Jamaica

Chapter Twenty-four

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My master and I had gotten along surprisingly well after he apologised to me. Everything was great for once until he told me he was going to take me to go visit the king. It was a scary notion, to put it lightly... I hadn't set foot outside the premises for nearly 9 whole months; sure, master took me outside to the orchard a few times on the weekend if I asked nicely but that was about it. Besides, I couldn't even remember what the main gate looked like with it being at least a five minute drive from the house. What if the king didn't see the same amount of change in my master as I did? What if he found out about all the times master kissed me and thought I was some kind of whore? Oh, god.
I sighed as I straightened out my bedsheets. It was nice to be back in my old room again, the guest bedroom made me think about how much I missed Amber.
"Jamaica." Master spoke, making me jump in surprise.
"My goodness!" I placed my hand on my chest as I tried to calm my breathing when I saw him.
"Jesus, calm down. Its just me."
"You gave me a fright." I pouted slightly even though I was more annoyed than anything else.
Master smirked and walked towards me in all his shirtless glory, I blushed and looked away from him. I could practically hear his stupid grin.
"What's wrong?" Master whispered in my ear, he stood so close to me that I could almost feel his body heat. So close but not touching, he knew what he was doing to me - he had to.
"You're not wearing a shirt... Let me go find you one." I mumbled, urging him to let me go. He scoffed.
"I know you. That's not it. Is it about going to see my father? I mean, I can't force you to come with me... I just thought it would be nice to have you there... Y'know... For support - as my friend, of course."
I held my breath.
"Jamaica, tell me if you don't want to-"
"I want to, master. I mean it."
"Dimitri." He corrected for the tenth time that week.
"Dimitri." I repeated after him. He smiled at me.
"Say it again for me, babe."
"I'm not your 'babe'." I argued.
"Oh?" He feigned surprise.
"Yes."
"One day when I have you right where I want you, begging me to satisfy you, we'll see if you still think that."
"That's disgusting." I mumbled to myself, knowing fully well that he would hear me. I hoped I'd bruise his ego a bit and he'd be obliged to back off. Oh, how wrong I was.
Master suddenly had this dark look in his eyes as he roughly shoved me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I screamed out as he began to nip at my neck. It should have felt nice to have him do such things to me but I couldn't help bit relate the threatening look on his face to all those times I had been punished. It scared me shitless and I froze under him. I never wanted to see that look on his face ever again or even be handled so roughly by him. It was like some kind of sick trigger. All those vampires who beat me and tortured me not only mentally but psychologically too; master had done all those things too. My chest constricted and I choked out a sob.
"Shit... Fuck!" Master stopped and raised himself off me. "Are you crying?" I wiped my eyes quickly and and kept silent. "Fuck, did I hurt you?" He questioned as I saw his hand reach towards me; I cowered away.
"I was too rough wasn't I?" He said after a long stretch of silence - all that could be heard was me trying to stop crying and then me trying to cry quietly. I nodded slightly.
"I didn't mean to. I swear it... Please don't cower away."
"Because you need me to be on good terms with you by tomorrow, right? So you can impress the king..." I interrogated, wiping some snot away with my shirtsleeve.
"Fuck me, is that what you think this is?" I looked him in the eyes as he spoke. "I'm actually trying here, Jamaica. You turn me on, for fuck's sake. Do you have any idea how much that's fucking with my head? Six months ago, I thought I'd be crazy if I ever willingly talked to you, let alone needed you. " My mouth fell open and he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "You keep me sane. I spend as much time with you as I can 'cause you help me fight the fucking curse." I gasped at his admission. "I'd never hurt you on purpose... My problem is I only know the rough way."
What could I possibly say to that? I brought my hands to my face and cried into my palms.
"I fucked up, didn't I?" He spoke solemnly as he stood from the bed. "You don't have to come tomorrow if you don't want to... It would be nice if you did though, I need you." He added as he left my room and shut the door behind him.
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Master had been gone for barely twenty minutes when he burst through my my door.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
"Fuck it, Jamaica. I'll be gentle, I'll try."
"What are you talking about?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?" I was so confused.
"Just tell me yes or no." He sounded out of breath as he almost hastily made his way towards me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes or no, Jamaica..." He pinned me against the wall.
