CW: Minor sexual scene starting at "With both my body and labor, I assume?" and ending at "He clears his throat, fidgeting" and panic attack starting at "an unpleasant tightness" and ending at "I see him move"
I stop at the door of the room, awaiting further instruction, wood panels of the floor cold and smooth beneath my feet.
"Do you want to go in, or would you like to get food first?"
The teasing glint in his eyes is the only break in his icy facade. I'm beginning to believe that he likes making me uncomfortable, looking for a reaction. Unfortunately for him, I was trained better than that.
"That is not my place, Master Naga." My voice is flat, face expressionless.
He strides in ahead of me, a curling finger the only indication that I am to follow.
Ah, it seems he purchased me for the reason my second Master kept me.
Master Naga drags a slender finger across the desk, leaving a faint trail through the dust. With a wave of his hand, water is pulled from the air to wash the room down, leaving only a cloudy ball hovering over his open palm.
It flies into the little wastebasket in the corner as Master Naga makes his way over to my bed where he makes himself comfortable.
"Your paperwork says that your number is branded onto you. Where is it?" His eyes are cold, staring at my robes with the intensity of a hunter.
If you want to use me, you don't need to think of an excuse. Everyone knows slave brands are on the chest.
I untie the sash of my robe, pulling it open and exposing both the thick scar below my collarbone and the dark bruises from the beating I took due to the slow work speed I had today.
Those white brows pull together, pale blue eyes darkening like a storming sea.
He grips the edges of my robes and pulls me closer, so I'm standing between his legs.
"Master Naga, how shall I serve you?" I ask softly, eyes lowered, already thinking about how the intricate knot on his sash needs to be untied. My first and second masters hated nothing more than a bumbling fool. Figuring out how to untie a variety of knots with only a look has become a useful skill over the years.
"You will be assisting me." He replies vaguely.
With both my body and labor, I assume?
Yes, Master Naga." Having already figured out how to undo the knot, my fingers work nimbly to open his robes to expose his under robes and pants. In a well-practiced movement, I've dropped both sets of my robes to the floor and shucked my pants, straddling his lap wholly nude.
I roll my hips against him, pressing against his crotch.
It is a passionless act, but I am efficient, if nothing else. In time, I will come to know his preferences and accommodate them more readily.
"Ngh." A cut off breath, almost a sound of protest, escapes from parted lips as I continue rocking until he is hard and hot through the layers between us.
Good. It seems that he is not impotent. Those medications are potent and troublesome. It is preferable to have a master who will handle things quickly so I can rest well before working the next day.
"Master Naga, would you like me to ride you today?"
Master Naga's cheeks hold a faint flush, jaw clenched as his hands lift from his sides to hold my waist.
Suddenly, he pushes me back, sending me tumbling onto the thin mattress.
"That's not- wait." He's breathing hard, trying to control the desire that is so clearly surging through him.
No? Did I perform poorly? That can't be it, he's clearly aroused. Perhaps my apathetic expression has put him off? He's not... he doesn’t prefer to receive, does he?
He clears his throat, fidgeting as he smooths his robes. "I don't think a number is a suitable name for an attendant of the Naga shrine. I wanted to give you a real name."
I straighten, tucking my legs beneath me as I nod in understanding, unbothered by my state of nudity. I think a name is unnecessary and above my station, but he is my master, and I am bound by his command.
"Your name will be Shiori. It means lithe."
I nod again. "Shall I assist you in handling your desire now, Master Naga?"
He swallows hard, beautiful blue eyes falling closed for a long moment.
"Do you actually want to, or do you just think it's what I want."
I blink, thoroughly confused. "Do...I...want, Master Naga?"
He narrows his eyes at me, a hint of irritation flashing through them. "Do you even know what it means to want something, Shiori?"
The duty of a slave is to protect and please their Master. The will of your master is your own.
An unpleasant tightness is winding around my ribs, like a snake crushing the air from my lungs.
Don't ask me to think above my station. Don't make me want something I can never have. Don't ask for my disobedience then punish me for it.
My jaw clenches, dizziness washing my brain around my head. Ther's an echo of the orphanage in my ears. I know that covering them won't help, but I can't help but flinch into myself at the shadows of old pain.
My heart races, panic pounding through my veins like a frightened animal. Please don't make me want. It hurts. I'm sorry. It's scary. I'm scared.
"Shiori?" Master Naga's voice weaves through my consciousness, instantly grabbing my attention as I wait desperately for an order.
"Please give me an order, Master." My voice is choked, wavering as I fight to breathe.
Please, I need an order, give me an order, give me an order, please Master, please give me an order. Reassure me of my place, below you, beneath your feet, let me know that it's safe.
"What's wrong, Shiori? Tell me what's wrong. That's an order."
The tightness lessens somewhat, allowing me to answer. "The duty of a slave is to protect and please their Master. The will of your Master is your own. If you ask me what I want, I will be unable to answer, as my will is yours." Once I complete my Master's order, the darkness that was crowding my vision dissipates, my head clearing as I suck in lungful after lungful of air.
I see him move, but I'm too exhausted to track it, still struggling to catch my breath, my throat and lungs burning. Fabric suddenly wraps around my shoulders, infinitely softer than the rough hemp I usually wear.
"I'm sorry, Shiori. I didn't think this would happen." He slides a hand over my head, easing me forward so my head rests in the crook of his shoulder.
"If not to serve you, what will my duties be, Master Naga?" My voice is a bit muffled as I speak into his bare chest, but I'm still weak, and the hand sliding through my hair is quite soothing.
"You will be maintaining the grounds of the island, tending the koi pond, and accompanying me when I go out on environmental damage investigationsso Mia, Marcus, and Danum can complete their duties on the island more consistently."
I nod slightly and I feel him pull the tie loose from my hair, sending it tumbling, long and straight, down my back.
"Sleep now, you can begin your duties tomorrow." He murmurs, vibrations rumbling against my cheek as my eyes fall closed, curling into his warmth.
My master cards his long fingers through my hair, the smell of earth after rain and the warmth of his skin lulling me to sleep far better than the sounds and smells of the cramped slave quarters I've grown accustomed to.
He is my master, and I am bound by his command, so I just nod sleepily. "Yes, Master Naga."
The hand in my hair is so gentle it aches as my consciousness fades.
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