“The Saint and the Sinner” - James & Isolde
slaveofyourdesires:
Brown eyes seemed to brighten at his mention of a pool. She smiled, a piece of her old life coming back to her, no matter how minuscule it seemed to be. Isolde appreciated the effort her Master was making. It appeared she lucked out. His smile was handsome, but she was not yet captivated by the man. Isolde knew better than that. Though it wasn’t apparent, her guard was up high. She’d let him believe that she was comfortable, that she trusted him—if only to make her living here more bearable. And when he would snap? When he would show his worst parts and not the friendly man he was now? She wouldn’t be disappointed as her expectations wouldn’t be set in the first place. Nodding, she got up as he wished and followed beside the man. He was much taller than her, she noticed finally. The dark tresses of his hair were tousled haphazardly and she realized it was a nice look for him. Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “No, Master..” she blinked. They were all taken away before her residency in the House of Saints. But he didn’t need to know that—he probably didn’t want to know it, she thought, continuing her pace beside him. Her eyebrows raised for a moment at his offer. She nodded. Of course he would want his toy to be presentable at all times. She understood. “Thank you, Sir.” She smiled brightly at him as they made their way through his lavish home. She was careful not to gawk at her surroundings lest she wanted him to perceive her as nosy.
He asked about how it was in the House and her lips pouted in contemplation. Licking her lips, eyebrows furrowed as she debated whether to employ euphemisms to her descriptions. “It’s well.. You’re right. It’s no hotel, Master.” She nodded. “It’s crowded, to put it nicely. And the staff isn’t exactly the kindest.” Fighting the urge to shudder at the memories of some of the members, she looked away from him, averting his demanding gaze. He’d recaptured her attention as he revealed her room to her. Withholding a sigh, she marveled at how different this room was from her previous one. Eyes widened, but the shock never reached her full lips. An amused smile appeared on her face as she caught the end of his sentence. “I’d never, Master,” she said, turning her attention to him once more, her voice quiet, but serious all the same. She watched as she moved. James Evander would never lose reign of her interest, she thought. And while she hadn’t warmed up to him just yet, he was doing a damn good job of making sure she would. When he moved closer to her once more, eyes never broke connection with his. He was absolutely magnetizing and Isolde for the life of her couldn’t figure out why. It must have been the slave complex that she’d heard so much about. Was the involuntary need to wait on this man’s hand and foot there within her? She didn’t know yet, but she’d try her very best to please him. The woman remained still as his hand reached for her. Words ran through her mind, eager to depart from her lips, but no sound emulated from her other than her quiet breathing as he placed a stray tress of hair behind her ear. “Thank you..” she said weakly, eyes falling to the floor.
“Just call me James, alright? There’s no need for formalities. Besides, I’d rather have you call me Master under different circumstances.”
Looking up at him, she nodded. “Yes.. James.” He’d told her of this before during their first encounter at the slave house, but she couldn’t help it. They’d trained her to behave a certain way in order to please her potential masters and she stuck to it. Her heart thudded more quickly in her chest as he moved towards her. She remained still, unaware of the intentions of her new master. When his warm lips touched the flesh of her neck, she nearly sighed with relief that it was just that—a kiss. A smile formed on her lips once more as she looked to him. “Thank you,” she beamed, watching him slip out of her door and to another part of the house. When she was sure her Master was gone and wouldn’t need her for anything any time soon, she walked into the bathroom. Though she’d cleaned up before leaving the house, there was nothing more she wished to do than to simply wash away the experience of the House from her skin. She wanted badly to forget it all—to cleanse herself from the memories of being confined in the place where humans were sold as nothing more but objects. Quickly, she freed herself of the clothes that she adorned, the flannel shirt and jeans she wished to desperately escape. She folded the clothes in a neat pile on the pristine floor of her bathroom. Her bathroom. That would be something to get used to, she thought as she turned the shower on. It wasn’t long before the space began to fill with steam and she slipped inside.
