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Slave Girl: Chapter 64
🕑 Added 2021-07-27 17:43:07 +0000 UTCAfter a long moment Rosa leans down and kisses my cheek. “That was magnificent my boy. You showed your true power. It humbles a Lady to see that.”
“Thank you my Lady.” I knew she wasn’t entirely pleased with me, why was she pretending she was?
“It’ll be dark soon. Go clean yourself up my boy.”
I look up at her and she looks back down at me, I don’t feel that usual connection we shared. She didn’t look angry. If anything she looked a little sad, though it was impossible to tell for sure. “I’m sorry my Lady.”
“Shhh.” She gently pushes me off of her. “Just don’t say it again.”
Kneeling back I look at her, confused. “I’ll be punished?”
“No.” She says. “You are young. You don’t know any better. Go on, get cleaned up now.”
That hurt a little. She had called me so many things that might be considered demeaning to a man and yet I could always hear the heart and honesty in her voice. She hadn’t said those things to tear me down but to bring me out of my shell. Never in our time together had I felt condescended to, but those words almost felt like it. I look down to her cock and see it is already losing its stiffness. “You said after I could suck your dick my Lady. I will make you feel so good.” I go to approach, to make up for my disobedience with the best blowjob I could give her, but she holds up her hand.
“I’ve changed my mind.” She says in a low strangely calm voice. “Now, listen to your Lady. Go clean up.”
I look at her waiting for and wanting more. If she was sad or upset or angry I wanted her to express it to me. Instead she closes herself up, keeping her emotions private. With a neutral expression she goes about cleaning and putting the bracelet back together. She doesn’t even look my way. Suddenly being cut out like this was so much worse than any punishment!
“Yes my Lady.” I whisper.
Taking my underbreeches with me I move back out to the stream and wash up my under bits well. The water was cold, though I knew that well from what Rosa had done to me previously with the magical hoops. Looking around I can see the thorny branches, the rocks, and even the flower she must have used to tease me. That had been so much fun. My eyes drift back to the mouth of the darkened cave. It had all been so much fun…until I went and ruined it with my stupid words. Why? Why, why, why!? She TOLD me not to and yet I just went and blurted it out. Keep your stupid mouth shut Quintus. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
They say never to ask a question you don’t actually want the answer too. I had done just that in effect. One thing was absolutely certain now. She didn’t love me. I don’t know why, I don’t understand what was wrong with me, but she wouldn’t have reacted like that if she did love me. I turn away from the cave and fight back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. Since Rosa had brought out my other side I found it harder to keep my emotions bottled inside of me like I was raised to do. Reaching back to my previous self I summon a bit of my old masculine shame and self doubt in order to steel myself against the blubbering boy that threatened to come out. I…didn’t want her to see me cry. Not about this anyway. I had made her feel bad enough as it was.
I splash a bit of the cold mountain water onto my face then slip back into my underwear and stand up. Taking a deep fortifying breath I turn and walk back across the smooth rocks to our camp. Rosa had cleaned up both herself and the cave and already had the remaining food laid out for us.
“This is all we have left, sorry Master.”
It is impossible to miss the shift from boy to Master.
“It’s enough.”
“I ate at Peisandros’ and you didn’t, please take the lion’s share.” Her voice is pleasant enough, but ever so slightly detached. I knew Rosa well enough now to hear it.
“Sure.” I sit down across from her.
We eat in silence. Though she was six feet away from me the gulf between us felt as wide as the sea.
“Rosa.” I say softly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s done.” She says. “We don’t need to talk about it.” Reaching across she offers me her hand. After a moment of hesitation I take it. She gives it a hard squeeze. “It’s okay Quin.”
“Okay.” I nod.
Her hand slips from mine as she changes the topic. “We are so close now. It is almost hard to believe.”
“I can’t wait.” I say. “Things won’t get any easier for awhile, but at least we’ll have a place of our own.”
“Mmm.” She smiles. “I am so beat. I cannot wait to get off the road.”
“Yeah.”
She looks to the cave entrance, the light is so dim now that the vibrant colors of her hair and eyes appear nearly gray now. I sense the fear in her. I watch as she consciously settles her nerves.
“I will sleep with my dagger tonight.” I tell her. “I will be between you and the entrance.”
She nods. “Thank you Master.” Looking about the stone floor she says. “It’ll be the hardest bed I have ever slept on.”
“Same.” I say. “I should have gathered some sort of bedding before it got dark. Ah well, it’s just one night.”
I take the food scraps outside so as not to attract animals as Rosa lays out out blanket along with any other bit of padding she could find, which isn’t much. I use my folded up tunic as a pillow and she uses her capelet. I lay on my side facing her, wanting to drink her in for every last second of light Sol would give me. I loved this woman with all of my heart. I couldn’t get enough of her. She had done so much for me in our short time together. My life simply could not be complete without her in it now. It was agony knowing that she didn’t love me back but it was something I was going to have to come to grips with. If this is how I had to have her, so be it. The alternative was unthinkable.