"Go put on a shirt first."
He groaned as he moved closer, gently pushing me back further as he lightly caressed my hips. "Yes or no? I want to be gentle if that's the way I'll have you."
"But the law forbids it, master. Stop this. Its nice and all that you want to... Change your style but we could be in trouble if anyone found out."
Master chuckled, the rise and fall of his broad chest rubbing against my breasts in all the wrong ways. "I'll protect you. No one would dare mess with me."
"Dimitri, stop..." I begged.
"Do you want me to?" He gazed at me. "Don't lie, babe." He was standing so close to me, it was hard to think. He cast me a genuine look and told me one more time. "If you want me to, I'll sto-"
"Don't stop..." I shut my eyes in embarrassment. "Ughh, I mean we can't go all the way." I whispered, shocked by my own words of betrayal.
"Tell me when I'm hurting you, baby, okay?" He reached under the baggy long sleeved shirt I wore and dragged his nails down my lower back and around my waist.
"Scratching hurts..."
"Shit, sorry." He apologised and then used his palms to sooth over where he had hurt me. I looked up at his blue eyes and shivered when he lightly ran his fingers down my spine.
"You're cold?" He asked.
"Mm mm." I shook my head. "It just feels nice..." He smiled at that and then leaned down to kiss my cheek and then brush his lips against mine. I squirmed and tried to shy away but he quickly wrapped his hand around my neck to keep me still.
"Not too tight..." I mumbled against his pink, plump lips and he loosened his grip. That's when I noticed that his hand was shaking.
"You're shaking..."
"Of course I'm fucking shaking. I've never fucking tried to be gentle with anyone, let alone a human, for fuck's sake. I'm scared I might break you but I cannot stay away from you any longer. Fuck, I'm so fucking selfish." Master stopped feeling my hips, let go of my neck and placed his hands on the wall, each one on either side of my head.
"You were gentle that time by the stairs..." I suggested and blushed at the memory.
"Fucking hell, that wasn't me being gentle! If you didn't stop me... Fuck!" He completely pulled away. I could see regret and shame in his eyes, I noticed he rarely hid his emotions from me ever since he apologised. He could be so intense sometimes. This was one of those times. So I walked towards him and wrapped my hands around his neck. He looked down at me in questioning (understandably so since I had been crying because he made a move on me not that long ago).
"Just try again... Its fine. I'm nervous too... No one will find out, right?"
"No one would dare mess with me."
"Kiss me then." I had no idea where all this boldness was coming from but I intended to use it before I changed my mind. Master took my thighs and made me straddle him as he sat down on the bed. He sighed as he gingerly took my bottom lip between his teeth and placed my hands on his chest.
"I want this off, Jamaica." Master groaned as he tugged at the hem of my shirt. I froze. What if he doesn't like what I have? Oh my god, my scars...
"Mm mm." I shook my head in slight panic. I was so worried about my poor physical appearance and I think master knew this too because his face became serious. "Oh no, Dimitri, its not that I don't want this... Its just..." I couldn't finish. It would hurt too much.
"Hey, I know... Its fine, okay?" He reassuringly kissed my nose and then traveled down to my neck, trailing open mouthed kisses. I shivered again and felt heat pool in my underwear.
"I'm being gentle, yes?" He'd whisper whenever I squirmed or quivered under his touch. I answered yes each time because he'd stop if I didn't answer. "I can't believe you're letting me do this to you after all the shit I've done."
"Shhhh..." I couldn't think words. Everything was jumbled and all I could think to do was move closer and throw my head back and moan when I was able to create some friction. I kept at it for a bit, grinding my hips against him. Master growled lowly, it reminded me of thunder.
"Fuck!" Master's hands grabbed my hips to stop me. I whimpered and did it once more
"If you keep rubbing up against my dick, I'll loose control."
I blushed furiously and thanked my dark complexion for covering it up. "Oh god... I'm sorry..." I covered my face. "Should we stop?"
"In a bit..." Master mumbled before cupping my breasts through the thin shirt and jiggling them and then giving them a good squeeze. At that point, I started to get a little light headed.
"Holy shit." Master sighed as he bent down to bite my hardened nipple through the shirt...
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