I smiled as I felt his seed entered into me. He gave me a peck and while I expected him to roll to my side, he got down from the bed and rolled into his trousers and he ran out of the room, locking the door after him. My smile vanished.
I watched as he hurried out of the room and my heart tightened. It was as if he could not spend any other minute with me.
I knew he wanted me. It might not be as much as I wanted him but I was sure he felt it too, this unexplainable connection between us. I could remember the intense way he entered into me. Hell! I could still feel him in between my legs. While he was with me, he seems almost as passionate driven as I was. Then why did he leave so quickly?
He must have been disgusted, I realised with a saddened heart. And I could almost understand His plight.
His brothers all had nice women with great social and political status.
Mikael was courting the daughter of the chief of market women while his elder brother, Duncan was married to two women who were both a princesses. So, how could his own mistress be a common slave.
That night, all alone in the room, I waited for him, thinking he would be back after some moments. But he never came. I cried to sleep, cursing my creation for being a slave and not a princess.
It was past midnight when I woke up again. I could still feel the sticky cum in my legs and I decided to visit the toilet. I sat up and was ready to leave the bed when a hand grabbed my arm. Surprised, I looked back to find Angus on the bed, his blue eyes bright in the darkness.
"Don't go.", he said, his voice hoarse. I shook my head, blushing as I found it hard to explain myself.
"I feel sticky down there, I wanted to clean myself.", I told him and his lips rose in that familiar smirk when he noticed my obvious discomfort. I wlllllatched as his playfulness returned back into his eyes.
"I can help with that.", he suggested and I shook my head at the disgusting image that appeared in my head. Before I could tell him no, he was kneeling in between my legs.
"No!", I laughed as he struggled to remove the cover from my body.
"No, no, no!", I laughed again and he froze.
Afraid he was about to leave again, I sat up.
"What? Did I do something?", I asked and he shook his head, smiling.
"I want to record that somewhere.", he muttered and I raised my brow in confusion.
"What?"
"Your laughter.", he replied and I shifted my gaze to the floor, my eyes blurred with tears.
Angus took my jaw and raised my head till I was looking directly at him. Softly, he said;
"Your smile, it is like a music to my ear. So beautiful."
"But not as beautiful as you are", he whispered and my tears fell uncontrollably.
As a slave, I was not used to any sort of compliments but insults. Hearing such for the first time makes me feel uncomfortable and shy. But I could not deny the joy it brought too.
Angus cleaned my tears with his thumb and then he kissed me.He broke the kiss seconds later and he knelt in between my legs.
He made sure I was watching him before he dived his tongue into my vagina. My toes curled and I gripped the bed as the pleasure circulated around my body. He stared at me as he licked and fucked me with his tongue. I don't know why but the situation felt so hot that I could cum at that moment. I could not stay calm, I shook with pleasure while I whimper with need. But anytime Angus suspected that I was closer to my climax, he would pause. I glared at him and he smiled.
Again, he dived into my clitoris and I rewarded him with a long moan. He licked and sucked and and he almost drove me mad with pleasure.
"Faster, please.", I urged when I couldn't hold in anymore. He raised his head to look at me but I grabbed his head and returned his mouth to my pussy. All the while moaning loudly. With a final kick at my clitoris, I came undone.
After spending some time breathing heavily, I sat up to return the favour but Angus stopped me.
"I did it because I wanted to. Remember, everything I do with you in this room is out of desire, not duty.", he told me. And suddenly, I remembered it has been so long since I've left the room. I started to rush but he told me he has created an excuse for my absence. I don't know why, but I believed him.
I was happy. Not as happy as I've ever been in my life, if we could call those happiness. And I did not need to be told, I knew it could not last but I would enjoy every moments of it while it last. I turned to him and kissed him before I let the slumber take me into the Dreamland.