“I pushed you away…” She said, tears forming in her eyes, a single one tracing down her cheek, leaving a dark line of mascara. However, each night he would politely refuse and with a half smirking pout she would slink back to her room, sauntering nude to her own bed, her massive bust and full equipment bouncing slightly with each decidedly pronounced step, silently begging for his attention. I assure you master, they aren’t fake at all, they’re all natural.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes drifting down just for a moment at the impressive bust. And…” he trailed off. “You don’t play poker, do you?”
She shook her head. Master?”
He hesitated, then nodded with a smile, “Ah, sorry, I’ve never had a slave before…”
She smiled and stood for a moment, eyes moving quickly as they scanned over him, relief washing over her before she beamed at him, nodding eagerly, “It’s okay, I’ll help you get used to it.”
The next few days were… Interesting. Each morning she pushed her luck a little further. He steeled himself and felt a familiar thrill rise in his chest, the lust for something more than the bodily delights Lucille had on offer, a lust she couldn’t sate even if he let her.
