Lost in Time

I'm sorry Alois...

A/N: lemon coming up. If it makes you uncomfortable, skip to the next chapter.

After I finish my evening chores, I go to my master's room and knock lightly. Why am I nervous? He'll probably just punish me or something.

"Come in." I hear his voice chime.

I walk in and close the door; when I turn around to face Lord Trancy, my face starts to flush a bright red. He's wearing only a robe, loose around his shoulders, and it doesn't hide his perfect lean chest, he's laying on his bed in a very sexy pose.

"Come closer, love. I want to show you something I know you'll enjoy." He winks, making me blush again.

I take a few strides toward him until I'm standing in front of him. He starts to take my blazer off and I begin to whimper out of panic. He notices this and stops, he cups my cheeks gently.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He whispers.

I gulp, remembering the abuse I inflicted on myself a few nights before. I don't want him to see what I do to myself.

"Emilee, why are you afraid of me?" He let's go of my face and I step back.

"I'm not afraid of you, your highness, it's just that I'm afraid of what you'll do to me." I look away from him, gripping my arm to feel some sort of pain.

"I'd never hurt you intentionally." His words seep through my skin, like blood on a cloth, and hits me in my heart.

I choke back my tears, knowing that if I keep hiding this secret from this man, he'll punish me badly, or worst... kill me. I take a deep breath and look back at Lord Trancy.

"Your Highness, I need to show you something. Please don't be mad with me..." My voice fades.

His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, he nods.

I take another deep breath and slowly and carefully remove my blazer and long sleeved top; my scars and fresh wounds are on display for him to see. My tears finally escape my eyes, waiting for a slap or a push of some sort. I feel his warm fingers trail lightly across my arms, my abdomen, and my bony hips.

I open my eyes and choke back more tears; his orbs are filled with a sadness I didn't know this man could possess. Is he sad because I do this to myself?

"I wish I could take your pain away, my dear." His voice is hushed and soft. "I don't want you to do this anymore. Come to me immediately if you are sad, or angry, or just have the urge. I want you to stay with me, Emilee." He pulls me into an embrace.

I gladly accept his hug and straddle his lap, his soft lips pepper my neck with kisses and nibbles. I throw my head back to give him more access to my neck; his hands roam my torso, causing my body to set aflame with every touch. He lays me down on his bed and lightly kisses each scar, cut, and burn. I blush when his tongue swipes over a cut on my hip, his beautiful, angelic figure hovers over me, kissing my lips. I kiss back and feel his knee in between my legs; my hands roam on his chest, feeling every muscle, every lining of his abs, his pecks, his V-line.

"I love you, Emilee Johnson." He stares into my eyes and pecks my lips before scooting downward to remove my shoes, stockings, and skirt.

Once my skirt is off, he sees more cuts, carvings of words in my skin. I look away, ashamed; then, he kisses them as well, licking the carvings and up my thigh. I balance myself on my elbows when he kisses my panties. I gasp, watching him kiss around the lining of my underwear turns me on and I want more of him. He slowly takes my panties off, admiring my body. I fight the urge to cover my private part; he spreads my legs and dips his head down into my pussy, I throw my head back and moan. His tongue licks my lips and spreads them as he flicks it over my clitoris. I moan louder and grip the bedsheets.

"Master." I moan.

"Call me Alois, my love." He says against my pussy, his breath causes me to moan again.

"Alois. Mmmmm." I bite my lip to hold back.

Alois must've seen because he says, "don't hold back, I want everyone in this household to hear who you belong to." He pushed his tongue deeper into my vagina.

I grip the sheets so tight, as he continues to lick up my juices. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach.

"Alois, I think I'm gonna--"

"Cum for me, my sweet. I wanna taste you." His words send me right over my peak.

I scream his name multiple times while I cum in his mouth. He laps up the cum as I slowly come back down from my high. He looks at me and takes off his robe; his entire body exposed just for me to see. I pull his face down so I smash my lips against his, then, I feel his member poking my thigh. I spread my legs for him.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "I want you, Alois Trancy. Only you." I grab his hands and take a deep breath.

He pushes in slightly, the pain unbearable, and he stops. Once I'm ready for him to continue, he pushes in some more; his full length is inside of me, giving me the friction I need. He thrusts slowly, building my climax.

"Ugh, Alois, go faster, harder, please!" I beg.

He obliges and slams into me, making me scream in pleasure. I claw at his back, causing deep red marks to form, as he continues to thrust. After a while, his thrust becomes sloppy; the same knot forms in my stomach.

"Alois, I'm gonna cum!!"

"Me too." He pants.

After a few more thrusts, we both cum. He rides out our highs and soon he collapses on top of me, breathing harshly.

I run my fingers through his blond hair, he begins to calm down.

"I love you." He whispers. "Don't leave me."

I giggle, "I love you too, Alois. And I won't leave you no matter what."

We fall into a deep slumber with his robe covering both of us shortly after that.

I've fallen in love with my master, and he's fallen in love with me as well.