Mistress Mine

11- Slave's POV

If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought that my mistress and her lover were on their honeymoon, their laughs and whispers and promises of eternal love never stopped throughout days after he came to her doorsteps, I had begun to think that it was their usual routine of behaving until, at last, they settled.

It wasn't as if their lust for each other had suddenly weined, it was more of a situation where both of them had something to focus on.

My mistress had her studies that she's abandoned for the past weeks, the papers were starting to pile up, and she finally decided that it was time to catch up to all she's been ignoring.

The lover had band business, for I understood that it wasn't her college and mutual studies that landed them in each other's arms. Oliver McKenzie had never went to college as luck would have it, he barely finished school as it was. He spent his days roaming the streets as a guitarist for an unknown band and playing music on sidewalks.

I quickly understood what Mr and Mrs Cruz had been so outraged, why they sent for someone like me to be brought into the picture. They knew of their daughter's latest venture and wanted the quickest outlet. And what better way to stray a young woman's heart than another man who'd do all she asks. Namely, myself.

But I was ignored for the most part, it was like she didn't see me at all, unless she had something to ask, which I would tend to dutifully. She didn't seem to notice my looks. The same looks that had her parents pick me for. At least, she hadn't noticed since that first night, the night she seemed to have completely forgotten about.

We kissed, but that was all there was. And she didn't seem to have a mind for continuing where we left at all. So far, the main reason I was purchased for I couldn't handle doing. I couldn't get her to look at me long enough to do much of it to begin with.

The worst part about being the slave in the relationship is that you couldn't initiate the connection. You always had to wait, wander in the shadows hoping to be noticed. And I've done that for a while now, long enough to know that it wasn't working.

If she refused to give me the time of the day, I had very little choices. The obvious one, the one usually slaves never used.

I was to draw attention inviting wrath instead of reward.

My mistress wasn't shy of handing out slaps nor kicks, but she hadn't done either since the incident of the kitchen.

I wasn't planning on doing anything extremely outlandish, only little things that'll eventually add up if she doesn't immediately notice. I couldn't risk her fury, and I couldn't distract her too much, especially knowing of the fact that she's fallen back from her studies. But I also couldn't wait until she was less stressed, I wanted to do what I must when the boyfriend was far and away, and I didn't have the clearest idea of when he'd be back. It could be a few days, or maybe more. I had to act when I could.

It started small, indeed. I burnt her toast in the morning, which only earned me a scornful look. "Get me another one, then." She ordered. "And be quick about it."

Which I did, handed her the piece buttered and on a plate. She ate silently, before slipping her shoulder back on and leaving, without making another comment.

I was sort of disappointed by the lack of response, and so was adamant on doing something more noticeable for my next infraction.

I couldn't be too persistent, though, or I'd be found out quickly enough. So I made launch and set everything in order before waiting for her. I waited until she finished eating, left the kitchen and  went to her books and papers and was deep in taking notes before approaching the dining table she's been using as a studying den lately.

"Mistress." I start.

She murmurs a yes. The same yes she usually uses when she isn't really listening. I try again, and again, she doesn't raise her head to look at me. The third time is a winner, however, because her head snaps up at last.

She's frowning, but at least she's looking at me now.