The Heiress

The Heiress-4

The next day was normal. Arian went through his workout and training before being taken to a private session to work on his cock sucking after dinner. He wasn't called to Sophia at all that day, and he hated to admit that his spirits dropped a little when the servant at the door called lights out. He had enjoyed his conversations with Sophia and thought that she had too. He slept in his bunk, missing her comfortable bed.

She had still been sleeping when the servant had collected him that morning, so he only had the chance to see the back of her head before leaving.

The workout the morning after he'd slept alone was less intense than normal due to a party that the slaves would be working that night. Instead of training sessions they were taken to groomers where they were bathed and styled to the point where none could deny that every one of Adler Rothschild's slaves was beautiful.

Arian fidgeted with the hem of his shorts as he waited for a tray of champagne, placing it where he knew they made his ass look delectable before checking his boots and straightening his bowtie.

Once he had a tray, Arian entered the party. The scene before him reminding him of F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby.' The bewildered look on the faces of half the guests indicated to Arian that they had probably not been formally invited. Not that it really mattered, Adler usually spent his parties hidden away with a select few guests in his company.

Arian's tray was empty in a matter of minutes, so he headed back to the bar, smirking slightly at the amount of hands that grabbed or slapped his ass on the way. Having accepted his position, there was some pride in being an extremely desirable slave.

A new tray was placed in his hands and he headed back out into the sea of people. That was when he saw her.

The gown she wore was a deep maroon that dropped from her waist in a straight cut that fell to the floor. The top was like a tank top that accented her small arms, decorated with small diamonds. Her hair was pulled onto the back of her head in a loose updo, stray pieces framing her face. When she glanced over her shoulder he was taken aback at how stunning she looked. With the color on her cheeks and her lips matching her dress, her fine bone structure was accentuated, and her eyes were complemented well by the silver smoky shadow, dark eyeliner, and mascara. She smiled when she saw him, he smiled back.

Arian's attention was pulled from Sophia by someone taking his tray. The man who took his hand then was probably four inches taller than Arian at around six foot, but not quite as muscular. He a man who would be considered one of the most desirable matches for a woman at the party, but he still felt threatened by a slave (whom everyone assumed were in their position voluntarily- as is the fancy of some). Thus, he asserted his dominance by fucking whoever he felt most threatened by. This was relatively normal, and the alpha male usually found that the slaves didn't resist and that they were an enjoyable fuck.

The man pulled Arian out of the room and into the hall, where there were still more people. He grunted in frustration.

"If I may sir, the private rooms are on the second floor," Arian spoke in a low tone, not wanting to upset the man. Even so, he growled at the slave who had the audacity to speak before pushing him up the stairs and into one of the guest rooms. Fortunately, it was vacant. Arian didn't move from where the man had shoved him until again he was forcefully moved, this time into the wall behind him, an arm on his chest.

"You sure think you're something, don't you?" He spoke in a guttural tone, attempting to intimidate or scare Arian.

"Not in the least, sir. I am a slave to be used and discarded by my betters," Arian recited the words that he had repeated time and time again in training.