Part 2- The Branding of My Master

I pull my chair out from under me, get on one of my knees and bow my head in front of her. Without looking at her I put out my left hand, gesturing to her to place her deviously delicate hand onto mine. She says nothing as I feel her hand nestle into mine. I waste no time. I bring her hand right up to my nose and mouth area. I didn't even think to do it but it hit me. How the hell does she smell so good? It's just her hand. This warrior woman, this unyielding soldier, this executioner...smells like fresh citrusy cookie dough? I can't even explain it. She smells fresh but with a hint of sweetness. I take a big whiff. She doesn't notice I'm stalling until I do something I know will rile her up. I open my mouth and audibly breathe onto her skin. Her stillness wavers. I am hoping it's because she liked it. She swooned when I originally kissed her. I want a bigger reaction this time. I still don't make contact. I feel her feet shifting. I put my mouth onto the back of her hand but I do not kiss it. I take in a deep breath then breathe out through my nose letting the air lightly graze her skin and the moment I feel it happen I plant a solid kiss on her hand and hold it there for a couple of seconds. I finally release it not before allowing my lips to lightly make a small pop from the suction of my lips to her hands. I hear her ever so slightly gasp and pull her hand away. I finally looked up to see her face flushed in a red blush, holding the hand I kissed with the other. I grin and asked.

"Was that to your satisfaction master?" I try my hardest to ask seductively.

Guillotine de Mephisto: Soldier, Executioner, self proclaimed Guardian of Balance, Nikke, ally and friend. She was all of these things but right now, she was just being a flustered young woman, which I bet, doesn't know how to handle what she's feeling right now. Or at least, if I know her, it is accurate to what she's feeling. She answers and I love what I hear.

"Uhh…er...NO! I am not satisfied yet, servant. You must uh..."

"-Brand your other hand, oh master o'mine?" I interrupt bowing my head down and trying not to laugh.

"Indubitably" She answers without missing a beat.

At this point, my heart starts to pound. Damn it. She makes me feel in such a way that I can't describe. Did I always like "role playing". Maybe it was a kink I never knew I had until I met Guillotine. Regardless, I wanted to do more to her. It made me excited when she swooned. Made me horny even. I've had a girlfriend or two in the past but this was before I became a commander. I barely remember what it felt like. As a commander it was also discouraged to date. It was especially taboo and even forbidden in some areas of the arc to have romantic relations or feelings with a Nikke. However, right now something was taking over.

I love all my Nikke allies. Some I had especially deeper feelings for like my first and personal squad: the Counters: Rapi, Anis, Neon and Marian and even others like Poli, Pepper and Quincy. However something was taking me over at this point that made me want to truly show my appreciation for Guillotine and what she's done for me. She made me want to break some rules. Tonight, I wanted to show her she wasn't alone in this world. I wanted it so bad...I wanted her. Something about Guillotine drew me to her in a way other Nikkes just haven't been able to crack. I wanted to be her servant in any way that I could tonight. I wanted to make her happy, feel loved even. Something in me gave me the cojones to try something I didn't think I ever had the cojones to do.

My thoughts slow down as they align with the present. She gives me her other hand, this time with a more reserved face. I grab it tightly with both hands and look at her eye. She meets mine. That beautiful, gentle blue eye.

"Master, if you would let me . . ." I begin. I see her gulp and swallow

"Y . . .yes? Speak your mind, servant"

"I want to try something extra special for this brand. Something I think Master would really like ''

ugh, that sounded so weird. I heard myself say that in Cocoa's voice. For my next erotic move, I'll be squirting ketchup on Guillotine with juvenile, reckless abandon. Anyway...

She looks away, closes her eye and grins. A chuckle comes out of her. She looks back at me.

