Master's Little Pet

chapter 13

Lydia's cheeks burned under Luther's intense gaze, and she struggled to find a reason to escape his presence. "I-I'll just return to my quarters, Master," she stammered, attempting to step away.

Luther's hand on her shoulder held her in place, his fingers digging gently into her skin. "Not so fast, Lydia," he whispered, his breath dancing across her ear. "You can't flee from me that easily."

Lydia's heart skipped a beat as Luther's words wrapped around her like a gentle warning. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her senses on high alert.

"Why do you flee, Lydia?" Luther asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you not know your place?"

Lydia's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I apologize, Master. I didn't mean to—"

Luther's fingers tightened on her shoulder, his grip firm but not unkind. "You owe me, Lydia," he reminded her, his voice laced with a subtle intensity. "You owe me your life, your loyalty, and your obedience."

Lydia's cheeks heated as Luther's words struck a chord within her. She knew she was bound to him, a servant to her master. The reminder made her feel vulnerable, exposed.

"Do not forget your place, Lydia," Luther whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I am your master, and you will not disobey me. You will not flee from me."

Lydia's breath caught as Luther's words wrapped around her like a gentle warning. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of fear and something else – something she couldn't quite define.

Luther's gaze seemed to burn into her skin, his eyes piercing the shadows that hid her true feelings. Lydia felt like a trapped bird, her wings beating against the cage of her servitude.

And yet, a part of her wondered if she truly wanted to fly free.

Lydia's emotions swirled in turmoil, unsure of how to respond to Luther's possessive gaze. She felt like a ship torn between opposing tides, her heart pulled in conflicting directions.

Luther's words echoed in her mind: "You owe me your life, your loyalty, and your obedience." The truth in his statement made her feel small, vulnerable.

Luther's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if sensing her turmoil. His grip on her shoulder relaxed, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin.

"Lydia, do you understand?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You are mine now. Body and soul."

Lydia's breath caught, her mind racing with the implications. She felt trapped, caught in a web of servitude and desire but she liked the feeling.

Luther's expression transformed, his serious gaze giving way to a charming smile. "Ah, Lydia, I think you've worked enough for today. Come, give your master a massage. My shoulders still ache from yesterday's work."

As if his previous words had been mere fantasy, Luther shed his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. Lydia's eyes widened, her mind reeling from the sudden shift.

"Your master's muscles are quite knotted, I assure you," Luther said, his voice dripping with amusement. "See to it, Lydia."

Lydia's hands trembled as she approached Luther, unsure of what to make of his mercurial mood. She began to massage his shoulders, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his skin.

Luther's sigh of relief was audible, his eyes closing in appreciation. "Ah, Lydia, you have a gift. Perhaps I'll have to keep you by my side more often."

As Lydia worked out the knots, she couldn't shake the feeling that Luther was playing a game with her, one she didn't fully understand. His words still lingered in her mind, a reminder of the power dynamic between them.