“I think my slave has learned her lesson,” said Isaac as he brushed her long black hair out of her face.
She looked up him with a sweet childlike smile. “Yes Master, I won’t fail you again. But… Master… I don’t think I can walk. My legs feel like jelly.”
“Maybe I should take you to the vet. But until then, leave it to me.”
Reaching under her, he scooped her up with one arm against her back and the other under her knees. He stood up with her in her arms effortlessly, as if she were made of cotton balls. Holly blushed in his embrace, having always dreamed of being carried in the princess hold. Upon her Master’s orders, she grabbed a few towels from the nearby rack, and Isaac carried her to their bed. Laying her down, he used the towels to dry them both off, all while Holly gazed at him with a smile of adoration.
“You certainly look happy,” he said.
“Of course, I found a Master who is kinder than I ever dreamed and satisfies me more than even my sisters could.” She then reached out and placed her hand on his. “I love you, Master. I love you with all my heart. I want to be your property for the rest of my life.”
Isaac looked at her with a calm poker face, trying to think of a response. He had known this girl for a grand total of three days, yet she was easily the most interesting and unique person he had ever met. He had never encountered someone with such a pure soul and yet simultaneously, such a naughty and perverse mind.
The smile he saw on her face when she was whipped, choked, skull-fucked, or sodomized, was the same smile he would see on a dog wagging its tail with a Frisbee in its mouth, or a little kid in the parking lot of Disney World.
She was also an incredibly loyal person, more so than any girl he had ever dated. She would never go out and cheat on him, she would never get passive aggressive and bitchy at him, she would never scream at him about insignificant bullshit, and she would try to spite him. She was just happy to be taken in and cared for, to be given a purpose and sexual satisfaction. She lived to make others happy and wanted nothing in return but continued orders in which to happily fulfill. She was all that and with one of the sweetest personalities in the world.
Three days, that was all it had taken. Three days, that was how long it took for him to completely fall for her.
“I love you too, my dear sweet slave.”
Chapter Three
“Just a tad bit more,” Isaac said.
Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes.
“Perfect, just like that. Now, onto Cheerios…”
It was an interesting scene taking place in Isaac’s kitchen; it was like he and Holly were preparing a buffet. Isaac had originally started out simply trying to list things Holly could cook for breakfast and dinner, but with a sudden drive of perfectionism, Holly became incredibly needy for meticulously precise instructions on how everything had to be done. Isaac had told her he didn’t really care how she cooked, but afraid of leaving her Master unsatisfied, she wanted to closely examine every meal as to his personal preference. She needed something to strive for, something she could consider perfect in which to base her work on.
They had already gone over toast, hash browns, breakfast sausages, pancakes, eggs (of all types), and bacon, and were now in the area of cereal. It would be annoying if it weren’t so adorable.
Unfortunately, Isaac found his day off once again taken from him. He and Holly spent the entire day in the kitchen, either cooking food or scrubbing dishes so that they could make more food. He would have to remember to give Donna a big thank you for the large Tupperware set she gave him as a Christmas bonus the year before. He now had a week’s worth of breakfast waiting for him in the fridge. But to think, they still had to do dinners…
Isaac collapsed on his couch with a deep sigh. He was used to working hard and for long hours, but this was ridiculous. The sun had set and he had been cooking for about ten hours. He was halfway through Holly’s list of dinners she could possibly prepare for her beloved Master. The only break he had taken today was driving to the grocery store to buy a small fortune worth of food. Ok, maybe having a slave wasn’t all fun and games and bondage…
Looking over, he saw her standing nearby, clutching herself with an adorable blush of shame. “Master, I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you today. Every time I try to be a proper slave, I just end up make problems for you.”
Aw shit, how the hell was he supposed to stay mad at a face like that?
“That’s fine, a Master’s job is to take care of his slave, and that includes teaching her. You’re still settling in, I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
Holly then kneeled down and rested her chin on his knee like a dog seeing her owner eating. “Do you want to punish me? I’ll do anything to make up for today.”
Smiling, Isaac rubbed her on the top of her pretty little head. “Nah, it’s ok. Grab me the paper, I want to see the movie schedule. Let’s go out tonight.”
Holly grinned from ear to ear and rushed into the kitchen to find the morning paper.
Well, maybe a little punishment is in order…
“Yes Mrs. Goldman, I KNOW your show is about to start.”
“You don’t understand! It’s the season finale!”
“Yes, you’ve told me that already!”
“Well aren’t you going to fix it?! I’m sitting in the dark!”
“Yes I’m going to fix it, but I can’t do it here with my bare hands! I need to get down to the basement and check the circuit breaker!”
“Wait, don’t leave!”
“Mrs. Goldman, I have to leave if you want me to fix your power!”
“But I—”
Donna forced the conversation into a hiatus by slamming the apartment door, letting her release a groan of annoyance out in the hall. Some times she REALLY hated her tenants.
Please don’t get me involved, please don’t get me involved, please don’t get me involved… Isaac thought desperately.
He and Holly had been crossing the corridor when Donna suddenly stepped out of the Goldman apartment. Seeing Donna for the first time, a peculiar gleam entered Holly’s eyes.
“So where are you kids heading?” she asked, spotting the couple like a T-rex catching movement.
“Out to a movie. Do you need me to pick up anything while I’m gone?”
Offer to help in a way that will let him escape, a perfect plan.
“No, I’m ok. Goldman’s apartment just lost power. It’s probably just a blown fuse. I can take care of it. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just let her watch her show on my TV. You two go on, enjoy yourselves.”
“Speaking of which, Donna, this is Holly. Holly, this is Donna, my landlady.”
Hearing her name spoken, Holly perked up out of what appeared to be some very deep daydreaming, even though she was focused entirely on Donna.
“So you’re Isaac’s girl on the side. As long as I’ve known him, he’s been married to the job. I never imagined him to be the kind of guy who would have an affair,” Donna joked, shaking Holly’s hand.
“Oh, uh… it’s nice to meet you.”
“So Isaac says that you’re staying with him now? Kids these days just keep moving faster and faster.”