Malika awoke feeling the need to go to the bathroom. She glanced about and noticed that her master was nowhere to be found. She sat up quickly and made her way to the bathroom to find a shocking surprise. Her master stood with his mask off as he washed his face. She could see his hidden side now from a mirror on the other side of the room. 'How terrible.' She thought as she saw his full face for the first time. The left half looked normal enough, no, handsome; however the right side was distorted and scarred. What could have happened to him?
By the time Erik looked up he saw Malika standing in front of him with her mouth opened in a silent gasp. He felt a rage come over him that he had never felt before. "What are you doing! Are you a mindless chit!"
"I...I'm sorry Master. It was an accident. I didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to!" He roared as he stalked towards her. "Damn women and their curiosity! Damn them I say!"
"I wasn't being curious. I wanted to come to the bathroom to use the facilities. I didn't know you were in there." She replied as she backed against his desk and felt the painful edge drive into her lower back.
"You're like all women! Can you believe that it was a monster that took you in bed!" Erik snapped as he pulled her with him towards the bed.
"Please it was an accident. I thought you were gone. I didn't know you were in there."
"Why the hell would I be gone! By God you are such a twit!" He thrust a hand in her hair and pulled her head back fiercely.
"Please forgive me. Forgive me. I did not mean to." She begged as she felt his other hand grasp her wrist in a bruising grip.
"I'm sure you have been waiting for this moment. Hmm! To see what is under the mask!"
Malika felt a sudden rage come over her as she shouted, "God you are the most selfish, pompous, arrogant man I have ever known!"
Erik was taken aback by her statement. He released her wrist in fury the grasped her chin in a cruel hold. "You don't even know me!"
"That's because you won't let anyone in. You put up such a cold and distant front that you get enraged when things do not go your way. You are so childish!" She replied as her anger consumed her. Someone needed to let him know how idiotic he was acting.
"Childish!" He roared. "I'll tell you what is childish, mademoiselle, you are childish! You cannot accept your fate as a permanent whore to a man who bought you. You cannot admit to yourself that even though you may hate me for everything I have done to you that you still want me. You lie to me and yourself when you deny it!"
"You think that your deformity is so bad monsieur! You have not even seen deformities. Yes, half your face is marred, however, you are still handsome and you can do the most remedial tasks. I have seen worse than you. I have seen and lived with lepers who cannot do anything for themselves. Be glad it is just half your face that is deformed monsieur!"
"You lie! Why were you frightened if you have seen worse!" He questioned angrily.
"I was frightened of your demeanor not your face you idiot!" Malika shouted at him feeling her rage coming to a boiling point.
"Idiot! You dare call me an idiot you little twit!"
"Yes monsieur, I call you an idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot! You are so wrapped up in yourself that you cannot see love, that you do not want to try to love! You think that you are the ONLY person in this world who has problems. You are mistaken monsieur."
"And you, mademoiselle," He said as released her chin and pushed her onto the bed, "will not accept that you desire me." He climbed over her then parted her legs with his knees. Somehow their rage had turned into passion as the minutes passed by. He continued, "You will not accept it even though your body loves the pleasure that my hands, my mouth, and my cock gives it. So tell me, who is childish and who is an idiot?"
Malika stared into his amber eyes and replied, "We both are."
He accepted the answer with a breath-taking kiss. His tongue dipped between her lips and entwined with hers. He pulled back suddenly leaving her panting for more. He pressed another heated kiss against her lips then began kissing his way down her throat. Malika threaded her fingers in his dark hair as she moaned from his attentions.
Erik's right hand skimmed the outside of her left leg as he kissed her neck softly. She felt him softly nip along the base of her neck and collarbone. She grasped his hair softly as his lips descended downward and his hands moved to cup her breasts. His lips traveled down the valley between her breasts while his hands kneaded her breasts harshly.
