Caramel Part 2
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She was a puzzle to him. How something that pure and innocent could be that tantalizing, he had no idea. And she was all his- if only she knew just what the idea of her at his every command did to him. How had nobody else snapped her up? With a sweet little collar around her neck, and her cute little ass up in the air, as she bent down, tail flickering above her...She was a perfect choice, so overjoyed by every little thing he gave her, that he couldn't help but smile back at her. His mask was starting to crack, and he didn't know how long he could last without pouncing straight on her, and taking her right where she stood.
But he wouldn't take her tonight, he had promised himself. First she needed to learn her place, her many jobs as chef, maid, and general slave. When he had first walked into the pound, he had expected to pick up a couple of girls for the house, one for each job. He hadn't planned that he'd see one so different that he'd have to take her home, straight away. And he definitely hadn't expected to have such a problem with his control- normally that wasn't a problem. He normally loved to tease and entrance girls himself, watching them squirm as he knew exactly what to do to draw out the pleasure. Never before had he struggled with himself- she had woven her spell on him already, and it was important she didn't know. Otherwise, well, she'd never learn her position.
He had sent her downstairs for now, under the pretense of cooking the evening meal, to give himself some space. He had had to explain the kitchen to her, but he had managed to keep his distance. And as soon as he had got out of the room, he had started to regain his composure. He felt back in control, able to take what he liked, and she would wield...
Wait. Burning. Something was burning, he could smell it all the way from his bedroom. Cursing, he sprinted downstairs and ran to behind her, yanking her away from the fire. He could feel her soft fur underneath his touch, and she let out an almost silent moan as he brushed past her breasts, flushing bright red and turning her face away. He quickly turned in kind towards the disaster, switching the fire off, before looking at the mess in front of him.
It was obvious to him what the problem was. Plastic on the fire, who puts plastic on a fire? All that was left of the plastic jug he had specially hidden in the cupboard was a black mess, and fumes were clogging the room- at least that could be easily sorted. He pushed the nearby window open, and fresh air flooded in. Throwing the jug away to one side, he turned to her, giving her his full attention now everything else was dealt with. He was furious, and he tried to let every part of his emotion show on his face, wanting to show her just what her Master was like when mad.
But oh god, she was adorable. Her tail was tucked between her legs, and she was bent down, on the floor, her ears flattened against her head. He could see her shaking slightly, and she peeked up quickly, with one of those wide caramel eyes. Making eye contact, he let a snarl escape his lips, and her cheeks flushed again, as she swiftly looked down once again to the floor.
He was angry, and she didn't know what she'd done. The scene whizzed around her head with confusion, as she relived the moment when he had come crashing down to her, and touched her so roughly. She had never really used anything like this before, and after he had shown her just how to turn it on, he had stalked off, leaving her to puzzle out the strange machine, with the scorching flame. And up until the strange smell that scared and repulsed her had started, she had thought she was doing quite well!
But then he had yanked her aside, and she realised just how glad she was that it was her, how she didn't want him to touch anyone else like that. A flash of pure bliss raced through her mind, and it shocked her to the core. She had never thought that she would enjoy serving him like that, the lash always coming with the message of obeying your master. And right now, she didn't know what kind of man he would be: hard and cruel, or soft, gentle and caring.
And now she knelt on the ground, arms stretched out, in the most subservient position she could think of, waiting for the whack of her punishment. There was marks down her back where she had been disciplined before, patches where her fur was less, scars where the whip had been too strong. A small whimper escaped her lips, and she flicked her head up, to see his reaction. His stony scowl met her eyes, and she quickly turned away, hoping that act of rebellion wouldn't cost another lash.
"Caramel! Do you even know what you were doing?!" A small shake of her head answered his question, and he growled, unsure of what to say. It hadn't occurred to him that she'd be a useless cook, never mind that she wouldn't even know what cooking was...
"Look at me." She hesitantly raised her head, looking straight at him with those beautiful hypnotic eyes. He frowned at the sight of them, refusing to be captivated. "Looks like I'll have to cook for a bit then, just while you learn what to do. Why didn't you say something, you silly thing..."
His voice trailed off, as he was lost in thoughts whirling in his mind. If only she could understand them. Had he forgotten where his whip was? Her thoughts were confirmed as he left the room for a minute, calling over his shoulder a command for her to stay exactly where she was. Shivers darted through her, as she waited for him to return. This was always the worst part- not knowing the punishment that would come for her.
It was only a few minutes later when he returned, a chair in one hand, and a small piece of leather in the other. She shuddered at the sight of it, but at another glance, it was far too small to be a whip.