Soothing was the hot water as it ran along her skin and she sighed with relief. Such an improvement it was from the bone-chilling showers of the House. Scrubbing herself thoroughly, she lathered her body in soap, her hair in shampoo. No matter how free of the House she wished to be, it would never leave her. Would it ever? The least she could do was make the best of her new life with her young and handsome master. Even still, she didn’t know what he wished of her. Companionship, as he said, held many meanings. When Isolde was first made into a slave, she expected to be a house maid, honestly. The girl had prayed that she wouldn’t have to serve the sexual needs of some old and scary Master. But when her eyes took in the sight of James Evander, she figured that maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. A blush crept upon her cheeks as if her new Master knew the thoughts she was thinking of him. Shaking the thought from her head, she shut off the water, drying herself and her hair as she slipped into a change of clothes. Fixing herself up a bit, she wanted to look presentable for her Master. Long brown waves were still slightly damp from her shower and the scent of the shampoo radiated from the tresses as she slipped out of her room.
“M… James?” She spoke to the large house that was seemingly empty. Furrowed brows met her face as she looked around for her Master. Where had he gotten off to? His home was so big, Isolde was afraid she’d get lost if she ventured too far. Hearing a noise, she recognized it was a TV and walked toward the sound. The large wooden door was closed and she wouldn’t dare venture in without her Master’s permission. Her knuckles met the wood in light wraps. “James?” She tilted her head slightly. Suddenly she frowned. Maybe he wished not to be disturbed. Realization washed over her and she was nervous of upsetting the man. Backing away, she turned around to head back to the room he’d deemed as hers.
The man listened to each word that was produced out of the sweet fullness of his slave’s lips. It took a lot of effort for James to focus on what she was saying rather than how she looked as she was saying them. Brows knitted together in disapproval when Isolde admitted that the staff of the slave house didn’t have an approving attitude towards the slaves. He felt a twinge of anger that someone that worked in the House of Saints had treated his new slave in an inconsiderate manner. It didn’t matter to him that he didn’t own her while she still resided in the house. The ill-tempered brunet didn’t like picturing someone treating his possessive as if she were worthless. Briefly turning his head to take a full look at her, his mouth moved as his words fell from his tongue. “You don’t have to ever worry about being treated badly here. I’ll never let anyone treat you the way that you were treated back there.” James spoke in a tone full of sincerity. He didn’t know what it was. Looking at Isolde Marcelo lifted various amount of emotions to consume him. The flutter of her lashes, the depths of her brown hues, the tantalizing shape of his lips were physical qualities about her that he admired and despised all that the same time. She was a way to distract him of his past yet she was a reminder of it as well. What the fuck am I going to do with her, he cursed to himself as the anger of remembering his past lover resurfaced. Did he want to treat Isolde the same way that he treated the bitch that shattered his heart? Did he want her to make her suffer in the same manner that he wanted the bitch to suffer? James couldn’t place his finger on his reasons. But the last thing that he wanted to do was to hurt his slave. He simply desired to fix his mistakes through Isolde. Well, something along those lines at least.
Green irises examined the expression that was presented upon the tanned features of Isolde’s face as he took her into her living quarters. He smiled to himself, clearly feeling pleased with the fact that she took a turn of surprise from the room that she was to be referred to as hers. “Yes… James.” The goddess-like beauty spoke in a voice that was full of hesitancy. The sound of his name lingering in the space between them was something that he knew that he would want to hear on a daily occurrence. It was as if the sultriness of Isolde’s voice caressed his name, making him desire for her even more than he already did. Fingers itched to feel the shape of her mouth beneath his touch when he caught sight of that beaming smile, but he refrained from doing so. He needed to slow down his lustful desires for as long as he could. What he needed was to ease his way into things and to find everything there was to know about the gorgeous minx named Isolde.
