in. No longer trying to be seductive, she strolled over to the bed and hopped up onto it, sitting mere feet away from him. He turned his head, some of his scowl lines fading as he looked over her legs. Since the "dresses" House Exotica provided were slit entirely up the sides, the fabric always fell between her thighs when she sat down, exposing her legs all the way up to the belt that cinched at her waist. The sides gaped too, showing off the edges of her breasts, but the Licken wasn't in a position to be able to see that.
The silence stretched between them again as he studied her. Chryssa waited patiently, although he was rapidly running through her small store of the virtue.
"I don't normally return to House Exotica after so short a period of time," he finally said, his voice clipped, as if he was admitting something that he didn't want to. Chryssa didn't understand why that would be such a hard thing to say.
"Okaaaaay," she said, drawing out the word as she raised an eyebrow at him. She hoped he wasn't going to just want to sit here and talk. Not that she minded talking as a rule, but she'd been expecting a much more sexually pleasurable afternoon when she'd been told that Lord Plath had requested her services. Already she was aroused and remembering just how pleasurable her last experience had been with him. How commanding and dominating he'd been. So this dragging conversation wasn't really living up to her expectations of him.
His eyes narrowed. "And I don't normally request the services of a particular whore."
Chryssa rolled her eyes. He'd said it as if he was trying to insult her, but she'd come to accept what she was. For now. Wasn't like she had much of a choice, but she didn't exactly hate what she was doing anymore.
"Don't roll your eyes at me," he snapped. Which made her want to roll them again, but she didn't. Instead she just sighed.
"I don't really know what you want me to say," she said truthfully, deciding that she didn't care enough to try and tease him out of his mood. Sure, she'd done it for Jed, but that's because he was her brother. Here at House Exotica, she was a whore. She had to fuck the clientele, but as far as she knew, she didn't have responsibilities other than that. "I'm honored?"
"Is that a question?" His voice was icy, something that Chryssa was fast losing patience with. Actually, she felt that she'd been plenty patient already.
Why the hell had he requested her if he didn't want to fuck her?
