A/N: Not only did I lose all of my summer assignments but when my computer crashed I
lost all my past and future chapters- so to those amazingly patient people who still are i
nterested this installment is dedicated to you.
Part 2- Complications
A thunderous noise passed through the woods as nearly a hundred horse riders tore
through the vast foliage and wildlife; each horse breathing hard in exhaustion and
frustration over their masters lack of courtesy for a short rest. Among those riding,
and leading the pack of determined riders, was a tall man with unusual silver hair and
eyes as deep indigo as the deepest part of the ocean. He was not well built, nor was he
tall. And yet, his very demeanor and presence exhumed dignity and prowess.
After a straight to hour ride the riders made their way to the large auction house that
was hosting many of the most wealthy and influential lords in the lands; even the country
of Ireland. Coming to a halt the silver haired leader signaled for the others to also stop;
he then demounted and handed the horses reign to a stableman. Walking towards the
massive redwood doors, the man then signaled for two other men to dismount and
follow; they immediately obeyed.
The doorman immediately took notice of the silver haired man's embroiled coat
of arms and open the door hastily. Upon entering the large room, all eyes turned to
the strangers with curiosity and awe.
"We come to speak with Lord Endymion on behalf of his majesty King James I."
The silver haired man announced, his thick English accent booming over the crowd.
Murmurs began to circulate around the room until the a man came from the auction
podium and stopped a few yards from the group, "I am the announcer here and I own
this property, I will see to it that his lordship, Endymion, be brought to you in time."
Narrowing his eyes the silver haired man replied bored and angered, "This is official
matter between his majesty and Endymion, I would advise you to send for him now
or this organization will be destroyed."
Starting to sweat in nervous defeat, the announcer nodded and called for a servant.
"Go get Endymion, he is currently in the master inspection room."
Before the servant walked away, the silver haired man grabbed his upper arm
and spoke in a low voice as if speaking to a child, "No, I will get him. Thank you."
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Endymion entered the room expecting to find his newly bought slave cowering in
the corner or on the floor waiting for his arrival as in previous encounters.
What he did not expect was to find a bundle of golden hair and silken
sheets on the main bed. Glancing curiously at her, he came closer to
the bed until his upper thighs touched the edge.
He just stood there looking at her taking in every part of her features.
She was small, he mused, but did not look too short. She had fair skin
but also healthy from it's rosy hue; she was also young. She was also
not set as most women were: no large breasts or hips. Her figure, as
he could tell from her position on the bed, was still growing into
womanhood. Endymion had taken a look at her when she was
being auctioned but was too far away to let his eyes truly take
her in. Reaching out to draw a strand of hair slowly began to ease onto the bed.
Taking his hand he started to caress her cheek in small circles,
yet never fully pressing too firmly to wake. But it was to no avail
because after a few moments her eyes began to open; her face easing
itself into a frown.
Slowly opening her eyes, Serenity immediately noticed the sagging of
the bed and turned towards the figure: her new master. She had thought
long and hard about what he might be like. Maybe kind, even merciful.
Or more negatively he could be ruthless and malicious.
Finally making eye contact, she slowly moved backwards and away
from him until she was at the far edge of the bed. His eyes are blue,
she thought. Almost like mine.
Distracted, she didn't notice his feral grin beginning to form and eyes
begin to assess ever inch of her body.
Maybe it was a minute.
Maybe it was an hour or two.
But Endymion knew he had found himself captivated, "Hello there."
His cool voice sending a shockwave of electricity down her spine.
Narrowing her own eyes with her own private examination, Serenity
did not appreciate the twinkle in this man's eyes. He seemed to be the
type of man to get everything he wanted anytime and every time;
the type mothers would warn daughters of avoiding; and the type no
female could resist.
Yes, she knew the type. He was probably very rich, arrogant and-,
"Are you finished staring me over?" His voice interrupted.
Shaking her head in frustration at being caught, Serenity's cheeks turned
a light shade of pink before replying, "Excuse me, my lord."
"Well coming from you, I'll just have to overlook it…for now."
He taunted playfully.
Easing off the bed, Endymion made his way to one of the closet
stands in the corners and opened it. Serenity already knew what
was there: many fastidious dresses. Yet, she had only found out
after curiously looking for an exit.
Grabbing a small dress from the closet, Endymion looked it
over in appreciation. It would suite her nicely, he thought.
The pale blue dress had ivory ruffles on the ends and modest
bust line; it was not fancy, and not plain, only a moderate
compromise of both qualities.