He put the chair down on the floor, away from where the fire had been, and patted the seat, an indication she could move. When she didn't jump up immediately, confusion clouding her face, he sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. He stepped over to her, and picked her up off the ground easily, ignoring her squirms and squeals, and tried not to be distracted by her soft luxurious fur in his hands. He slowly lowered her onto the chair, and scratched her softly behind the ear, watching her moan with uncontrolled satisfaction.
"Calm down, sweetie. I'm not going to whip you." She had closed her eyes while he massaged her softly, making soft purrs. He lent in, so close she could feel him on her neck, and kissed her softly, sending shivers down her spine. "Caramel, relax for me. I know you made a mistake, but we can make it better, alright? I'm not going to send you back just because you can't cook. You'll learn."
She turned around and gazed at him, disbelief and adoration obvious in her face. It was unbelievable! She had never expected that he would keep her after that, and that he would seem so kind. Why wouldn't he get rid of her, she was just a slave! But she could tell already, she wouldn't want anyone else. He had a hauntingly memorable voice, sexy and resonating in her ears. She could feel herself quiver when he whispered in her ear, his voice going straight to her heart.
"Now please, just stay calm for me. I'm going to get rid of this scrap of a collar they left on you. It's horrible, and I think it'll help you forget about that awful place you came from."
As he fumbled round her neck, he could feel her trying not to move, trying not to squirm out of his grasp. It was sweet to see just how much effort she was putting into serving him, and for that, he kissed her forehead, while scratching her ear again- she purred a lot more than she realised, and that had to mean she was enjoying it! He slipped the newer collar on, stepping back to admire the beautiful yellow stones that lit up the night black leather. It matched perfectly with her fur, and he grinned, running out of the room quickly, to grab a mirror. As he brought it back, he saw she hadn't moved at all, waiting for him attentively, her ears pointed straight up as her tail wagged with happiness.
"Have a look, my Caramel. It suits you, don't you think? My present to you, a housewarming thing, if you want. So what do you think? You may speak now."
She stuttered and gazed at herself in the mirror. It changed so much, she hadn't even realised. And her face seemed full of happiness, happiness and joy. The signs of her enslavement were already starting to fade, with the first sign of her miserable life gone already. She glanced up, into his expectant face, and grinned, showing her teeth like she had always been told not to do.
"It's ...it's perfect, Master. I love it...How did you know what would suit me?"
He smirked, and shook his head. He wasn't going to tell her that he'd had it before, knowing that the perfect slave would fit with it. He'd loved it in the shops, and now he'd seen it around her neck, he knew she was perfect for him. It lit up her eyes, and glistened when the light glanced the stones.
"I just had a hunch, my Caramel. Now, you're going to have a learn a bit about all your jobs, if you're to stay. You understand? You'll have to learn to cook, and greet me as I return when I've gone out. Tidy the house, and do the occasionally errand. And then, if there's anything else I can think of, you must do it without questioning."
She was nodding slowly, a blush spreading to her cheeks as he mentioned cooking; had it really been that much of a disaster?
"M-Master..?" Her voice came out as nothing more than a whimper. How did she know when she was allowed to speak, even if it was for a query?
"Yes, Caramel? I hope this is important. I do not normally tolerant interruptions." His message was harsh and strong, but he hoped his tone didn't give his feelings away. He tried to sound annoyed, and mad, but somehow it didn't quite get there.
"What if I don't understand what I have to do? Like just now...There's so much I don't know..." Her eyes started to well, and frustration was obvious on her face. She was so infuriated at herself, making such a mess on the first day. And he had to comfort her; if there was one thing he couldn't handle, it was tears.
"Shush, shush. Speak up, and ask me if you don't understand. I suppose it is always better to be sure, then have a mess. You have my permission. Anything else about your jobs?"
She shook her head quickly, looking down at his feet. It was part of her nature now to look down, and he had to tilt her chin upwards, so he could watch her intoxicating eyes.
"Good. You have seen where you'll sleep. I'll ask you to clean yourself at least once every other day. I cannot stand uncleanliness. And you may only eat after I have served you, and this'll normally be after, or while, I'm eating. You could say it would depend on whatever mood I'm in."
He paused, closing his eyes as he thought, trying not to miss anything out while not thinking of her in his shower. But all he could imagine was the image of her cleaning herself, the running water slipping down her gorgeous body. And he would have this every other day. Dammit, this was going to be hard.
Who was to know she had the exact same thoughts, imagining herself rubbing his back, as she wrapped her tail around him, letting the water fall all around them together. She would make him relax, and then clean him from head to toe; just like a good slave should. He hadn't said it, but she was sure that's what he implied. And if it was anyone but him, she would be dreading it. But with his sexy voice, his loving touch, and his oh-so-gorgeous body, well. Why shouldn't she enjoy her new Master?