Retreating back into his bedroom to leave his slave alone for a moment or two, he lounged on the leather couch and flipped aimlessly through the channels on the plasma screen. Eyes fluttered closed for a moment of clarity, and thoughts of picturing the woman’s sultry curves being showered with the warm beads of water coming out of the showerhead breezed through his mind. His position shifted for a second and he knew that if he continued on that trail of thought all self-control would be forgotten and he’d have his way with the brunette beauty, whether she wanted him to or not. The room grew quieter despite the white noise that filled the void. Sound ticking noises emulated from his watch and he glanced down at his wrist, remembering how his life had gone to shit. Don’t think about her, he advised himself. Thinking about the heartless bitch would lead to anger and anger would leave to him ruining any ideal ‘relationship’ with the woman who he now called his slave. The resemblance between his former lover and Isolde was uncanny. He only hoped that when his siblings would meet his new slave, they wouldn’t make any connections between her and his ex.
Toned biceps were relieved of the tension as the man stretched out his arms and released a loud groan. Becoming a master wasn’t something that he would expect to happen to him. What he expected was for that one woman to show him the same respect that he showed her. But no, he had to get fucked like the idiot that he was. Hearing a few knocks against his wooden door, he stood up and sauntered over to meet with his slave. “Hello you,” James started, stepping over the threshold. Bold hands closed the door behind him as he held out his free arm for Isolde to take. Licking his lips as he looked into the richness of her deep brown eyes, he started to lead them towards the stairs with the intention to show her the rest of the house. “Tomorrow night I’m taking you out to dinner. Does that sound good with you? We’ll have a good time.” Sending a panty-dropping grin her direction, he draped an arm over her shoulder and showed her into the entertainment room. She’ll warm up eventually, James thought quietly to himself and licked his lips once more as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
END
I’m horny as fuck right now.
adrienne—feoras:
Looks like it doesnt it. Maybe you should go find Isolde and have her fix that for ya
well why the hell not?! Everyone else seems to think they can! And damn right i’m kinky the same thing all the time is just fucking boring.
I’ll definitely think it over. It’ll put that sweet mouth of hers to good use. You’re such a smart cookie.
Ren, don’t be such a princess! We can’t all have everything. I can’t say I disagree with you on that statement. But what would you do if your slaves starting fucking each other without you joining in on the fun? Dun dun dun!
(Source: moanlouderformaster)
I’m horny as fuck right now.
slaveofyourdesires:
[Smiles] That sounds nice, Master. [Nods] Where were you thinking of going?
[Shakes his head] What did I say about using the formalities, huh sweetheart? Just call me James. That’s all. [Grins darkly] Provocateur Rouge sound like a nice place to shop?
(Source: moanlouderformaster)
“The Saint and the Sinner” - James & Isolde
slaveofyourdesires:
Brown eyes befell the face of her master and Isolde’s parted lips closed instantly. He was just as handsome as she remembered. Isolde wasn’t allowed to think those thoughts, was she? She stood straighter, tenser definitely as her name fell from his perfectly formed lips. The man’s larger hand took hers and his lips were warm against her skin. It seemed she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was completely magnetizing. That simple fact may have been what scared her the most. Silently, she followed him inside, her steps light, fear lining her every movement. She had a brief chance to glance around the area whilst withholding a sigh. It was strange, feeling so insignificant to another person—one she would have to become accustomed to. Taking a final glance back at the guards as her new Master closed the door, she mentally waved good-bye to her life at the House of Saints. This was her home now? With this man? There was so much to grasp in such little time. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come, let me take you inside and show you around.” She nodded. Licking her lips for a moment, she blinked. He was simply waiting for his new toy to arrive. That’s all that Isolde Marcelo had been reduced to.
When he asked her if she would like anything, Isolde almost automatically declined as he led her to the bar area. She obediently sat where he designated, still slightly afraid to speak. Looking up at him, she accepted the glass, her brown eyes meeting the cool and bright green of his. “Thank you, Sir.” She was careful not to mumble as she had been smacked too many times for that in the House. The way his tongue dragged itself across his lips along with his claim of wanting companionship caused a light pink to dust upon her cheeks. Isolde quickly averted his daunting gaze, hoping that her blush should not grow a deeper shade. Bringing the glass up to her lips, the wine was cold, a buttery taste lined the liquid and she felt somewhat relieved. At least her new Master seemed to have good taste. Careful not to drink too much, she took a small sip occasionally, her other hand rested on her lap.
