Keane walks into the mansion, gracefully with shoulders held high. Ok, it's not like his showcasing but that's just the way he walks.
As soon as Smile saw him, she stood up from her seat, bowing down in greetings.
He nodded and went directly up the stairs, he didn't spend a second on her and that got her angry more than being angry, she felt like he was not interested in her.
She didn't say a word but the sad look in her eyes says it all.
She was done with her meal, and without a word, she left for her room. There is a lot more than worrying over a man who will never see her.
How she hates herself for being such an emotional fool.
She falls to her bed, taking in a deep breath. She wishes sleep should take her away but that's not possible because she just woke up from sleep.
"Tell me! What would you do if you were in my shoes? Hate love and everything related or accept it even though it hurts?" She asked the question to no one staring at the ceiling.
Beckon to her, he was listening.
"I'd rather not catch feelings if I were you" his baritone voice vibrates. She leaps off the bed, frightened by his sudden response.
"Master…I-that's not for you" she explains feeling embarrassed.
"Then who is it for?" He asked with a brow raised. She shudders and starts biting on her lips.
"N-no body just thought out loud," she explains. He nods.
"Your body?" He asked. She didn't know what he was trying to say. She looked at her skin to see if something had changed but there was nothing.
She was perfectly fine, a frown appeared on her face in confusion.
Keane shakes his head tirelessly, how could he have forgotten that this girl before him was way clueless about everything he says?
"Your body, how is it?" He elaborated on his questions and only then, did she know what he was talking about.
"I am better now, master, and sorry for falling asleep after the sex, find meaning" she apologized. He waves, not saying a word.
"Strong enough to take a round?" He asked. She was shocked by him asking her permission. Normally, he would just come around and boss her up and down on what to do but hearing him now, only made her heart beat in excitement.
Is he treating her nicely because he's fallen for her? That's what she doesn't know. She nods a yes.
"Yes, master…anything for master," She said with head lowered, giving him the utmost respect he needed. He was pleased by her words and actions.
He moves closer, reaching out to her cherry-brown hair. Only now, he is realizing the color of her hair and somehow, he feels satisfied touching it.
His sweet scent of mixed sandalwood and rosewood came crashing on her nose, intoxicating her entire being.
She could hardly think.
"Nice hair!" He compliments, brushing his long finger into her hair. Her eyes snapped open, not believing her ears, like, did he just compliment her?
Maybe she must be dreaming. She shakes her head, still standing quietly, not daring to move.
"Can I?" He asked again, for the second time, seeking her permission. Now, this is getting weird, he is the master and she is the slave. He's got to do the orderings and she's got to follow his every order, that's how it fucking works.
"Can someone pinch me now" she cries inwardly staring at him with eyes wide open. She pinched her skin through her shorts and flinched in pain. Only then did she realize it was no dream of hers?
"Yes…yes, master" she responds, still not forgetting to call him master. She should have denied now that he was asking for her permission, but deep down, she couldn't reason unknown to her.
He moves even closer, caressing his face to hers, sending chills of excitement running through her body.
How could she not react when he was this close? Every inch of her body rejoiced at his touch.
His hands trialed on her body under her t-shirt, and she could her eyes at the sweet sensation she was getting.
She squeezed on her breast, and a gasp escaped her mouth.
Her reaction to his every touch made his lips pull up in a smile. He loved her every curve and smell.
In one swift move, she was rendered shirtless, with breasts exposed to his view and nipples red hard.
He moves down and starts undoing her pants with his mouth.
His hot breath on her stomach sent butterflies flying in her tummy.
Her pants came running down, leaving her with just her lingering. Red lingerings.
Moving up, he trailed kisses on her belly button, to her cleavage then her neck before it landed on the lips she'd been anticipating and silently begging for it. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds.
With one swift move, she was lying on the bed with him on top. His kisses are always soft like feathers but this one was more, more than soft.
It was just so magical and kind of mindblowing. He eats on her breast, milking on it, feeling her softness in his hands.
She could swear this night was different, something was just so different…was she fallen for him? Or has she fallen for him already?