Chapter 10: His Invasive Touch

“Good Morning, miss Kaela,” Eli’s soft voice cut in as I looked at the side to find him standing there along with Loren.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Azran, meanwhile, didn’t so much as blink.

“Serve,” he said calmly.

Loren did, sliding a plate stacked with pancakes toward Azran. Instead of passing it to me, Azran took the fork, cut a neat bite and lifted it toward my mouth.

I froze.

His eyes met mine. “Eat.”

The command was quieter this time, intimately dangerous as my breath caught, but I obeyed, opening my mouth and taking the bite. The sweet flavour erupted into my mouth, warm, and impossibly soft, something I never had the chance to have. But all could focus on was the closeness. The way his chest rose behind me, I could practically feel him breathe. The faint brush of his thumb at my waist. Absentmindedly devastating.

It felt… impossibly overwhelming. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, the firmness of his chest rising and falling with each breath, the way his arm curled around my waist like a brand. All of it was so irresistible, making me feel small and exposed in a way I’d never experienced before. But there was something intoxicating about it too, something that made me want to lean into his touch rather than pull away.

As if sensing my thoughts, his hand began to move, his thumb sliding up my thigh in slow and teasing strokes that made my breath hitch and my heart race. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, then moved higher, dangerously close to the hem of my sundress, My eyes fluttered closed, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation that I didn’t fully understand myself.

What was happening to me? This was wrong, I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t want him. But even as I thought about it, my body betrayed me, leaning back into his touch, my thighs pressing together as a response to the heat pooling low in my belly.

Azran’s hand continued its journey, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I let out a soft gasp, my back arching slightly. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous at the same time, purring against my ear. “I like that.”

The praise sent a shiver down my spine. I wondered if Eli and Loren could see the flush of blood on my skin, the way my face was red, and it was him all over me, surrounding me with his manly scent, touching me, teasing me, making me want to lose myself in him. But I also knew, he was not the kind of man I should picture a future with. He made clear only thing he wanted from me was an heir, and nothing more, nothing less. I was to give him a piece of myself and then, go back to the brothel, taken by another master and serve. Only thing I was raised for.

The realisation settled low in my stomach.

This was too much. I needed to stop this. I needed to… but even as the thought formed, I found myself frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak, caught in a web of desire that I didn’t know how to escape.

I opened my mouth to say something, what, I wasn’t sure. But before I could speak, Azran’s hand slid higher still, his fingers hooking around the edge of my panties and giving a slow, teasing tug. The intimate touch made my breath catch, my eyes flying open as I realised just how far he was taking this.

I raised my head, looking at Eli and Loren, to see if they caught the way their master was unravelling me, but Eli cleared his throat loudly and reached for coffee kettle, Loren pretended to be very interested in rearranging the fruit.

Azran fed me another bite. And then another.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel. The way his fingers toyed with the fabric of my panties, the way his chest held me against the table, his hot breath was hot against my ear, it was all too much and not enough at the same time. I felt like I was drowning, and he was the only thing keeping me afloat.

His other hand moved up to my breast and I choked on air, his fingers shamelessly brushing over the fabric of my sundress, and I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan. The touch was possessively claiming, and it sent a jolt straight to my core. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, could sense his satisfaction at my reaction. And it made me feel both ashamed and incredibly powerless at the same time.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Azran’s husky voice seemed to vibrate through my entire body. “tell me what you want, Anima.”

My eyes were squeezed shut tight, food forgotten, my hands gripping the edge of the table as I tried to steady myself. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible to my own ears. There was desire and desires coiled around fear. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Only him and his touch. I didn’t know what was happening to me.

“Shhh.” He soothed, his thumb continuing its slow torture. :It’s okay. Just let it happen. Let me take care of you.”

The words were both reassuring and terrifying, and I found myself nodding, giving him my silent permission to continue. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of my panties, and I let out a gasp as I felt the intimate touch for the first time. It was foreign and strange and incredibly arousing all at once, and I felt my body response to his touch in ways I didn’t fully understand myself.

“You’re so wet, Anima,” he called me by that nickname again and my whole body shuddered. My face burned with shame. “So fucking responsive fot me. I love that about you,” his fingers circled the sensitive nub at my core, and my back arched, my hands gripping the table so hard my knuckles turned white. “Spread your legs for me.”

What was he doing to me? I’d never felt anything like that before. Was this what desire felt like? Was this what meant to be wanted?

His touch felt like moonlight on bare skin, soft yet inevitable, and I found myself unravelling beneath it willingly knowing the damned consequences. Just.., undone. Every place his fingers brushed seemed to wake something ancient inside me, a quiet hunger I hadn’t known how to name. my thoughts tangled, reason slipping through my grasp as if it had never belonged to me at all.

I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with skin. As though he could see past the careful walls I’d built around myself in the brothel and ever since my parents died. Past the girl I’d been, straight into the part of me that had been waiting. My pulse betrayed me, answering him before my mind could catch up, and the realisation startled me. I wanted this. I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.

Everything conflicted with the shame burning in my cheeks and the fluttering of my heart.

"W-wait," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as Azran's fingers continued their intimate exploration. "I..."

“Don’t make me repeat, Amina,” that damned nickname had me on chokehold.

Slowly, hesitantly, I shifted my legs apart, my face burning with shame even as my body arched against his touch. Azran's hand moved between my thighs, his fingers spreading me open in a way that felt both invasive and incredibly intimate. "That's it," he praised, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Good girl."

I felt my body respond eagerly to his approval. His fingers traced along my folds, and I let out a soft gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as waves of pure pleasure washed over me. I didn’t understand what was happening, didn’t know how to process the overwhelming sensations flooding through me, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.

There was a power in the way he touched me, as if he understood my body better than I did myself. As if his hands were reminding me of something I’d forgotten. I felt drawn forward, compelled not by his strength alone, but by the strange safety in it.

He didn’t touch me like my previous master, whose touch was forceful and harming.

I wasn’t thinking of the consequences or names for what this was becoming. I was only aware of the pull between us, of how easily I could step into him, into this feeling, and let myself be held by it. And for the first time, the thought didn’t frighten me.

It felt like the beginning of something neither of us could end.