Part 10

The Master stepped back slowly and picked up the hose to spray my thighs, washing away the juices that had dripped down my legs when I came. After making sure I was clean, he took my arm and helped me out of the shower. I was used to staying wet and waiting to dry off on my own, but I wondered how he would dry off.

As we left the bathroom, I blushed from head to toe upon seeing Haley waiting for us with two towels in hand. Without completely letting go of me, the Master stepped aside slightly and leaned in to her, kissing her softly, tenderly, in a way that made a sudden, silent pang of jealousy shoot through me. "Thank you, my dolly," he murmured, taking one of the towels.

The feeling of jealousy quickly faded when Haley’s eyes met mine. There was tenderness in her gaze, but also something deeper. She handed me the other towel, and for a moment, her lips curved into a smile that made me feel less uncomfortable. “Thank you...” I said shyly, taking the towel from her hands.

As I started drying off, I noticed the intensity in her stare. Her eyes trailed over my naked body with a hint of lust that was hard to miss. My cheeks flushed again, and even though I tried to focus on drying myself, I couldn’t ignore the sensation of being watched so closely. Haley seemed to notice my discomfort and shifted her gaze toward the Master. While drying myself, I listened to their conversation in silence.

“What have you prepared for me to eat, my dolly?” the Master asked, drying himself slowly, with no rush.

“Stew, Master. You said it was your favorite, remember?” Haley responded with a soft, pleased smile.

“Oh, I remember. Thank you, I’m looking forward to tasting it again,” he replied, satisfied, as he continued dressing.

When I finished drying off, I watched as the Master got dressed to leave with Haley. A knot of uncertainty formed in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed his arm. “Can I come with you...?” I asked, my voice soft and hesitant.

Haley looked at the Master with a pleading expression, silently asking on my behalf. The Master, calm as ever, shifted his gaze to me, studying me for what felt like an eternity.

“I’m sorry, not yet, my birdie,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “But if you keep behaving, I promise you’ll come with us soon.”

Hearing his response, a small wave of disappointment washed over me, but I simply nodded in silence. I still had his arm in my grip, not wanting to let him go, but as I saw his patient, steady gaze, I loosened my fingers and released him, letting him move freely.

I knew I still had to earn his trust, to prove that I was worthy of his approval, his attention. I had to be deserving of him.

Haley gave me one last look, and just before turning to leave, she winked at me, leaving me confused and filled with a swirl of emotions. Without saying anything, I watched them both head upstairs with the Master. The sound of the door closing echoed in the space, and suddenly, the loneliness wrapped itself around me completely.

I felt strange, disappointed in myself for not convincing him, upset with myself for not being good enough for him, and confused by the meaning of Haley's wink. I sat on the floor, cross-legged, pouting as a whirlwind of thoughts flooded my mind. Had I done something wrong? Why did I feel like this? Everything seemed complicated, and the silence of the basement only deepened my doubts.

I dragged myself to the mattress and wrapped myself in the blanket, trying to calm my mind. It wasn’t that I had done something wrong, right? I hadn’t been under his guidance for long, and I couldn’t expect him to fully trust me yet. Maybe that was what Haley’s wink meant—that she would try to convince him for me. The thought of having her support gave me a little relief amidst my confusion.

The softness of the bed made me realize how tired I was. I decided to nap; Haley would wake me later for lunch anyway. I took a deep breath, searching for his scent on the side of the bed where he had slept, soaking in that sense of closeness, making it feel like he was with me. “I’ll make you proud of me, Master,” I whispered to myself before closing my eyes, letting exhaustion take over.

Suddenly, I found myself alone in a dark, desolate alley. The cold cut through to my bones, and hunger gnawed at me from the inside. My hands trembled as I contemplated rummaging through the trash. The desperation was so deep that the disgust faded away, but just as I approached the dumpster, a van pulled up in front of me. The engine roared, and fear jolted me. I prepared to run.

“Excuse me,” I heard a calm voice, and I turned my head. A man was watching me from the open window of the van. “Yes, you,” he continued, strangely kind. “I’m interviewing homeless women for a small paper. I’d like to hear your story... I’ll treat you to a meal.”

The offer disarmed me. Though I shouldn’t trust strangers, the promise of a hot meal was too tempting. While my thoughts wrestled between reason and hunger, the man got out with a food container in hand.

