Passionate Servant

Chapter 2

She had a pep in her step as she walked up to the entryway of her home, crisp shopping bags of various colors and from various shops gripped lightly in her hands. Her mind replayed the events of the previous evening and a smile pulled at her red painted lips as His parting words slipped across her memories. Reaching the side door closest to her parked car, she relinquished her hold on a set of bags to gather her keys and unlock the door. Picking the bags back up, she stepped inside and kicked the door closed behind her. Not bothering to lock the door, she made her way through the kitchen and living room and up the stairs to the master suite that was her escape from the rest of the house during familial visits.

She stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, taking in the soft earth tones that greeted her and began to calm her: cinnamon colored walls, an eggshell white ceiling, sand colored carpeting, the multi-toned curtains and bedspread with Celtic designs in shades of browns and greens. The dresser and headboard of her bed were painted a dark shade of brown. With a soft sigh, she stepped through the threshold and began to lay the bags out on the bedspread.

Shifting slightly, she turned to her closet and pulled the double doors open to reveal a press of clothes. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips along the fabric of the dress she had worn last night, His scent, warm and becoming increasingly familiar to her, still lingering even after a run through the washer and dryer. Letting her fingers slip from the fabric, she began to sort through her closet, removing an assortment of clothing that she either never wore or never intended to wear again and throwing them into a pile. 'I'll bag them later and take them to Goodwill tomorrow,' she thought absently as the pile began to grow in size.

Twenty minutes later, she stared from her closet to the pile of clothes beside her, her hands resting lightly on her hips and she wondered why she had never done this before. The only clothes that remained in her closet was the dress she had worn the night before, a few pairs of slacks, and a handful of blouses that she knew looked good with her small frame and complexion. Shaking her head, she bagged the old clothes and, setting them aside, moved to the crisp shopping bags laid out on her bed and began to sort through the new assortment of clothing.

It wasn't until she glanced at the clock an hour and a half later that she realized how much time she had spent arranging her new wardrobe of dresses, pants, blouses, skirts, and jackets into her closet. Shaking her head at her absentminded nature, she grabbed her fluffy white robe - one of the few things she owned that was white, she realized - and padded into the master bathroom. Twisting the knobs to turn the water on in the walk-in glass shower, she began to mentally prepare herself for her next run in with the one whom she called Master. It amused her somewhat to realize she had never actually been given His name, but that Master is how she was continuing to think of Him.

With a mental shrug at the wayward thought, she quickly undressed and, after checking the temperature of the water, stepped into the shower. With her back to the spray, she tilted her head back and a soft groan escaped her parted lips as the hot water dampened her hair to make it cling to her lithe frame. 'Oh, Goddess, that feels GOOD,' her mind whispered in pleasure. 'It probably doesn't help that I'm sensitive from being surrounded by Master's scent for the past couple of hours,' her mind added in a purring tone as a shiver rippled through her body. Just thinking of Him had her body starting to respond.

With a sigh, she took a step forward and reached for her shampoo with a shaking hand. Less than a minute later, she was lathering her hair, the scents of lavender and chamomile adding to the dewy scent of the steam building around her. With a soft groan, she stepped back under the hot spray of water and letting the liquid to run in streams down her body.

Closing her eyes once again, she allowed her mind to wander. Images of Him flashed in front of her and the ghost of His hands on her body pulled another groan from her parted lips. Her breasts became heavy, her nipples hardened to an almost painful degree, moisture pooled between her thighs, and the water streaming down her frame sent shivers throughout her body as her blood began to heat and burn through her veins. With a sharp cry, almost a sob, she stumbled backwards and slid down the shower wall to rest with her legs parted and her breath coming in small, quick pants. She tunneled her fingers through long, damn strands of raven black hair and slowly lowered them to slide down her neck and to her breasts.