Turning her full attention to him, brown eyes widened as he asked about her interests. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment in deliberation. “I..” she paused licking her lips. “I’ve always liked to cook,” she smiled, the nervousness seemed to ebb away with each passing moment. Still, her guard remained up, prepared for anything her Master should wish to throw her way. What if he didn’t find her answers acceptable? What if they weren’t to his liking? Would the seemingly kind, handsome man send her back to that of the House of Saints? Isolde didn’t know if she would prefer that or not. “I enjoy sports. Volleyball and swimming are my favorites, though,” She spoke carefully, trying to remember the parts of her old life and what she used to be like. She didn’t do much else besides shop and enjoy the luxury her father swathed her in. Of course, the girl was curious about the man sitting before her but she wouldn’t dare ask a thing. It wasn’t her place, after all. “Is there..” she spoke, rising her eyes to meet his yet again. “Is there anything else you wish to know, Master?” Isolde asked, slightly tilting her head in inquiry at the man. There was nothing she could hide from him for he owned her.
The man’s intense emerald speckled irises looked at the stunning figure that sat before him before placing the glass to his lips. The cool sensation that came from the savory liquid cascaded down his throat, warming his insides and putting him at ease. Dark eyes drank in the features of his slave’s uniquely crafted face. He could read a sense of anxiety creating creases along her forehead and James wanted nothing more than to soothe her anxiousness away. Eager ears listened to the velvety sound of her warm voice as she thanked him. His eyes fell upon her once more and he took notice of a pale shade of scarlet sweeping across her flawless flesh. A warm grin tugged at the muscles of his mouth for he found pleasure in knowing that he had some kind an effect on her. Syllables after syllables escaped the tip of her tongue as she spoke of her interests, and James felt captivated from just hearing her speak. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman truly piqued his interest the way that Isolde was doing at the very moment. Hell, she was only talking about playing sports, a useless and unnecessary piece of information, yet he committed every word to memory. The way that the seductive curve of her mouth formed the words that she wanted to speak of made so many salacious thoughts of things to do with that mouth of hers to run through his head. But James knew that he had to keep his intentions and desires behind closed doors. At least for now, he added silently to himself.
“It looks like we have some things in common, Miss Isolde. My family and I are very big on sports. Also, I have a pool in the back. You’re welcome to put it to good use whenever you feel like swimming,” he replied in a low tone of voice with a tempting smile playing upon his lips. Simply imagining Isolde’s mouthwatering curves swimming across the length of the pool made the man even hungrier for her. Gulping down the last sip of the white wine, he set the glass on top of the counter and moved around the bar to where his enticing young slave sat. “Is there anything else you wish to know, Master?” Scanning the shade of brown orbs looking directly into his green hues, he shook his head and smiled warmly at her. For now he felt satisfied with the small piece of information that she revealed to him. Besides there were others things that he wanted to know about her. Those questions being what she liked to do in bed, what turned her off, what made her scream for more. “I’m sure that we’ll get to know more things about each other later on. Right now, I want to show you the rooms upstairs. So follow me.” Nodding his head as a gesture for her to get up and start following him, he turned his body around, leading them back to the entrance of his home.