“It’s still warm, if you’d like,” he said with a smile. I knew I shouldn’t, but my stomach growled, and the temptation was too strong. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice weak but full of desperation.

We walked to a nearby bench, where he started asking me questions—about my life, my memories, even my favorite color. Each question seemed strangely intimate. When he finished, he offered me money, but I declined, feeling uncomfortable. He offered me a jacket, and that I accepted, grateful for some warmth.

We headed back toward his van, but just as I got inside, I felt a damp cloth pressed against my face. I tried to fight, but I had no strength. Everything went dark, and a feeling of filth, of hunger, enveloped me... until something changed.

Suddenly, the alley began to fade. The grimy walls melted into shadows, and I felt my body gently falling backward, as if the dream itself was pushing me out of that place. The sensation of hunger disappeared, as if it had been nothing more than an illusion. The grime on my hands and clothes vanished too. I didn’t know where I was, but the dark alley transformed into the familiar basement where I slept. The transition was smooth, like everything I had experienced had been just a distant echo. I felt at home down there.

At that moment, something warm and comforting touched my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes to find Haley’s face, her soft hands caressing me tenderly. "Wake up, Caroline, it’s time to eat," she murmured, her eyes watching me with calm and kindness.

The fear and confusion from the dream began to fade as I focused on her, on reality. The warmth of her touch and the peace in her gaze anchored me back to the present. I slowly sat up, still under the effect of the emotions from the dream, and found myself smiling softly. That dream had reminded me of how lucky I was. I had forgotten how awful my life had been before, how the despair and hunger consumed me.

What the Master had done for me was something beyond anything I could have imagined. Someone else might have used me and left me in an alley, like trash, but he hadn’t. He had saved me, given me a purpose, and though I still had to prove my loyalty to him, I felt grateful for everything he had offered.

“Caroline,” Haley said, pulling me out of my thoughts. Her soft voice brought me back to the moment.

“Sorry, I was thinking,” I replied quickly, still a bit disoriented.

“Don’t worry,” she said with an understanding smile. “I know you’re still disappointed about not being able to come with us today, but I promise, you’ll be out of here soon.”

“Can I ask why you winked at me?” I asked shyly, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

Haley giggled playfully, her eyes lighting up. “I can’t tell you, it’s a secret,” she replied, with a hint of mystery in her voice. “But I’ll make it up to you,” she added, biting her lip. Before I could react, she slowly leaned in, and I felt the tension in the air. In an instant, we were kissing, her soft hand cupping my cheek. I felt her tongue pushing against my lips, and I let her in; our tongues began tasting each other. I moaned into her mouth, and she moaned into mine in return, sending shivers down my body.

I started caressing her breasts as we kissed. She let out a soft moan in my mouth before pushing me back onto the bed. We kissed passionately until, finally, she pulled away to catch her breath. Our eyes met as we panted slightly; I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and I blushed.

Then her gaze fell on my breasts.

“They’re so pretty,” she said, sitting on top of me and cupping them in her hands. I let out a small moan when she squeezed them a little harder. I moaned again when she took my nipples between her fingers and began to tease them, first slowly, then with more intensity. God, the pain was as intense as the pleasure. A cry and a moan escaped my lips as I writhed beneath her, unable to hold back. The mischievous smile on her face made me feel a tingle deep within my being.

Finally, she paused for a moment, but then she leaned over me again, taking my breast between her lips and sucking it with a mix of tenderness and desire, provoking a deep sigh from me. I felt her wet tongue tracing circles around my nipple as her warm breath caressed my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. Slowly, she moved to my other breast, sucking it with the same dedication. Her tongue played with the tip of my nipple, making me tremble with anticipation while I felt my sex dripping, increasingly wet.

I brought my hand to my mouth, biting my fingers to stifle a moan. She pulled back briefly, and a thin thread of saliva connected my breast to her lips. She looked into my eyes intensely, a spark of mischief shining in her gaze before she began to descend, kissing my belly softly. With each kiss she left on my skin, my breath quickened and my heart raced, almost exploding as her lips drew closer to my sex.

She stopped just before reaching it, looking at me with that mischievous smile while blowing gently on my groin. A shiver ran through my entire body, and I moaned softly, unable to contain the pleasure. I moaned again when, finally, her lips landed noisily on my sex, leaving a wet kiss before she started licking me with intensity.

