Chapter 5
I woke to the sound of a raven's call, outside the window of the room I found
myself in. I stretched, and winced, every one of my joints screaming out in
objection to the movement, my skin tight and tingling.
Munira, one of the slave girls, stood at my bedside, silently keeping watch, I
attempted a smile, she responded with one of her own. "I expect you would like
to take a bath," she said kindly. She offered her hand to me, and I took it,
grateful for her steadying force as I gingerly pushed back the sheets and stood.
"I see you have had the pleasure of Flutes Company this afternoon" munira said,
unable to suppress the chuckle bubbling in her throat. "I think it was flute who
gained most of the pleasure" I replied, my shadow murmured agreement, somewhat
subdued by the lessons of the day.
I was lead to the bathroom by Munira. The bath was large and deep, and already
filled with steaming water, the air heady with the scent of incense. I stepped
into the tub, munira only letting go of my hand once she had satisfied herself
that I wasn't going to collapse in a heap. "Rest here a while, and enjoy, I will
come and fetch you when Eda is ready for you" said munira. I didn't need telling
twice, I lay there and allowed my eyes to fall heavy, and contemplating whom Eda
might be.
The water felt hotter where the whip had left its stripes. My womb throbbed and
pulsed heavily with want, as yet ungratified. My hand found my breast, cupping
it gently, it was tender and swollen, in a state of heightened sensitivity, my
nipples hardened immediately, tightening the surrounding skin, causing the crop
marks to tingle and sting and my shadow to awaken and yearn inside me. My belly
ached with the need I felt, my other hand slid between my legs and I probed
tenderly, involuntarily groaning out loud as my mounting orgasm washed over me,
stroked and rubbed until my body shuddered and crumpled, almost spent, my shadow
not as satisfied as she would like, both of us wondering fleetingly when the
Prince would come to us again.
I washed myself, and got out, starting to feel a lot better than I had on first
awakening, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror that stood at the foot
of the bath. I was covered in marks, but they were not deep, save for the ones
made by the crop, flute obviously had a talent for using it. I dried and wrapped
myself in the robe that lay nearby. Just then, munira entered the room; she
spoke "Eda would like to see you now". "Who is Eda?" I asked. She is a very
close friend of my Masters" she replied. From her tone I knew she would answer
no further questions on the subject, any friend of my lovers had my instant
respect, such was my devotion to him.
We proceeded to go downstairs, and into the hallway, where we were greeted by
Eda "thank-you munira, please leave us alone now" Eda said, her voice deep and
sultry, with the trace of an accent, Russian or similar I guessed. I couldn't
help but stare at the woman before me, she was beautiful, and her skin was like
alabaster, her eyes liquorice brown, as was her hair, which hung straight to her
shoulders. "Let us walk," she said, she pushed open the large doors at the rear
of the hall and we stepped into the gardens. There was a low mist, and this
added to the ethereal feel of the place. We walked in silence, until we reached
the chapel that stood solitary to the side of the woodland that surrounded the
house, Eda turned to me "I used to come here when I was a child, when I didn't
want anyone to find me" she said, a faraway look in here eyes. I looked around,
unwilling to break this amazing woman from her reverie, the chapel was of grey
stone, and looked to have been on the earth for all of time, a part of the
landscape. Several tombstones lay in the grass surrounding, unmoved for hundreds
of years, moss and ivy encased every surface, curling and twisting into the
surface, turning the building into a living thing.
Eda opened the wooden door, and I followed her in, it was dark and damp, the
only light allowed in was that which managed to sneak through the cracks in the
roof, spotting the floor and pews with light. We walked to the altar, she turned
to me, and slipped her hand around the back of my neck, stroking its nape, then
catching hold of my hair, and twisting it, holding it fast in her fist and
pulling my head back firmly. I groaned, and felt my face flush, and my legs
weaken. "I hope you realise how lucky you are to have been chosen," she hissed
into my face "you must never forget or cease to be grateful for what you will
receive". I knew she spoke the truth, and that I was privileged indeed, I had
nothing I could say that could express the feelings that flooded through me. The
intensity of my adoration took my breath and rendered me dumb.
Her red mouth found mine and sucked and licked and my hot tongue responded
vehemently, she ground her hips against mine, her mouth moved from my face to my
neck, I felt her teeth graze the soft skin and she emitted a small sigh, before
opening her mouth and pulling her lips back to expose her sharp canine teeth, I
felt my skin break and felt my blood run. Eda traced its line to the point of
the incision, and hovered there a while savouring it. We kissed some more and
then knelt to pray and give thanks.
