Her hand was hot. It was so soft. I ran my fingers over her palm and heard her breathing change. I saw her light skin go red. I wanted to touch it.
Lifting my hand, she went still. I moved my fingers closer and pressed them against her skin. It was soft like her hand. No, softer. And it was warm.
Her hand moved in my hand. Before she could pull it away, I picked it up and pressed it against my cheek.
I closed my eyes. It felt just like last night. I felt just as good.
Her breathing got faster and faster, and I opened my eyes when her other hand pressed on my other cheek.
Something inside of me cooled. The rage that always ran through my veins calmed. It was still there, I could feel it bubbling under the surface, but her warm hand had calmed it. I took a deep breath. There was no pain, no poison, just the feeling of her.
“I…” My eyes snapped open when she spoke. Master did not let us speak. But her voice … it sounded strange. It made me want to listen, even if it was forbidden.
I watched her swallow. I watched her eyelashes flutter and my chest tightened. She was … she made me feel … I was unsure …
“I came to wash your hair,” she said. I closed my eyes. Her voice. Her voice was different, sounded different to Master’s, but I … I liked hearing it.
Suddenly, I felt her hand touch my hair. When I opened my eyes, she was kneeling up in front of me. Her gentle hands were touching my hair.
“It’s so long,” she said. I frowned. Her hair was long, too. Was my hair being long bad?
I did not allow my eyes to leave her face. I couldn’t look away. Her face was … it did something to how I felt inside. My chest tightened. My stomach clenched, and I felt my cock get hard. I wanted her to touch me again. I wanted her to stroke my cock again like she did before.
But I forgot wanting that from her when her lips moved and she smiled. My lips parted and I dropped her hand. But her smile dropped, too.
No. I didn’t want that.
“Are you okay?” she asked again, her kind voice washing over me. It made me feel warm. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt warm. It was always cold in my cells. In this cell. I didn’t want to be cold anymore. I liked feeling this way. With her.
A pain stabbed at my head, causing my body to bend forward. I saw someone smiling in my mind, it felt like I knew them. I heard people laughing … and it was warm.…
Gasping one final time, the pain left me. The female was next to me, touching my arm. Master’s female’s face wasn’t smiling anymore. But I needed her to smile.
I turned her quickly, and holding her by both arms, I pulled her to my chest. A shocked sound came out of her mouth as I held her against my skin.
My cock hardened again. I liked her against me. I glanced down to see her tits pushing against my chest. I heard her breathing change and a redness crept up her neck and onto her face.
Smile, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to see her smile again.
Releasing one of my hands from her arm, I touched my fingers to her lips. They were pink and full. I wanted to touch them further, but I wanted her to smile more. Master and his guards didn’t smile.
I nodded my head toward her mouth, tapping my fingers against her lips. She frowned and reached up to take my hand. “What do you want?” she gently asked.
I pulled my hands free and tapped on her lips again with my fingertips. She sighed and leaned her head farther forward. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t. Master never allowed me to speak. I shook my head at the female and sat back on my heels.
Master’s female moved away and came back with her water. She held up some bottles. “Will you let me wash your hair?”
I touched my hair with my fingers. I couldn’t understand why she wanted to wash it. Her hand touched my shoulder. “Will you let me? I’d like to,” she whispered.
Then she smiled.
Lurching to my knees, I brought her close and touched her lips and nodded my head.
Her eyes searched mine to understand, then she sucked in a breath and her lips spread into another smile. “You want me to smile? You like it when I smile?”
Nodding, I moved closer and ran my fingers along her lips. She let me touch her. She let me look at her smile, then she pressed her fingers to my mouth. She swallowed, then asked, “Can you smile?”
I pulled back and bowed my head. Master wouldn’t allow it. She followed me, and putting her finger under my chin, lifted my head. Confusion filled her eyes and her smile had disappeared.
I didn’t understand why her eyes were confused.
Her hand ran through my hair. “Let’s wash this, shall we?” she said in a broken voice.
I nodded and sat back. I didn’t understand why she looked sad.
I watched her get the water bowl and searched with my eyes for her chains. She didn’t have any. I next searched for her identity number. I couldn’t see one.
My eyebrows pulled down. I didn’t understand why she was here. All Master’s females wore chains, collars, or cuffs. She had none. Then my heart started to beat faster.
Had Master given her to me? Was she mine to keep?
Master’s female moved behind me and I heard water sloshing in the bowl. But I didn’t want her behind me. I wanted to watch her, look at her face. I wanted to feel warm. She made me feel warm.
Reaching behind me, I took hold of the female’s wrist. She froze and stopped breathing. I tugged on her arm and patted the floor in front of me.
She breathed out and relaxed. “You want me to stay in front of you?”
I nodded. She carried the water in front of me and smiled. I relaxed and she pulled out the round soft object that she’d cleansed me with yesterday.
Dipping it in the water, she pulled it out and the most amazing sound in the world slipped from her lips: a laugh. “This may get you wet. I hadn’t thought through how to actually do this down here.”
I was staring up at her, but I was frozen, my muscles seized on hearing her laugh. It didn’t sound like Master’s laugh. It didn’t make me angry, it made me feel. It made me feel full.
Water suddenly wet my head, the drops falling down my chest and onto my stomach. Master’s female leaned down to meet my eyes. “Is that okay?” She was smiling. She wanted me to answer, so I nodded my head.
Straightening, she continued to wet my hair. I heard the sound of something opening, and Master’s female put something that smelled nice into her hands, then onto my head. Her fingers lifted my long hair. She started running them over my head. She shuffled forward until she pressed against me.
I wanted to touch her. Lifting my hands, the chains rattled as I placed my hands on her waist. The female stilled, her fingers in my hair stilled, too. She took a deep breath, then continued. I closed my eyes at the feel of her touching my hair. The movements were making me relax.
My hands gripped her waist. She was so small, so soft.
I heard her breathing hitch and her fingers tightened in my hair. Eventually she stopped, and pulled back. I looked up at her face; it was flushed.
“I need to rinse it off now.” She held up the soft object, dripping with water and squeezed it over my head. I closed my eyes as the water ran down my face. My hair stuck to my face.
The female then took a towel and began drying my hair. She sat back and frowned. Something flashed across her face and she said, “I’ll be right back.”