I felt her tongue slide deeply inside me, provoking a tremor that coursed through my entire being. I moaned even louder as her tongue twisted inside me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm with each precise movement. The intensity increased, and my body could take no more. Unable to control myself, my hands buried themselves in her hair, pulling her down and burying her face against my sex as my orgasm exploded.

My body trembled; each spasm was a pure release of pleasure, my juices soaking her face. I held her there, almost smothering her, as my body continued to shake. When I finally let go, Haley was gasping, her face covered in my juices, but with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. She licked her lips with a gleam in her eyes.

“Damn, you taste incredibly good,” she murmured between breaths, wiping her face with one hand before sensually licking it. With the other, she began to frantically touch herself, seeking her own relief. Still breathing heavily, I sat up and crawled towards her, who stood trembling. I knelt before her, my face level with her sex. I grasped her legs to support myself, and without hesitation, my lips landed on her wet sex.

I knew I owed as much to this woman as to the master. If she hadn’t asked to have a friend, I would still be on the streets, lost. I began to suck and lick her delicious sex, feeling her moans grow more intense with each movement of my tongue. Her body trembled with little spasms under my touch. With each of her moans, I increased the intensity, devouring her sex with more eagerness, deepening my tongue and playing with every sensitive part of her.

Her hands gripped my head, pushing me against her as her gasps turned into muffled cries of pleasure. Her breathing quickened, and I could feel her body starting to tense, trembling more and more with the approach of orgasm. I didn’t stop. My lips and tongue worked fervently, sucking her clitoris, tasting her wetness, bringing Haley to the edge. One last heartbreaking moan escaped her lips, and her body arched violently as she came in an explosion of pleasure, her juices soaking me as I kept licking, enjoying her flavor, prolonging her pleasure until her body could take no more.

I withdrew from her sex when her hands finally released my head. Gasping and with my face soaked in her juices, Haley knelt on the bed, exhausted, before me. We both breathed heavily.

Haley smiled again, that mischievous smile that made butterflies flutter in my stomach, and she began to approach me once more. Before I could react, she took my face in her hands and we began to kiss, savoring the taste of our mixed juices. We pulled apart after a moment, still a bit dazed.

“Wow, that was incredible,” I said, blushing.

“You were incredible too,” Haley replied with a laugh. We lay on the bed, curled up almost hugging, my head resting on her chest. With the Master, I always felt that mix of submission and protection; his hard and strong body enveloped me, making me feel small yet safe.

However, with Haley, it was different: her skin was soft, warm, and instead of making me feel vulnerable, it filled me with a warmth that comforted me, as if she were wrapping me in a blanket where I could completely relax. She began to gently stroke my hair with her hands, her fingers sliding delicately.

“Your hair is very pretty,” she said with a tender smile. I blushed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I had never liked my hair; I always considered it too short and black, dreaming of having it brown or blonde, something "prettier," or at least that’s what I thought. But at that moment, with her words and the way she caressed it, I felt truly beautiful.

“Thank you…” I murmured shyly.

“You’re so shy, Caroline!” Haley said with a laugh as she stood up and took my hands. “Come on, let’s eat,” she added with a smile, guiding me.

We sat around the food tray. There was a large plate with a fish fillet and many vegetables.

“I already ate with the master, but don’t worry, I’ll stay to keep you company,” Haley said, smiling sweetly. “Eat it all; you’re still skinny and need the protein. Don’t argue, I’m a veterinarian, I know what I’m talking about,” she joked, pretending to use an authoritative voice that reminded me of the master but with a playful touch that didn’t quite fit her.

I couldn’t help but laugh, but I guess an animal doctor knows something about nutrition, so I listened to her. The fish tasted delicious, and after playing with Haley, I was very hungry. When I finished, Haley stood up to say goodbye.

“Goodbye, Caroline,” Haley said, her voice tinged with a soft sadness as if leaving me weighed on her. She paused for a moment on the first step, turning to look at me one last time with those eyes I was already starting to miss.

“Goodbye, Haley…” I whispered, my chest tightening as I watched her ascend the stairs. I knew that as soon as she disappeared, the emptiness in the basement would envelop me again. My hand trembled slightly, wanting to reach out to her, but I remained still, watching her figure fade into the shadows. Each step she took resonated in my heart, leaving me with the feeling that, for a moment, all the warmth we shared was fading with her.