Inhaling, my breath coming in short and tense as I look as I stepped out of the limo and walk up to the mansion doors.
"Trent, its me, open.", I said, my body being tense and rigid from a long day.
As the door open I nodded to Trent, acknowledging him as he held the door open.
"Welcome home my lord.", he said, his voice dropping to a low tone, which was his odd way of showing respect.
I was walking halfway up the maroon carpeted stairs when I heard a small voice from downstairs.
"Master? Are you home?", it called with innocent curiosity.
A smile crossed my face as I turned around to see her.
"Yes, my dove.", I looked at her as she rushed towards me and embraced me.
"I..I missed you master.", she said, her face reddening.
"I missed you as well, Lila.", my body would feel ravished as I stare at her in her short skirt.
I'd step down the stairs with her and lean towards her.
"M..master, how may I serve you?", she said, her face bright like a tomato now.
"Do you want to serve me?", I said, this kind of boldness being unlike her.
"Yes master, I am very hungry..", she said, her face looking as though she might faint from my presence.
"Let me satisfy you then..", I said, leaning in and kissing her neck, listening to her moan.
"M...m..master, I deeply appreciate what you are doing..", she moaned.
"Good, Lila.", I said as I continued.
My lust was too much at that time and I have to admit I had a lot of fun with Lila that night, with my precious little dove.

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Dancing with Desire
Romance(MATURE CONTENT-YOU HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED) --Cloelle-- Orphaned at the age of 10 because of a tragic airplane crash that claimed her mother's life and then her father's shortly after in the hospital, Cloelle lives as her little sister Alice's g...