Walking back to the bed, this time on her side, Endymion
met her confused gaze with a light chuckle, "Stand up." He ordered.
Ever so slowly, Serenity eased off the bed and out of the
tangled silken sheets until she was about a yard away from
him, always keeping her eyes focused on his.
"Take off your dress."
He watched as her eyes grew wide with shock then suddenly
turn wild with stubbornness, "No." She whispered barely
audible. But Endymion did hear.
"No?" He said raising a perfectly shaped brow,
"And what makes you so certain you have any choice?"
He replied rhetorically.
"Take off your dress, now." He repeated, this time his
Irish temper beginning to show.
Feeling her eyes begin to water with utter defeat
and humiliation she began to unbutton the back of her dress.
Upon coming to the last button she stopped and gazed back
at the man in front of her. How could he subject her into
doing this, she thought. Granted, this was only her second
master and she did not have any experience with talking
with her old master, she was left only to wonder the horrors
whispered between slaves. Was this what they were talking about?
She finally unbuttoned the last of them when she let the dress
fall slowly around her ankles. This time the tears were not hidden
as she stood before him naked and shaken; tears leaking down her face.
He held his breath as his entire body went stiff and finally mustered
enough strength to break away from her eyes. She was indeed all
that he imagined and predicted, a bit too thin though perhaps from
malnutrition; otherwise flawless. He was looking at her delicate neck
when he noticed a single teardrop hit her right breast. Studying her
face, he noticed the tearstains and puffy redness that was once
absent and her eyes filled with raging emotions.
Breaking eye contact once more, Endymion walked towards her
and whispered, "Put your arms up." This time complying immediately,
Serenity felt the material of the dress slide over her body and cover her;
then she felt hands buttoning the back to securely it around her.
After buttoning the dress, Endymion kept his hands on her back gently
sliding them around her waist, "Your mine now, you know. I do
not mistreat my possessions and that goes along with slaves also.
I am not a hard man to please, only wanting obedience. So, little one,
I would not like it if you disobeyed me once more. It would make it hard
for us to live together, eh?"
The only response came in form of a soft, "Yes."
Turning her over to face him, Endymion began to caress her face in s
oothing fashion wiping away the dried tearstains. Then before Serenity
could register his intentions, he pulled her by the back of her neck into a
fierce and possessive kiss.
lost all my past and future chapters- so to those amazingly patient people who still are i
nterested this installment is dedicated to you.
Part 2- Complications
A thunderous noise passed through the woods as nearly a hundred horse riders tore
through the vast foliage and wildlife; each horse breathing hard in exhaustion and
frustration over their masters lack of courtesy for a short rest. Among those riding,
and leading the pack of determined riders, was a tall man with unusual silver hair and
eyes as deep indigo as the deepest part of the ocean. He was not well built, nor was he
tall. And yet, his very demeanor and presence exhumed dignity and prowess.
After a straight to hour ride the riders made their way to the large auction house that
was hosting many of the most wealthy and influential lords in the lands; even the country
of Ireland. Coming to a halt the silver haired leader signaled for the others to also stop;
he then demounted and handed the horses reign to a stableman. Walking towards the
massive redwood doors, the man then signaled for two other men to dismount and
follow; they immediately obeyed.
The doorman immediately took notice of the silver haired man's embroiled coat
of arms and open the door hastily. Upon entering the large room, all eyes turned to
the strangers with curiosity and awe.
"We come to speak with Lord Endymion on behalf of his majesty King James I."
The silver haired man announced, his thick English accent booming over the crowd.
Murmurs began to circulate around the room until the a man came from the auction
podium and stopped a few yards from the group, "I am the announcer here and I own
this property, I will see to it that his lordship, Endymion, be brought to you in time."
Narrowing his eyes the silver haired man replied bored and angered, "This is official
matter between his majesty and Endymion, I would advise you to send for him now
or this organization will be destroyed."
Starting to sweat in nervous defeat, the announcer nodded and called for a servant.
"Go get Endymion, he is currently in the master inspection room."
Before the servant walked away, the silver haired man grabbed his upper arm
and spoke in a low voice as if speaking to a child, "No, I will get him. Thank you."
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Endymion entered the room expecting to find his newly bought slave cowering in
the corner or on the floor waiting for his arrival as in previous encounters.
What he did not expect was to find a bundle of golden hair and silken
sheets on the main bed. Glancing curiously at her, he came closer to
the bed until his upper thighs touched the edge.
He just stood there looking at her taking in every part of her features.
