Personal (BxB)

Chapter 2

"Wait. Y... you mean..."

"That's right," Ben interrupted, "I would like to share a bed with you."

I was shocked to say the least. Being a Personal was a huge honor. It meant you were practically married to your master. But I've never had any of my masters attracted to me at all. They barely wanted to be in the same room as me, let alone the same bed. If this person was serious about me being his Personal, then that would mean I would follow his and only his orders and commands.

I could feel myself blushing as Ben continued to carry me for what seemed like hours. When he stopped he set me down and cut the ropes binding my wrists. Only then did I notice how tall he was. I stood at a short 5'7" and Ben stood easily at 6'2".

"Wow," was all I said as I tried to see his face by standing on my tiptoe, causing Ben to chuckle again.

"You alright there, shortie?"

I pouted, making Ben release this loud deep chested laugh before he ruffled my hair and turned me around to see his house. Or should I say, mansion. It was as massive as he was. As I was staring, two other servants ran out of the house towards us while a third walked out calmly. I immediately took cover behind Ben. Big mistake. The two servants all ran into Ben's arms causing him to topple over with me underneath him. I squawked as as I was squished between the ground and my werewolf master. I groaned and heard two thuds as Ben apparently tossed the other two off him and got up off me.

"Sorry about that, Allen," Ben apologized with a sheepish grin as he picked me up and set me on my feet.

"We're sorry as well," the other two servants said, bowing their heads.

The one who walked up was a male that was 5'10"  with blonde shaggy hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a dark grey suit and had a key attached to his belt. I guessed he might be the steward.

The other was a female who was as tall as me and had raven hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a blue and white maid outfit, so I guessed who she was easily.

The last one was as smaller than me and had light brown hair and wore a muslin tunic with denim pants and a straw hat. Gardener.

"These are Terry," the steward, "May," the maid, "and Henry," the gardener. "They have been servants and friends for close to five years now," Ben said.

I bowed respectfully. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

"He's so polite," May noted in her Scottish accent.

"Indeed. And quite a fine looking young man," Terry said in a light English accent.

"Burn marks," Henry pointed out. "Polite, good-looking, burned. Was Marquis Amon your previous master?"

I shuddered and hugged myself at the mention of the horrid demon. I felt a large hand stroke my back and I calmed down. When I looked at the owner of the hand, I saw Ben with a saddened look on his face. Was he upset over the pain I had been through? I was distracted by another feature of his that I hadn't noticed. His ears. They were wolf ears sticking out of the top of his head. I motioned with my finger for him to come lower. When he did, I rubbed the ears and tugged at them gently to make sure they were real. I heard giggling from May and Henry and immediately stopped, blushing furiously.

Ben stood back up and put his arm around me as he lead me into my new home.