●°❄ 《Obey Your Grandmaster》❄ °●

(1)

When he enters, his imposing presence chills the house even more, clad in the iconic Lin Kuei attire.

You kneel, head bowed. The click of his heeled boots against the cold floor echoes in the room as he approaches, a shadow passing over your body with his long strides. He stands over you, waiting a moment for you to begin your nightly duties.

Your knees began to ache from the hard floor, but you can't let his irritation distract you. Once again, the tension in the air seems to intensify when you speak, knowing that your very voice brings you closer to punishment. "Welcome home, Master."

He eyes you up and down slowly, his expression is cold and distant as usual. Your cheeks flush as you remain kneeling before him, trying not to fidget with your hands. You're so relieved when his cold hand touches your cheek, running his gloved fingers down your jawline. His touch isn't gentle, but it's an acknowledgement of his authority, at least. A breath of relief, and then - you're lifted from the floor by the collar of your robe.

He doesn't say anything as he carries you to the sofa, laying you down like he would a helpless child.

"What's for dinner, Woman?"

You jumped up at the sudden break in his stoic silence. His eyes are cold as he stares down at the top of your head, but despite his harsh words, you can't deny that tingle down your spine. Your hand reaches out to smooth your hair, but you stop when his foot rests against your arm. As you look up, a tiny smirk lifts his lips.

"You're the one who prepares the meals, aren't you?"

His tone remains even, but his words bite like a whip. His foot begins to apply just enough pressure to hold you in place as his hand slides up your neck to grasp your chin, holding your gaze steady. You've never felt this way before, but your heart pounds in your chest; the air around you is thick with unspoken words. Your voice is barely a whimper.
"Sir, the soup's almost done. I'll bring it in soon."

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your answers short, Woman?"

The harsh words are like a slap at your cheeks as you shrink back. His foot presses against your arm a little more firmly than before.
"Sir. I'm sorry, sir!" Your voice is trembling as your knees press together, trying to make yourself appear as small and submissive as possible.

"I won't have you speaking back at me in this house. Do you understand me Woman?"

You nod vigorously, glancing up briefly to see the cold expression on his face. Your answer seems to satisfy him for the moment, and his foot lifts off your arm. His hand moves from your chin to your head, his fingertips digging into your cheeks a little bit harder than usual.

"Now go to the kitchen until I call for you."

The command comes like a clap of thunder, a cold wind to drive you to do his bidding. You hurry to get up, grabbing your robe tightly around your body as you scamper away to the kitchen. Tears threaten behind your clenched eyes as you start to prepare your master's dinner, your hands shaking a little as you cut the vegetables. His presence is like a ghost haunting the room behind you.

Even though you can't see him, you can imagine him waiting, arms crossed over his chest as he impatiently taps his foot. The pressure of his harsh gaze is a physical weight against your back. You feel his cold hands on your throat, even though you know they're not there. Your mind races as you cut the carrots a little too roughly, but you do manage to get his meal ready. Your legs feel weak as you move towards the dining room.

Master's seated at the table as usual. You feel his eyes burning into you as you set his plate down before him. Despite your nerves, it's second nature for you to sit and place your hands in your lap. Your legs quiver as you focus on his expression, waiting for his approval.

"Go fill my cup, and do not spill anything this time."

Your hands clench into fists as your legs tremble beneath the table. The words are like a punch to the gut, but you swallow your pain as you move around the table to stand over his shoulder. Your throat is dry as you hold the cup of chilled sake over his shoulder, but you manage to pour the alcohol into his goblet without spilling a drop. No amount of spilled sake brings you relief, however; your master's cold hand grips your thigh, pinning you in place.

Your heart's thudding in your ears as his cold hand travels along your thigh, moving slowly up to your chest. You know your master doesn't hesitate when he wants something, so you're surprised when he stops. "Sir?" Your question hangs in the heavy air before he finally speaks.

"Your dress is too loose. You'll make yourself cold."

Your hand reaches up to the neckline of your robe without being commanded to. Your fingers feel hesitant as your gaze lowers, but you can't deny the rush in your chest when you realize what he's suggesting.

"Unbutton it for me."

You nod, a wave of heat flushing over your skin when you realize that you're about to expose yourself like a servant to your master. Your hands move to the front of your robe slowly, taking your time with each button to savor this moment between you. When you unzip the top of your robe, you can feel his eyes examining every inch of exposed skin. You lower your gaze to the floor, waiting for him to give you an order.

"Pull it back."

Your hand grips the bottom of your robe, pulling it away to expose your pale skin to the cold air. Your heart's pounding as your master finally speaks again, his tone still completely even and dispassionate. "Take off your robe."

"Yes, sir."

Your hand reaches around to the tie of your robe, loosening it first before you slide your robe off completely. Now all that separates your pale skin from the cold air is your nightgown. A tiny gasp leaves your lips as you realize how exposed you are beneath your master's unrelenting gaze. Your heartbeat pulses through your veins like fire, and you can feel the blood rushing through your body. Your hands reach out slowly as you step towards him. His presence makes your nerves go wild, but you're determined to do whatever he asks of you.