A medium sized duffle bag lay on the wooden floor and James picked it up in a swift manner before tossing it over his shoulder. He frowned to himself as he felt how light her possessions were. “You don’t have a lot of things, do you?” He asked, turning to look at Isolde. The man was never too fond of shopping. He had people to do that for him. Whenever his sister would pester him into having a shopping day with her, he could think of nothing else except for wanting to blow his brains out. However, now that he had a woman in his possession, well, he wanted to take care of the things that belonged to him. “I’ll take you shopping sometime this week, okay? You can buy whatever you find appealing.” Taking her shopping might even be a fun little escapade, especially in the lingerie department. Grinning to himself at the thought, he reclaimed his focus and proceeded to show her around the place. With an easy grace, one leg moved in front of the other, as he started moving up the stairs. Various paintings hung on the walls as well as a few pictures of him and his family members. “Up here we have the entertainment room, the library, laundry room, and three bedrooms. One of the rooms that I’m about to show you is yours,” he voiced as he reached the landing area of the second floor. “Speaking of rooms, what was it like living in the House of Saints? I can’t imagine it resembling a five start hotel…” James inquired, raising a brow in direction to Isolde. Turning to the left of the hall, he headed to the cherry stained wooden door at the end of the hall. Looking back at his new slave, he smiled mischievously to her as he pushed the door open to the Parisian themed bedroom. A white four poster canopy bed instantly came into view and the queen sized bed was covered with floral bedding that Genevieve insisted that he purchased. Walking into the room, he placed the duffle bag on the floor. “This is your room now and you’re free to change things however you want. You have a bed, a bookcase, and a balcony…Just make sure that you don’t try to sneak out on me,” James said as his eyes met with hers, a small threat lining his words at the end.
“Over here you have the bathroom…” Striding across the room and pushing the white doors opened to reveal the lavish bathroom. A small shower stood against the wall as a medium sized bathtub was placed next to wide French windows that were draped with pale rose colored curtains. “Everything is pretty complete here. Like I said, it’s your room now so you can do whatever you want in it.” James took a few steps up to Isolde, his eyes gauging her reaction of what he was showing her. He wanted so badly to forget about giving her a tour of the house. Fingers itched with desperation to feel the warmth of her skin upon his fingertips. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, he cupped the side of her face. “Just call me James, alright? There’s no need for formalities. Besides, I’d rather have you call me Master under different circumstances.” His tone low as his face leaned in to place a soft kiss on her neck. “I’ll leave for a while. You go ahead and let you get cleaned up a bit. I’ll be right down the hall once you’re finished. I’ll show you the rest of the house until then.” With a quick brush of his lips to the back of her hand, he turned on his heel and exited through the way that he first entered the room. A twinge of the man didn’t want to leave the enticing beauty all alone, however, he didn’t want to smother her upon first meeting. Not when he had the desire to keep her for a very long while. Moving past the entertainment room and past the second guest bedroom, he opened the doors of the master bedroom and sat against the sofa with the television turned on, waiting for his slave to finish primping while lustful thoughts developed in his brain.
I’m horny as fuck right now.
katherineolivier:
Sounds like your slave’s not doing a very good job at pleasing her master; hopefully mine will be that forgiving- once I get one, that is.
I’m doing excellent. Just getting ready to head out to a club in a few. Do you have any plans for tonight?
Trust me, my patience will wear thin eventually. You’re a slave? What’s a slave doing heading to the club? Last I checked, unclaimed slaves weren’t permitted to leave the grounds.
Nope, nothing currently lined up for tonight. I might take my slave to the Lanterns Lounge—still thinking about it.
(Source: moanlouderformaster)
I’m horny as fuck right now.
adrienne—feoras:
I’m kidding relax. And aren’t you always?
Hmm maybe one of each? I’m not into weak men though so they’d have to be the fiery type the girl could be a bit submissive but still fiery in her own right. Any suggestions?
You know me so well. And yes…I remain forever hard.
This isn’t Baskin Robbins, Adrienne. You can’t have all thirty-one flavors. [Laughs] I take it that you want one male and one female? You’re so kinky.
(Source: moanlouderformaster)
I’m horny as fuck right now.
katherineolivier:
That sucks, and not even in the good way. I’m Katherine.
Oh, what I would give for a good sucking right about now. Afternoon, Katherine. How are you doing today?
(Source: moanlouderformaster)
