Reap

Something inside of me cooled. The rage that always ran through my veins calmed. It was still there, I could feel it bubbling under the surface, but her warm hand had calmed it. I took a deep breath. There was no pain, no poison, just the feeling of her.

“I…” My eyes snapped open when she spoke. Master did not let us speak. But her voice … it sounded strange. It made me want to listen, even if it was forbidden.

I watched her swallow. I watched her eyelashes flutter and my chest tightened. She was … she made me feel … I was unsure …

“I came to wash your hair,” she said. I closed my eyes. Her voice. Her voice was different, sounded different to Master’s, but I … I liked hearing it.

Suddenly, I felt her hand touch my hair. When I opened my eyes, she was kneeling up in front of me. Her gentle hands were touching my hair.

“It’s so long,” she said. I frowned. Her hair was long, too. Was my hair being long bad?

I did not allow my eyes to leave her face. I couldn’t look away. Her face was … it did something to how I felt inside. My chest tightened. My stomach clenched, and I felt my cock get hard. I wanted her to touch me again. I wanted her to stroke my cock again like she did before.

But I forgot wanting that from her when her lips moved and she smiled. My lips parted and I dropped her hand. But her smile dropped, too.

No. I didn’t want that.

“Are you okay?” she asked again, her kind voice washing over me. It made me feel warm. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt warm. It was always cold in my cells. In this cell. I didn’t want to be cold anymore. I liked feeling this way. With her.

A pain stabbed at my head, causing my body to bend forward. I saw someone smiling in my mind, it felt like I knew them. I heard people laughing … and it was warm.…

Gasping one final time, the pain left me. The female was next to me, touching my arm. Master’s female’s face wasn’t smiling anymore. But I needed her to smile.

I turned her quickly, and holding her by both arms, I pulled her to my chest. A shocked sound came out of her mouth as I held her against my skin.

My cock hardened again. I liked her against me. I glanced down to see her tits pushing against my chest. I heard her breathing change and a redness crept up her neck and onto her face.

Smile, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to see her smile again.

Releasing one of my hands from her arm, I touched my fingers to her lips. They were pink and full. I wanted to touch them further, but I wanted her to smile more. Master and his guards didn’t smile.

I nodded my head toward her mouth, tapping my fingers against her lips. She frowned and reached up to take my hand. “What do you want?” she gently asked.

I pulled my hands free and tapped on her lips again with my fingertips. She sighed and leaned her head farther forward. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t. Master never allowed me to speak. I shook my head at the female and sat back on my heels.

Master’s female moved away and came back with her water. She held up some bottles. “Will you let me wash your hair?”

I touched my hair with my fingers. I couldn’t understand why she wanted to wash it. Her hand touched my shoulder. “Will you let me? I’d like to,” she whispered.

Then she smiled.

Lurching to my knees, I brought her close and touched her lips and nodded my head.

Her eyes searched mine to understand, then she sucked in a breath and her lips spread into another smile. “You want me to smile? You like it when I smile?”

Nodding, I moved closer and ran my fingers along her lips. She let me touch her. She let me look at her smile, then she pressed her fingers to my mouth. She swallowed, then asked, “Can you smile?”

I pulled back and bowed my head. Master wouldn’t allow it. She followed me, and putting her finger under my chin, lifted my head. Confusion filled her eyes and her smile had disappeared.

I didn’t understand why her eyes were confused.

Her hand ran through my hair. “Let’s wash this, shall we?” she said in a broken voice.

I nodded and sat back. I didn’t understand why she looked sad.

I watched her get the water bowl and searched with my eyes for her chains. She didn’t have any. I next searched for her identity number. I couldn’t see one.

My eyebrows pulled down. I didn’t understand why she was here. All Master’s females wore chains, collars, or cuffs. She had none. Then my heart started to beat faster.

Had Master given her to me? Was she mine to keep?