Lucy's POV
Once my Master and I made it into our room, I started to drive him crazy, but he knows just how to change the roles in a split second and drive me up the wall. After a while of getting each other all hot and bothered i get up from my position on my Master and make my way to the bathroom to bathe, my Master playfully growls and walks after me.
It is forbidden to love between a Master and a pet/slave. I would be taken away from him if I was found as his pet. "Master... What do I mean to you?" I ask feeling his body stiffen around me.
"Lulu can we talk about this later after the ball?" he says as he lightly tightens his grip around me.
"But..." My protest fell on deaf ears, because if Mistress was here I would have gotten backhanded for asking and protesting. I look down to the bathtub filling with warm bubbly water in disappointment as I start to strip to nothing, my Master does the same he gets into the tub first and I get in after him. After both my Master and i wash, we lie in the bath as i shave his unnoticeable peach fuzz with a very old yet well kept razor that could easily slit someones throat if need be or handled without proper knowledge of how to use it.
I was so focused on getting my Master ready for the ball that i forgot to get myself ready, my master is in a black suit with a gold tie and white dress shirt, along with a watch on his left wrist. As soon as I am done with my master I get myself ready with little time to spare, I come out of the closet in a gold dress that clung to my chest, but once the dress reached my waist it flowed out in a gold to black sheer fade, i did my makeup to fit my chosen outfit; small black wings under a pair of fake lashes and golden eye shadow along with golden highlighter that makes my cheekbones more noticeable, with black heels and my gold choker that clung to my neck rather tight, my blonde hair in loose curls held back by a ribbon, both my arms had these gold ruin like tattoos with swirls and circles, I've had them since the first memory I'm able to summon from my memory, which was the day that i had been saved by my Master.
My Master takes a few moments to take my appearance then grabs me by the waist pulling me against his chest, as my arms automatically go to his shoulders, his go to my hips and guide me to the nonexistent beat, the more we danced we became in sync with our movements. Once we finished our dance we took a few steps away from each other, I giggled with a slight blush, but my Master had a smirk in his lips, the ones I would like to taste right now, while I thought over if I would get into trouble for showing affection to my Master or not, he took the opportunity to lay his soft lips onto mine, and put his left hand behind my head and his right on the small of my back, while I took the opportunity to lock my hands into his soft hair. Once his soft lips left mine, I quietly whimper at the loss of warmth from his lips, he just chuckles at me.