It’s dark in here with no other light aside from the pale moonlight streaming in from the open window. She stands in front of it in a silk robe that is tight around her body. It shows over her curves and the roundness of her ass quite nicely. An excellent choice from my staff.
I shut the door behind me and quietly stride over to her. Her shoulders bunch when she hears me, her head turning slightly to look at me over her shoulder. That long thick blonde hair of hers is even curlier now that it’s clean and dry. It looks gold in the moonlight.
Her skin is so pure and soft, contrasting heavily against my own. She is day to my night, a comparison not lost on me while I continue to stare at her and take in her beauty. She truly is a remarkable thing this up close.
Her green eyes shine slightly but her gaze never wavers while she stares me down.
I smirk slowly, my stomach tightening.
“Are the accommodations to your liking so far?”
She doesn’t say anything to me, merely turns her head and gazes back to the window and the outside world beyond its frame.
Curious, I move closer to her.
“Dalia, I asked you a question.”
She stiffens more but doesn’t move away from her spot. At her sides, her fists clench.
Hm.
I bring my hand up to brush through her thick hair, feeling the shiver that wracks her body when I do so. My fingers tangle in the soft lengths, moving up through them until I feel the back of her skull flat against my palm.
I curl my fingers, yanking her back into my body by her hair.
She winces visibly, a grimace crossing those fair features briefly before smoothing out once again.
She’s so interesting—holding back from me like this.
I put my other arm around her, pressing her by her waist until her ass brushes against my growing erection.
She huffs in a quick breath.
“Do you like what you feel?” I rub against her.
Still, she says nothing.
I lean in to press my nose against the column of her neck. The perfumed wash that the servants had used to clean her skin smells good on her. It mixes with her natural musk perfectly. I breathe her in deeply, my mouth opening to lick up her skin.
Another shiver races over her when my tongue glides up her neck.
Still, nothing.
What is wrong with her? Is she playing games with me?
I pull back from her and tighten my grip on her hair. She lets out a soft grunt and stumbles with me when I guide her over to the bed. I briefly let go of her hair, only long enough to lift her by her hips and toss her onto the large bed.
She bounces and then rolls onto her stomach.
“I have a better idea.” I tell her, stripping my jacket off of me and tossing it. The medal on the breast claps against the hardwood floor loudly. “Why don’t I go back to that whore house and get another slave to come join us. Spice up our fun a little bit.”
She shifts, pulling her arms up under her and lifting herself up slightly on her elbows. She doesn’t look over at me, instead, she faces the far wall where the door to the bathroom is.
Annoyance settles over me.
I grab her hips and pull her over to the side of the bed, her robe coming up to collect around her waist, exposing her lower half to me. She gasps, snapping her legs closed and crossing her ankles.
It makes me chuckle, my hand coming up to clap her hard on the ass.
