On Planet Electa, many are born into slavery. Amyex is one of them. Unlike some, she loves her Master and would do anything to please him.
But he has fought the council to get her freedom back, something so few people in slavery ever achieve.
Amyex should be grateful for this gift, but the love she feels for her Master beats as strong as every pulse in her aching body. She needs him, wants him, and can't imagine a life of freedom alone.
Will her new status keep Amyex from having the one thing she truly wants?
His bedroom door was open, and she stepped onto the lush carpet and moved forward. It was quiet in the room, and goosebumps rose on her skin. No movement, no running water.
Where is he?
The bathroom was heated well, and the warm tiles beneath her bare feet made her gasp with pleasure. She turned as her master’s presence became obvious to her. His huge body filled one corner of the room, his torso naked and his worn leathers hugging his huge thighs.
He stared directly at her, and her belly tightened with desire. She pressed her thighs together and held her breath, waiting for him to comment on her hot and wet face.
“Step into the bath.”
She began to strip, her hands shaking as she pushed her skirt down her legs and lifted her thin singlet over her head. The hot climate on their planet made clothes nothing more than a status symbol and for the modesty of the wearer, but as she shed her simple clothes and turned to step into the tub, she was acutely aware of her master’seyes on her.
She’d never been naked in front of a man before, and her nipples tightened into little nubs of tingling sensation as she stepped into the warm water and sank beneath the white foam.
The heat surrounded her body, and her skin burned as though she were being touched from all directions.
A loud gasp and then a moan escaped her as she settled onto one of the seats by the side of the bath.
She nodded, keeping her back to her master as she slid her hands over her small, tight breasts. Her nipples ached as she stroked them gently.
“This will be one of our last moments together as master and slave, Amyex. Please try to answer with words.”
She twisted and stared at him as he dropped to his knees and picked up a small hand towel to wash her.
He was serving her, helping her.
That should be impossible.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and a lump formed in her throat. She turned away again, coughing to clear her vocal cords.
He wanted words from her. Speak!
“Ah, I am sorry, Master. Yes, it … ah does feel nice. Very strange.”
He chuckled softly, and a shiver coursed down her spine as the sound rolled around her. So rarely had she heard that noise but she flicked through the few memories she had of it. It meant he was very pleased, and now he was making that sound with her and they were alone, which meant that she made him happy.
Warmth spread through her chest, making her relax against the tub.