Rosa lay on her back staring up at the ceiling with intense concentration. She holds her right hand up and her eyes narrow as she lets out a snuffing breath through her nose.
“What you doing?” I whisper.
“Trying to create light.” She says.
“You’re trying to use magic?”
“Yeah. Papa used to do it all the time. He would make these little red candle flames float around in the air.” She sighs. “I don’t have a clue how to do it though. At least with the bracelet I have something to focus on.”
“Well…are you feeling something at least?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” She glances over to me. “I bet your feeling something.”
I blush. “My butt is sore.”
“I bet it is.” She smiles. “You were so rough with yourself.”
“It’s kind of a good sore though. I’m okay.”
“You men are so…rough.” She giggles. “You really were incredible. A little scary even. But I liked it.”
“Thank you.”
“Just, maybe use some oil next time.” She says. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“I can’t imagine what that felt like. Both giving and receiving.”
“It was…I can’t even describe it. Weird. Good, but weird.”
“I bet.”
“You could try someday.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so.” She rolls over and kisses me. “My boy provides for me now. You are all I need and all I want Quin.”
I blush again and say in oh so quietly. “Thank you my Lady.”
Back at Peisandros’ she had told him, quite proudly, that she was monogamous. After a life as a meretrix, having been with who knows how many men and women over the past two decades, she seemed more than satisfied with settling down to just one man. I was blessed to be that man. I wanted to say so much more to her but I hold it in and watch as she returns to trying to conjure light from nothing.
I was so glad the mood had relaxed again. I wanted Rosa to be happy, I wanted that more than anything. I lay there and think of ways of how could I make her even happier. Remembering back to the advice Aemelia gave me I recall her saying something about if my Lady enjoyed nurturing me, to approach her and allow myself to be nurtured. Not just for my sake, but hers as well. I certainly could use a bit of nurturing right now.
“Rosa.”
“Mmm?”
“Hold me?”
She stops at her attempts at magic to turn her head toward me. “You okay baby?”
I shake my head no. “I’m feeling…anxious. Could…you hold me?”
“Quin…of course I will hold you!” She slips an arm under my neck and pulls me in. “Come here my boy.”
I shift closer and lay my head on her upper chest as she wraps her arms around me. Her left hand strokes my bare back as her right runs fingers through my hair. I move the blanket to cover us both as best it could then lay my free arm across her warm soft body. We lay in silence for a time as Rosa holds me close and pours her affections onto me. Closing my eyes I am soothed by the sound of her beating heart. She kisses me. She caresses me. She hums soft songs for me. She makes me feel like her precious man like only she can.
“You’re worried about getting there.” She whispers. “You’re anxious about arriving.”
“Yes.” I confess, while it wasn’t the foremost thought in my mind that was a worry I carried with me. “I don’t know what we’re walking into. I don’t know the people. I don’t know the area. I don’t know the land.”
Rosa kisses my forehead. “I don’t know these things either, but do I know you Quin. We’re going to be fine.”
“And what if…things aren’t fine?”
“Mmm, I guess we cram everything back into that old pack and head on down the road.” She says. “Maybe you can get a job at a restaurant, that was some fancy platter you made me back there.”
I giggle. “That’s so mean.”
She pinches my ear. “Made you laugh.” She hugs me tight. “As long as we’re together Quin, everything else will sort itself out.”
“Yeah.”
In the short time we had snuggled I could feel Rosa relaxing, her stress easing, just as much as me. Just as with the dominance and submission Rosa got just as much from this as I did, only in her own way. I let out a long breath.
“We should sleep.” I say in a tired voice. “We have a hard day tomorrow.”
“They’re all hard days.” She gently pets my hair and gives me one last kiss. “Sleep well my boy.”
“Good night my Lady.”
Comments
nope
Shit man. I like how Quin's inner monologue is becoming wiser over time, but unfortunately he can only gain so much ground so fast. He seems to realize that Rosa at once respecting and relishing his decision to be her submissive is at odds with her frigid disavowal of his ability to truly "love" her. If she attaches meaning to anything they have done so far, she can only do by assuming his behavior and feelings have weight, but at the same time she denies his proclamation of love as meaningful at all. I can only assume it's prostitute callousness, but she would have no right to be so emotionally invested in everything he does yet assume "he's too naiive to care about anything he does." I dunno how I want this to pan out. I feel like Rosa being 40 something and a prostitute has unfairly inflated her romantic expertise in Quin's mind. But in terms of actual romance Quin seems to have actually had more experience. Rosa has been faking love and doing kinky bdsm shit since her teens. She has no right to feign understanding when she has never loved anyone but family, and for all intents and purposes, obviously loves Quin and is a coward.
Devil's Desire
I realy hope Rosa will open up more to Quin and maybe even reciprocate the love. Also, realy love the storys you are writing.
