There was something curious about Zerlin. He’d suspected it ever since this last far too obvious coincidence.
Their gear was piled in one place with a note attached to a pack. The van was gone.
As he read the note, Sassik imagined the gray-clad man, pushing up his spectacles and not smiling.
I am the Caretaker of the Chasm. There will always be one but my time here is over. The house is further along the road. Take care of your slave, Blue.
There are presents in the living room.
You are the new Caretaker.
Wipe your feet on the mat and remember Aerthe is with you and watching over you, but don’t get cocky.
I will be travelling. Don’t try to find me.
If you don’t want the job, I suppose I guessed wrong.
He’d signed it, The Traveler.
The house was slightly disheveled, seeming to have been built by a man with numerous ideas on construction. The cream and azure blue paintwork was mostly flaking.
“This is apparently mine now, Blue.” Suspicious, he opened the front door with his boot. Nothing exploded. “Wipe your feet.”
“It has a tower,” she whispered as he brought her through the door.
“Yes.” And enough room for a family. “Your neck is far too bare. I need to fix that.”
“Yes.” And she smiled.
“Then I have to punish you for cursing me in the Chasm.”
“I did?”
Her shock amused him.
In the living room he had her strip and kneel, then he found the red collar he’d bought such a long time ago.
“You want to be mine?”
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
Saying Sir wasn’t what he’d taught her. On a cupboard behind her were the presents Zerlin had mentioned. “I like Sir. You can use it again. Until death us do part?” He remembered her phrase. It had significance for her.
“Yes.”
“Then I will collar you and make you my slave, forever. Hold your head high.”
As he buckled the collar and arranged it, with the metal heart he’d found in small shop dangling to the front, he looked again at the presents.
Zerlin had a sense of humor.
Use me, said a label attached to a bit gag that lay beside a crop.
Drink me, was the label on a bottle of liquor.
Eat me, was a third label that lay by itself.
That one, hmmm, he might attach to Blue, firstly her cunt.
The man was a seer, obviously. A pity they couldn’t have talked.
Sassik looked around the room then at his one and only slave, Blue. “I think we’re going to enjoy being here.”
He squatted beside her, fastened her wrists at her front, and took her by the throat.
Her eyes widened and softened in the way that he loved.
“I know you don’t want me to be gentle.”
She swallowed then quietly said, “No.”
“Good.” He walked to the cupboard and retrieved the gag and the crop, went back to her. “Open your mouth.”
Her immediate obedience made his heart swell, which was a little ridiculous. He decided his aberrant emotions were fine and buckled the bit gag into place. He kissed her mouth, loving the contrast of the hard gag against her softness. Then he picked her up and carried her to a well-padded sofa, and laid her on her back.
“Put your legs up, so I can see your cunt.”
When she grunted and raised her legs, with a hand on her ankles he helped her keep them high while he efficiently cropped her across her thighs, smacking her inner thighs beside her pussy to really make her jump.
Soon, Blue was nicely moaning. He could see her cunt tightening rhythmically and her wetness dribble into her cleft.
“Want me in there?”
She nodded and spread her legs.
“Not yet.” Using the end of the crop and his fingers he teased her, tsking when she begged through the gag and when she soaked a patch of the blanket beneath her pussy.
The third label came in handy. He dangled it before her, stuck it on her belly, then tongued her clit until she writhed and came. The label ended up underfoot. He threw the crop somewhere over his shoulder. The bit gag he tossed behind him also. Poised over her, with her legs held in place by his shoulders and her feet pointed at the ceiling, he slowly pushed inside.
Watching his cock do a disappearing act inside Blue while she babbled those noises she only uttered during sex...incredible. He sank all the way into her and halted, aware of her wetness on his balls and his cock throbbing for more.
“What are you, Blue?”
The wriggling of her butt to encourage him to fuck her? He ignored that, and her insistent whine. He waited, patient, smiling, thinking about smacking her ass again if she said this wrong.
Carnal need swam in her eyes. It was several seconds before understanding dawned.
“I’m yours, Sir.”
“Right answer.”
With his hands wrapped about her legs and his gaze locked to hers, he fucked her hard, spearing in, shunting out. The sofa bumped the wall. His last exuberant thrusts before he filled her made Blue squeal and tilted the sofa.
Elsewhere in the house, something fell and smashed.
He stayed inside her, watching her face and dreaming of her wish coming true. A child would be wondrous.
When he found the bedroom, he carried her in and dropped her onto the quilt.
Then he lay beside her and pulled her close so she could snuggle. “How was that, my slave?” He took her tired mumble as a satisfactory answer. “Tomorrow we will talk.”
*****
She’d said, I think maybe I could love you, but Blue decided it was wise to keep that part quiet.
She was hoping more than feeling certain. Love was something you had to grow into. His smell, his body weight sinking the bed, and his presence surrounding her made her smile and she wriggled even closer to him – if that were possible. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander down the many pathways the future might offer them. What they had now was more than enough. What this might become filled her with a gentle excitement.