Master, the guests have arrived for the evening’s entertainment,” she announced, her voice trembling slightly.
Aurora’s eyes snapped to the maid, the question forming on her lips before she could stop it. “Entertainment? What do you mean?”
The girl’s gaze remained downcast, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “The… the guests are here for the evening’s festivities, my lady,” she stuttered out. “They await your presence in the drawing room.”
Damian’s expression grew thoughtful. He leaned back against the pillows, stroking Aurora’s cheek with his thumb. “It seems we have a party to prepare for, my pet,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He kissed her forehead tenderly, his breath warm against her skin. “But first, I need to ensure you’re dressed appropriately. After all, you’re the belle of the ball tonight.”
Aurora’s eyes searched his, the anticipation building. She knew what that meant-another night of being put on display for his guests, another night of serving his desires. But the thought of seeing Luna again was like a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding her through the storm.
“But, Damian-” she began, her voice trembling slightly.
He silenced her with a firm, yet gentle press of his finger against her lips. “You’re mine now, Aurora. No one else will taste you, no one else will touch you.” His voice was a velvet promise in the steamy air, and Aurora’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes.
“But what about the guests?” she managed to ask, her voice shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Damian’s expression grew serious, his eyes darkening. “You are mine now, Aurora,” he said firmly. “No one else will touch you without my permission. Tonight, you will be displayed for them to see, but not to touch. Your body belongs to me, and only I will taste its sweetness from now on.”
The maid hovered by the door, her eyes darting between Aurora and Damian. Aurora felt a flicker of pity for her, knowing all too well the fear that lurked in the girl’s gaze. But she also felt a strange sense of power, knowing that she had something the maid did not-the master’s favor.
Damian’s hand slid from Aurora’s cheek, and she watched as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Go now,” he told the maid, his voice firm but not unkind. “Tell the staff to bring Luna here immediately. I’ll dress Aurora for the evening’s festivities. She’s to be treated with the respect befitting the lady of the house.”
The girl bobbed a hasty curtsy before retreating from the room, her eyes never meeting Aurora’s. Once the door clicked shut, Aurora found her voice again. “I should go to my room,” she murmured, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their encounter.
Damian’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist with surprising strength. “No, Aurora,” he said firmly, his grip unyielding. “You’ll sleep in my room from now on. You are mine, and I want you with me always.”
Aurora felt a shiver of fear mixed with excitement run down her spine. She had never been allowed to stay in the master’s chamber before, and she wasn’t sure what it meant for her future. “But… my things,” she protested weakly.
Damian’s eyes grew cold, his grip on her wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Your things are not needed here, Aurora. You are mine now, and I will provide everything you need. Clothes, jewelry, anything your heart desires-it will be yours, as long as you serve me well.”
Aurora’s eyes searched his, the reality of her new life sinking in. She knew that she had no choice but to accept his terms. With a deep breath, she nodded. “As you wish, my lord,” she said, her voice trembling.
Damian’s grip on her wrist loosened, and he leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her once more. When he pulled away, she was left breathless. He stood, his body a work of art as water droplets glistened on his taut muscles. Aurora couldn’t help but admire him, her eyes roaming his form hungrily.
“You stay here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I need to greet our guests. Make yourself presentable and await my return. We’ll continue our… discussion later.”
With that, Damian rose from the bed, his muscles flexing as he reached for a towel. Aurora watched him, her eyes tracing the water droplets as they slithered down his broad back and muscular thighs. He was a picture of power and dominance, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at being the object of his desire.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, Aurora noticed the way his clothes clung to him, outlining every contour of his body. He dressed with an air of nonchalance, slipping into his trousers and shirt as if it were second nature. Each movement was deliberate, a silent declaration of his control over her.
Aurora lay back on the bed, the plush comforter a stark contrast to the coldness that had once enveloped her. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him, her heart racing with the excitement of their newfound understanding. The bruises from their previous nights of passion were a constant reminder of her submission, but the pain was now a badge of honor, a symbol of her belonging to him.
Damian’s footsteps grew fainter as he left the room, leaving Aurora alone with her thoughts. She reached down to gently touch the tender flesh between her thighs, feeling the lingering ache from their lovemaking. A small moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing through the silence like a secret confession.
The anticipation of seeing Luna again filled Aurora with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She knew that her friend had seen her in this state of undress before, but now, everything felt different. Now, Aurora was not just Damian’s plaything-she was his chosen mistress, a position that came with privileges and responsibilities she was still trying to navigate