Yes Master 2

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Loki entered Nicole's chambers. The first thing he saw was her. She was lying on her bed, sound asleep.

He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. He watched her intently for a moment. She had changed into a dark blue nightgown that fit snugly around her upper body and loose on her lower body. It had a slit that went up high, stopping at her upper thigh, showing off the golden brace around her left leg. It had long, sheer sleeves.

She was even more beauteous when she was resting. He hated to wake her. He wanted to lie down next to her and hold her in his arms. But he had to. He put his veiny hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. "Slave? Wake."

She stirred and her eyes fluttered opened. She looked up at him sleepily. "Master?"

"Wake up, slave."

"Master," she repeated, "I apologize for falling asleep. I was tired."

"No need to apologize. It's quite alright."

She sat up and wrapped her arms around his torso, embracing him. "I missed you."

"I know you did," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, returning the embrace.

She let go of him and put her hands on his chest. "I missed you so much. I am so glad you're back." She began to play with the buttons on his green vest. "I wish you never had to leave me."

He had noticed that her admiration for him had increased substantially ever since her last punishment of being locked in her special cell. It made him happy. He loved being admired. Especially by her.

"If I could stay with you night and day, I most certainly would," he cooed, gazing into her eyes tenderly. "But I cannot. I am a busy man."

"I yearn for you intensely every time you leave. I crave you. Your voice. Your touch. And your...er..." she glanced down at his lower body, a sheepish smile across her face. "Manhood."

He raised an eyebrow, surprised about how blunt she had just been. "I'm...flattered. Truly."

She noticed that his vest was a little damp and took her hands off of him. "Why is your vest damp?"

"It was snowing in Midgard."

"Snowing?" she said, more to herself than to him. She had not seen snow in such a long time. She missed it.

"Yes," he said, letting go of her small waist. "Never mind that, though. I need your help with something."

"Do you need me to satisfy you?" she asked eagerly.

"What? No," he replied, dumbfounded. "Not now."

"Then what do you need my help with?"

He stood and put a hand out for her to take. "Come."

She took it and he led her out of the room. After going down a few floors of the castle and then walking around a bit, he stopped them at a large golden door with intricate details all over it. She recognized the door. It belonged to the healing room.

"Why are we at the healing room?" she questioned curiously.

"You will see," he replied. He unlocked the door with a wave of his hand and opened it. They entered.

Once inside, Nicole instantly noticed something out of the ordinary. In the middle of the small room, on a stone table, was a girl. She was unmoving. She had gold straps around her wrists and ankles.

Nicole's eyes widened, realizing who she was. "You've captured the other slave?"

Loki smiled widely. "Yes. At last."