The virgin slave #3

~Sophie

Sometimes, I wonder who I was ; before I came here. You know, having no memories has its own benefits at times. But the times like now, I just wish if I could remember just one thing from my past. The urge is more now that I have seen him; after 13 long years. He has grown up to a sexy , most handsome guy I have ever seen. His body, what a fine masterpiece of nature! His strong biceps bulging from this shirt sleeves. And his eyes, so mysterious, so mesmerizing; a tornado personified. His hair are messed up. Perhaps he had been running his fingers through them. My fingers twitch to run through those hair. But the irony is, I cannot see those eyes, touch his body, lick those lips of his, run my hand down his chest, none of them, totally none of them I am allowed to !! He is the one that I crave and cannot have. Here, at this mansion; I got everything I ever asked for. But nothing ; absolutely nothing is important in front him.  I guess that is the reward I get for being bought by his father. How can I possibly dream about a guy who is the son to man who owns me !! A man whose slave I have been for my entire life !!

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