Malika squealed as she felt him draw a nipple between his lips and suck contentedly on it. She felt jolts of heat rush from the tip of her breast to settle between her thighs. "Oh God!" She shouted her pleasure. Had it not only been moments ago that they had been arguing? This was an unfair way to win an argument. However, she liked it...but curse him for interrupting their argument. She still had much to tell him.
Erik felt her writhe beneath him from his ministrations. He kissed his way over to her other breast and repeated his ministrations as she moaned in loss for a moment. He heard her frustration when he finally began to descend downward again. He smirked inwardly as he did so. He pressed his hips against hers so she could feel his hardness. They both moaned their eagerness as he continued kissing down her stomach once more.
She felt the hardness of his member press against her thigh through his black pants. Malika felt a surge of curiousity as she reached between them and found one button to his pants. She realized she must of shocked him because he sat back suddenly and looked at her with confused eyes. She felt odd all the sudden. The man who was angry with her earlier then suddenly passionate now looked confused. She never seen him display this emotion before. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"I've been waiting for you to do that." He admitted to her.
"Why? You could have made me do it anytime." Malika asked, her curiousity overtook her again.
"Because, it's more pleasurable when the other party wants it as well."
She smiled to herself, though probably, she thought, he didn't want to force her into such an act knowing that she was a virgin. "Lay down."
He raised an eyebrow then asked, "Is that a command?"
"No Master." She whispered softly, "It is merely a thought."
He laughed softly as he lay back on the bed and watched her kneel beside him. She tentatively kissed his lips softly. It was a much different kiss than usual. He noted how slow and determined she was to explore his body for herself. He hadn't let her do so and seeing as she had shown signs of hating him, he saw no reason to. However, why would he deny her right now?
Malika had given pleasure to a male once before and she had found it absolutely disgusting, however, she found herself wanting to try again. The man she had to pleasure before was dirty and disgusting and even though she did not like her master she knew he was different. She shook her thoughts from her mind then pressed another heated kiss to his lips. Her tongue gently flicked at his lips then pressing for entrance to his mouth.
Erik felt her straddle his waist as she continued slowly kissing his lips. He met her azure eyes before she moved further and found a quiet passion that had gone unnoticed. She moved along his chin, placing soft kisses along his jawbone and down the column of his neck. He voiced his satisfaction as her hips ground against his own. "You've done this before, haven't you?" He finally asked as she moved to sit between his legs.
She bowed her head, not wanting to look up at him, not wanting to see disappointment or anger. "Yes. Only once before."
"By who?" Erik questioned.
"Darius." She said then paused a moment. "He makes all of the girls pleasure him at least once." She placed her hand over his crotch and heard a deep intake of air.
"Was that the reason you were taking so long the night I bought you?"
"Yes."
Her hands went to work to quickly unbutton his pants. "So every girl has to pleasure that bastard and we pay out of our pocketbooks to get whores." He gasped a little when his hardened member met her soft, warm hands.
"Do not be angry...please. It was dirty and disgusting and I think you are much better than him." She admitted suddenly.
Erik smiled then felt her lips on his once more as her hand slowly pumped his cock. He groaned loudly in her mouth and knew he was at her mercy now. Erik suddenly wondered why she was pulling away from his lips and turning to face his abdomen. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking off your pants. I can't stand them." Malika replied. She paused to ask, "Is that alright with my master?"
He nodded then watched her ease his pants off his legs and throw them in the floor. Erik laughed at her sudden brashness. This was interesting indeed. However, he stopped laughing and gasped when he saw her lower her head between his legs and felt her mouth descend over his member.
Malika felt him swell beneath her hands and lips. She had never pleasured a man like this before. Darius had not had the time to teach her this, but she heard of it and had seen the other girls do so with their masters. She could understand the reason why one enjoyed doing so. It was not only pleasurable for both parties but she felt somewhat powerful, like she could control his body's reactions. She felt him plunge his hands in her hair then he pulled slightly in frustration. He moaned loudly as her tongue traced lines around the head of his member. She pulled back to ask, "Do you wish to take me?"