She was small, he mused, but did not look too short. She had fair skin
but also healthy from it's rosy hue; she was also young. She was also
not set as most women were: no large breasts or hips. Her figure, as
he could tell from her position on the bed, was still growing into
womanhood. Endymion had taken a look at her when she was
being auctioned but was too far away to let his eyes truly take
her in. Reaching out to draw a strand of hair slowly began to ease onto the bed.
Taking his hand he started to caress her cheek in small circles,
yet never fully pressing too firmly to wake. But it was to no avail
because after a few moments her eyes began to open; her face easing
itself into a frown.
Slowly opening her eyes, Serenity immediately noticed the sagging of
the bed and turned towards the figure: her new master. She had thought
long and hard about what he might be like. Maybe kind, even merciful.
Or more negatively he could be ruthless and malicious.
Finally making eye contact, she slowly moved backwards and away
from him until she was at the far edge of the bed. His eyes are blue,
she thought. Almost like mine.
Distracted, she didn't notice his feral grin beginning to form and eyes
begin to assess ever inch of her body.
Maybe it was a minute.
Maybe it was an hour or two.
But Endymion knew he had found himself captivated, "Hello there."
His cool voice sending a shockwave of electricity down her spine.
Narrowing her own eyes with her own private examination, Serenity
did not appreciate the twinkle in this man's eyes. He seemed to be the
type of man to get everything he wanted anytime and every time;
the type mothers would warn daughters of avoiding; and the type no
female could resist.
Yes, she knew the type. He was probably very rich, arrogant and-,
"Are you finished staring me over?" His voice interrupted.
Shaking her head in frustration at being caught, Serenity's cheeks turned
a light shade of pink before replying, "Excuse me, my lord."
"Well coming from you, I'll just have to overlook it…for now."
He taunted playfully.
Easing off the bed, Endymion made his way to one of the closet
stands in the corners and opened it. Serenity already knew what
was there: many fastidious dresses. Yet, she had only found out
after curiously looking for an exit.
Grabbing a small dress from the closet, Endymion looked it
over in appreciation. It would suite her nicely, he thought.
The pale blue dress had ivory ruffles on the ends and modest
bust line; it was not fancy, and not plain, only a moderate
compromise of both qualities.
Walking back to the bed, this time on her side, Endymion
met her confused gaze with a light chuckle, "Stand up." He ordered.
Ever so slowly, Serenity eased off the bed and out of the
tangled silken sheets until she was about a yard away from
him, always keeping her eyes focused on his.
"Take off your dress."
He watched as her eyes grew wide with shock then suddenly
turn wild with stubbornness, "No." She whispered barely
audible. But Endymion did hear.
"No?" He said raising a perfectly shaped brow,
"And what makes you so certain you have any choice?"
He replied rhetorically.
"Take off your dress, now." He repeated, this time his
Irish temper beginning to show.
Feeling her eyes begin to water with utter defeat
and humiliation she began to unbutton the back of her dress.
Upon coming to the last button she stopped and gazed back
at the man in front of her. How could he subject her into
doing this, she thought. Granted, this was only her second
master and she did not have any experience with talking
with her old master, she was left only to wonder the horrors
whispered between slaves. Was this what they were talking about?
She finally unbuttoned the last of them when she let the dress
fall slowly around her ankles. This time the tears were not hidden
as she stood before him naked and shaken; tears leaking down her face.
He held his breath as his entire body went stiff and finally mustered
enough strength to break away from her eyes. She was indeed all
that he imagined and predicted, a bit too thin though perhaps from
malnutrition; otherwise flawless. He was looking at her delicate neck
when he noticed a single teardrop hit her right breast. Studying her
face, he noticed the tearstains and puffy redness that was once
absent and her eyes filled with raging emotions.
Breaking eye contact once more, Endymion walked towards her
and whispered, "Put your arms up." This time complying immediately,
Serenity felt the material of the dress slide over her body and cover her;
then she felt hands buttoning the back to securely it around her.
After buttoning the dress, Endymion kept his hands on her back gently
sliding them around her waist, "Your mine now, you know. I do
not mistreat my possessions and that goes along with slaves also.
I am not a hard man to please, only wanting obedience. So, little one,
I would not like it if you disobeyed me once more. It would make it hard
for us to live together, eh?"
The only response came in form of a soft, "Yes."
Turning her over to face him, Endymion began to caress her face in s
oothing fashion wiping away the dried tearstains. Then before Serenity
could register his intentions, he pulled her by the back of her neck into a
fierce and possessive kiss.