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Previous part: Part 12

She withdrew from between my legs, her face still wet and panting just as I was. She licked her lips slowly before crawling over me, kissing me with passion. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and I let her in, moaning at the taste of myself in her mouth. Our tongues intertwined, exploring each other in a familiar rhythm, and although a faint blush of embarrassment flickered in me, I couldn’t stop. I wrapped my arms around her body, caressing her back, relishing the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers as we continued to kiss.

Haley pulled back to catch her breath, and I sat up beside her, the two of us seated on the mattress. I didn’t give her time to say anything; I leaned forward and kissed her again. She smiled against my lips before lying back on the bed. A subtle gesture of her hand and the slow opening of her legs was all the invitation I needed.

Desire burned inside me.

I settled between her legs, letting my tongue slide over her slit. I couldn’t help but moan against her as I tasted her, eagerly gathering her sweetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as I began to lick her, savoring every drop of her warmth. As my tongue roamed over her soft, warm skin, her moans intensified, and I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking gently, feeling her tremble under my touch.

Without warning, I slid a finger inside her, drawing a deep moan from her. Adding a second finger, her breath became erratic, filled with short gasps. My fingers moved within her, and my tongue continued its journey, licking and sucking her clit, making her body shake with pleasure.

"Oh god..." she gasped, her body arching under my touch. I felt her warmth increase, my fingers sliding in and out of her with a faster rhythm as I intensified my suction, drawing out moans that sparked something within me, driving me to increase the pace.

“Caroline!” she moaned, her voice breaking with desire just before her orgasm hit. Her body tensed, releasing a rush of warmth that soaked me. I opened my mouth, surprised by the intoxicating mix of her essence, sweet and salty, sliding down my throat, leaving me with a deep, almost addictive feeling.

I gripped her thighs, my nails digging in slightly, and in response, Haley arched her back, a mix of pleasure and slight pain escaping her lips.

“Oh, god!” she exclaimed, her skin shivering beneath my hands, but I didn’t stop. My tongue continued exploring every inch, savoring every drop of her until I was satisfied. Finally, panting and with my face wet, I wiped myself off as best as I could with my hand, licking the remnants of her from my fingers. Exhausted, my heart racing, I crawled over and collapsed beside her.

Haley was still catching her breath, still wrapped in the aftermath of pleasure. I moved closer, seeking her warmth, and rested my head just below her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin against my cheek, using her chest as a pillow. The gentle rhythm of her breathing and heartbeat filled the silence, providing a peace I hadn’t known I needed. Her fingers started playing with my hair, stroking it gently.

“Are you okay?” Haley whispered, her voice still breathless.

“I’m... very okay,” I murmured, feeling warmth creep into my cheeks. It still felt strange to admit how much I enjoyed this, how much I loved being with her. But I focused on the rhythm of her heart, letting that serenity fill me completely.

Haley let out a soft laugh, barely audible. “You look so pretty like this… calm.”

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. “I never want to move from here,” I murmured, surrendering to the warmth of her skin beneath my head, to the steady beat of her heart.

“Then don’t,” she replied, a smile in her voice as the comforting silence returned. I stayed like that, listening to her breathing grow calmer, losing myself in her peace.

Finally, Haley broke the silence, her voice low, almost hesitant. “You know, Caroline… at first, I thought the Master was wrong. That I didn’t need anyone by my side. Although I sometimes missed having friends, I even confessed it to him, I never thought I truly needed it,” she admitted, her tone soft but heavy with sincerity. “But now… now I see he always knows what he’s doing.”

Her confession hung in the air, filled with a vulnerability I had never seen in her before. I felt her heartbeat slow beneath my ear, her hand trembling slightly as she stroked my hair.

“And… you’re a beautiful birthday gift,” she added in a whisper, her voice barely audible, but the weight of her words filled the room.

I stayed still, letting what she said sink into me. A warmth settled in my chest. I remembered my first day here when the Master introduced me as her “gift,” and how later, Haley had intervened on my behalf when he struck me, asking him to be kinder to me. That gesture had surprised me at the time, and now, remembering it made me smile. As if everything suddenly made sense: she felt responsible for me and had always treated me with a kindness I had never experienced before in my life. There was a connection between us, a deep understanding that transcended words; only she and I knew what it meant to have a master.