"Heh, trying to pry more favors from me that I hadn't offered you? Your shame knows no bounds. However, simply for my amusement, whatever it is, I will allow it this time"

Bingo! Consent is granted to you. *y/n, you fucking idiot don't screw this up now. I let instinct take over and, man, was it dumber than I had hoped. I kiss her hand twice and before I know it my tongue comes out as I breath on the back of her hand. It dances on her skin as I breathe warmness onto her, leaving a light trail of my saliva on the top of her hand. I hear her gasp as my tongue dances for a few more quick seconds. Her hand begins to shake and I feel her intention of pulling her hand away. What possessed me to do what I did next was beyond me. I stop her retreat as I wrap my mouth around one of her fingers and begin lightly sucking. Whatever innocence was left in this whole situation is now gone. Her finger is entirely drenched in my mouth as I purposely wet it. I allow my tongue to dance around her finger, my eyes closed as I breath heavily. She gasps my title

"Servant! Wha...are you… "

I feel her other hand plant itself on the top of my head and through my hair. I think I've gone far enough. Thank God she let me go as far as I did. I hear Guillotine breathing heavily now. I open my mouth and let her finger slide out, covered in my saliva. I keep her hand grasped and I give her finger, only a second ago drowning in my mouth, a cute tap kiss. I look up at Guillotine and grin. She is beat red, breathing as if she just ran up a flight of stairs, skipping steps as she went. Her left eye darted to all sides of the room.

"Master, was THAT to your satisfaction" My volume was so low.

I let her hand go. She brings her "branded" hand close to her chest and looks at it

"You...you did more than enough" She turns around and starts mumbling something to herself. Her back turned to me so I can barely make it out but I do, indeed, hear it

"Holyshit Guillotine get a hold of yourself. Earthly pleasures are . . .are no obstacle to you" She takes a deep breath

I finally drop the act, stand up and chuckle

"sorry, Guillotine. I don't know what came over me" I feel myself stop smiling.

Fuck, am I regretting this? Maybe I jumped the gun

"That was a little unconventional and uh...I guess out of place" I let out a light chuckle trying to lighten the situation just in case I had just ruined it.

I scratch the back of my head. Guillotine turns around to face me and says something I didn't expect

"No, no I think . . ." she looks away for only a split second and hesitates "- you brought my consciousness fully back to the material plane"

"What?" I ask, with a smirk. Where the hell was she going with this?

"Your branding, if you can even call it that, has pacified the bloodlust of the Dark Lord...I think he's ...accepted you"

I giggle at her justification.

"You know-" I begin "-you can just say that you liked it" I say, innocently smiling at her.

Guillotine goes beat red again and looks away. She scratches the right side of her chin and then covers her right eye in her signature fashion. She scoffs

"Are you suggesting this or commanding me? For as I recall YOU are my servant. However since you did liberate me from the clutches of the Dark Lord, for as insignificant of a time as it may be, I believe a reward is in order"

She lowers her hand and she closes her eye in satisfaction, smiles and puts her right hand in her flak dress pocket.

"So you did like it!" Wait, did she say a reward is in order?

Her pleasant demeanor vanishes and she scoffs at me again.

"Tch, sheesh, yes, ok? I don't know what the hell you were thinking but...ugh! You couldn't just stop at a kiss? That seriously was enough. You had to go and get all...all-"

"-all what?"

"Your masculine wiles are certainly a weakness of mine"

Did she really just say that? I don't think I've ever heard any woman in history say that to someone

"All what, Guillotine? I ask again

"That's Guillotine de Mephisto and Master to you!"

I place my hands on my hips and lean it. She tucks in her chin closer to her neck and darts her left eye from side to side. Again she's red. I feel it happening to myself as well when I get this close to her. I repeat my question yet again.

"All WHAT, master Guillotine de Mephisto?"

She tilts her head away from me but looks directly into my eyes and with barely audible annunciation whispers

"...hot..."

I jump up, fist pump and clap my hands once together in absolute joy

"Guillotine de Mephisto, my master, just admitted that her servant was hot! Is this a dream?! Never in my years had I ever thought you would say anything like that!"

Guillotine turns and runs out of the room and into my bathroom. Even with the ferocity at which she ran, she didn't slam the door. Just like that, she was gone

...

"Uhhh..." I say out loud as I stand in disbelief. What the hell just happened? She really just ran away? I mean I know she is at least still in my quarters but...Shit, did I go too far?