He rolled her on her back and swiftly plunged into her wetness with one swift motion. "Yes." He growled. It was different somehow. Different because he did not feel the urge to pound his desire into her. He could feel her body and the perfectness of it. He loved how soft her skin felt beneath his hands and he loved the way her skin smelled and tasted. He loved the way she reacted to him pleasuring her. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck and felt one of her legs hook over his waist.
She felt him thrust into her slowly. His left arm wrapped instinctively around her waist as his lips descended over her breast once more. She cried out as a familiar rush of heat settled between her thighs. The friction was almost too much to bear and she was sure she would die of it. She heard him growl against her skin as her body finally gave into the pleasure and clamp down on him. She felt his body go rigid then spurts of his seed enter her body.
Erik finally collapsed over her body. His damp hair clung to the sides of his face. He could feel her hand stroke a damp strand away from his right cheek as their breathing returned to normal. He caught her hand, kissed it, then said, "Let's rest for a while."
xxxx
Erik was sure when he woke up that it was nearing 12:00 pm. He had had the longest and best sleep in such a long while. Erik felt Malika's breath on his neck as she stirred and opened a sleepy eye. "Hello."
He smiled, "Hello dear. Sleep well?"
She nodded then asked, "What time is it?"
"Near 12:00 I think."
"Oh my. We've slept that long!" She cried out in surprise.
He laughed softly, "That is no problem. I don't have anywhere to go today." He paused as a few minutes passed between them. "I've been thinking about our situation Malika."
"Yes."
"First off, I want to know if you will become my mistress. I understand it is not a position that you would want but..." He was interrupted by a soft kiss.
"I appreciate this."
"Your sexual duties will not be relinquished, but I will give you some free reign in this household." He paused then sat up and stood from the bed. "I have a present for you. One I have been saving."
He quickly walked to his desk and pulled open the desk drawer and withdrew a black box then returned to the bed. Malika sat up as he took the lid off the box and presented her with a large round sapphire pendant necklace. He put it on her and stood back to admire the dazzling jewel. The gold chain hung elegantly around her neck as the smooth sapphire found a prominent place between her breasts.
"You did not have to." Malika protested.
He threw the box in the floor and eagerly pressed her into the mattress. "Ah but I did. This pitiful jewel would have not had a chance to shine without you. You, my dear, enhance it."
She blushed as she wondered it this was all true or if it was a dream. "What is your name?" She hoped she had not breached a touchy subject.
Erik paused to look deeply in her eyes then said, "My name is Erik. I think now I want to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours." Malika blushed once more. He suddenly whispered into her ear, "What have you done to me?"
"I don't understand."
"I've never told my other whores my name."
"What did you do with your other whores?" She questioned him.
"Sold them back. Once they saw my face it wasn't the same." Erik replied with a sigh.
"Oh."
"Tell me. Do you have family?" Erik asked her then saw her twist the sheets tightly.
"My mother and father are dead and my twin siblings are with some pedophile bastard named Aleron Sanxay. They were only twelve years old..." She trailed off as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"Aleron Sanxay! I know of the bastard. What if I got your siblings back Malika? I could do it."
"No. He always wants something in return."
"I could buy them back."
"But you would have to pay a lot."
"Forget the money. I have enough."
Malika wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. "Oh Erik. That would be the greatest gift I could ever receive."
"Then it is settled. Tomorrow we will visit his manor. I will arrange for the purchase of your siblings." Erik said then wiped her tears away from her cheeks. "Now no more crying." She nodded as he brushed her forehead with his lips.
"Thank you Erik."
"You're welcome."
Author's Note: OMG! In Microsoft Word this chapter is 9 pages and 2,611 words long. Wow! Long chapter! So Erik basically does somewhat of a turn around. Don't worry. He still has a long way to go. Oh and it was about time Malika stood up to him. Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Please review more!
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