But as that memory washed over me, I couldn’t help but wish the Master could see me the same way Haley did, with that blend of affection and care. I longed for him to love me as I loved him, for saving me from the streets, for giving me a purpose when I had nothing. But I knew he wouldn’t give that kind of love easily. I’d have to earn it. Prove to him that I was worthy of his affection.

I’d have to be a good girl. His good girl. And only then could I get what I so deeply desired: to leave this basement, to sleep by his side, and to give back what he’d given me. To dedicate my life, the one he saved, to serving him. At my Master’s feet.

Yet, a hint of doubt lingered in my mind. What had Haley done to earn the Master’s trust? Curiosity gnawed at me. Finally, I broke the silence with a hesitant whisper, feeling my shyness creep in.

“Haley, can I ask you something?” My words were barely audible.

She turned to me, smiling softly. “Don’t be shy, ask anything you want.”

I took a deep breath before continuing, afraid of sounding too desperate. “Well… I wanted to know if there was something specific you did to make the Master let you out of the basement. How did you earn his trust?”

Haley slowly sat up, gently lifting my head off her chest, her movements calm and deliberate. She repositioned herself on the bed, placing my head on her lap with a protective gesture. As she did, her fingers slipped through my hair, stroking it almost automatically. She looked into my eyes for a moment, her lips slightly parted as if searching for the right words, her gaze filled with silent understanding.

“Well,” she began, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear with a tenderness I hadn’t expected, “I didn’t fall in love with him as quickly as you have. In fact, I tried to escape many times, as I already told you.” Although her tone was serene, I noticed a slight tremor in her voice, as if remembering those moments still touched her. “But when I stopped resisting... when I accepted how I felt for him and began to obey, things started to change. He tried to be affectionate with me much earlier, but I always pushed him away. I wasn’t ready then.”

“Affectionate?” I whispered, surprised by the word.

Haley nodded slowly, a small nostalgic smile appearing on her lips. “Yes, dear. When I told him I loved him… that’s when everything started to be different. It wasn’t immediate, of course, it took him time to fully trust me. But when he saw that I wasn’t going to run, that I accepted him, he finally let me out of here.”

Her gaze softened, and she stroked my cheek before continuing. “I don’t think there’s anything special you need to do, beyond what you’re already doing. Obey him, give him time. Time is the most important thing. Sometimes it changes everything.”

I remained silent, taking in her words. She was right; I couldn’t rush things. I just had to obey him and trust that he’d see my efforts. This revelation filled me with a strange mix of relief and hope.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling that those simple words couldn’t fully express what it meant to me at that moment. Haley gave me a sympathetic smile, and with a gentle gesture, stroked my hair.

“You don’t have to thank me,” she whispered. Then, as if a funny idea had just crossed her mind, she added with a laugh, “Though… now that I think about it, the Master loves a good blowjob. If you give him plenty and use your tongue well, maybe you’ll get out of here in no time!”

Her tone was light and playful, and I couldn’t help but laugh with her, feeling, for the first time in a long while, a little more at ease and a little less alone.

The lateness of the hour hit me as my eyelids began to feel heavy. Haley noticed and whispered, her voice a little sleepy, “Come on, Caroline, let’s get some sleep.”

I nodded, lifting my head from her lap as she settled on the mattress, lying on her side. I followed and lay next to her, face to face. “Come here,” she murmured with a soft, playful smile. I moved closer, and she wrapped me in her arms, pulling me against her. I felt my face pressed against her soft breasts; I blushed a little but responded by wrapping my arms around her, feeling the warmth and softness of her body.

A wave of emotions overwhelmed me. Something as simple as a hug, that closeness... I hadn’t felt anything like this in so long. Tears began to well up, and before I could hold them back, my emotions spilled over.

“Thank you, Haley,” I whispered through tears, feeling my voice break a little. “Thank you… for being my friend, for being here with me.”

She hugged me a little tighter, stroking my hair in silence as she let my tears flow. “You don’t have to thank me, Caroline. Sometimes, I think I needed a friend too.” Her tone was gentle, full of affection, and I felt a warmth that helped calm me.

We stayed like that, embraced, in comforting silence until sleep slowly enveloped me, feeling safe in her arms.