Jennifer

Like a reflex, I dropped my jaw once I stepped inside his enormous fancy room. But thank god he didn't notice. It was something royal most of all, the king bed in the middle of the room. I just got scared because of what he said a few minutes ago about sharing everything.

I tried to process his words inside my brain because he just ruined my plans and turned everything upside down in just an hour. But his reflexes were quicker than mine.

He held my hand gently and slightly pushed me to the bed to have a seat on edge, "here we go. This is the bed; I don't know how to deal with a blind. Just tell me everything you need. And I will do it for you," he informed me.

I stood up and inhaled slowly, "where's the window? Could you please open the window for me. I want to breathe some fresh air," I asked him politely.

He nodded, then he realized that I can't see again; he smiled awkwardly at himself, "okay, I will open it for you but later. Because now you need a warm shower and then you should have dinner," he informed me then pulled my hands to walk with him.

"Okay, show me the washroom, and I will manage everything. Could you please find me something to wear. I didn't have much time to buy some clothes… you know my master didn't let me have proper clothes," I lied, making a sweet puppy face.

All he did was clear his throat and glared at me. He sighed, "okay, it doesn't matter. You can sleep naked for tonight, and I will buy everything you need tomorrow. You need to snap your fingers, and I will..." he was saying, then he paused.

What? Snap my fingers? What the hell is happening here? I guess he paused because he felt that he was making a horrible mistake. He was acting as if he was my boyfriend. Not my master.

"Master," I said in a pressing tone and blank face to remind him.

"Yes, sorry... let's go to take a shower. I will clean you." He dragged me to the washroom. What? Will he clean me? Did I find the wrong person or what? Does he feel guilty for what he did to me in the past? I struggled to find an answer to all my questions. He noticed that I was soundless, so he interrupted me, "Hey, Jenny," he snapped, making me blink.

I lowered my gaze to the floor; I was already naked. He lifted me by my waist and helped me to get into the bathtub. Then I heard him taking off his clothes and throwing everything on the floor. I glanced at him to see him entirely naked. I had never seen his body before when I was working for him.

I guess I didn't have any interest in him because I was so young and… what the hell is going on here? I guess.... while I was thinking, I felt his arms on my back moving down to my butt 'oh, I was wrong, the animal is still an animal,' I murmured in my mind.

"Master. Why are you naked?" I whispered.

He gulped, "how did you know and don't tell me that you use my scent." He rotated my body with a tightening grip on my shoulders. I was going to slip down, but I wrapped my arms around his shoulders immediately. He was suspiciously looking me up and down.

There was no gap between us, just less than an inch. I felt his warm skin over mine. I felt his breathing fanning my face. I pulled myself away, shyly, "I heard your waist belt hitting the floor. Sorry." My heart beats hastened like drums in my chest. I was scared and avoided eye contact with him. I was panicked to death that he might not believe me. I wasn't a good actress as well, and I knew that was risky. But I tried to do my best.

He frowned and patted my cheeks gently, "sorry about that. Possibly because I lack trust in trusting people around me," he explained, but I felt his eyes still eyeballing at me from the corner of my lashes.

I nodded and smiled, "so, are we going to start the training now then?" I raised my head slowly to meet his grey eyes. I caught a few perplexed glances over his face and a nervous smile.

"Just let me help you take your shower, and no, I'm not going to touch you. Never," he said strictly and boldly as if I was holding some disease, and he was afraid of the infection. Or maybe I was stupid when I started with all of this. Perhaps I just can't read his mind or his body language.

'Or maybe he just changed.' I shook my head from my thoughts.

He opened the water over our bodies. He pulled me closer to his chest and started to rub and wash mine, beginning from my hair by placing the shampoo carefully till going down in between my legs and cleaning my thighs and my pussy, going back to my hole. It was a nice feeling to have someone care about me. It just felt so wrong because he wasn't caring about me. No one did before, particularly not this ruthless man. And I was sure that he was contradicting himself and sooner his fangs and claws will eat my body maniacally.

Till his finger slipped inside my butt hole, I bounced tightly, clenching my butt muscle as a response to his spank. I cleared my throat tensely without asking him what he was doing.

But he explained and no, the master has the right to do without having to explain anything. But he did... Which was very eerie.

"You've said that you have been fucked in your butt, so," he was telling me.

I interrupted him, "so that's why you are checking if my hole is tight or not?" I muttered.

He heaved and shook his head, "no, and don't interrupt me."

I nodded silently. Then he proceeded with the explanation, "no, I was cleaning it carefully and checking if you have any bruises or injury anywhere. Anyway, I'm done now. Let me dry your wet body," he said casually and grabbed the towel playfully touching every inch of my body slowly and sensually.

I don't know why I felt so warm and horny. It was my first time ever to feel that. That was so wrong but felt so right at the same time. It was strange to be affected by his touch. I shouldn't feel so. I should be disgusted.

He slapped my butt and chuckled, "is that silicon butt?" he said teasingly.

I couldn't help, but I tittered lightly, "maybe that's the reason that made my master fuck my hole, and he totally forgets about my pussy for three years," I joked back.

His face grimaced again with painful eyes as if I was insulting him. He pulled me out of the bathtub and wrapped another dry towel around my body. He covered my body, and then he did the same to himself.

We walked to the bed again. He pushed me to have a seat, "stay here. I will ask the maids to bring our dinner here," he informed me. He stormed out of the room. He came back after a minute or so and stood in between my legs. He placed his hands on my knees, making me flinch, "if I were him, I wouldn't forget about your pussy." He then walked away to the window staring longingly, sighing, and he ran his fingers through his long hair. I have never noticed that his black hair became much longer than before. It suits him more now. He's tall, muscular body with six-pack abs and wide shoulders were attractive. His tanned skin with grey eyes made him criminally handsome, and no one could deny that.

'What the hell am I saying now? Why do I feel like that towards my enemy? I'm here to make him suffer.' I scolded myself again to push my demons away and come back to reality once again.

"What if the man who sold you years ago asked you to forgive him?" he asked me out of the blue.

"He should kiss my feet first," I blurted out and raised an eyebrow harshly, making him turn his body instantly like a flashlight's flip. He widened his eyes and stomped towards me wildly, fuming dangerously.

What! Now I'm dead.