A Slave’s Regret

Megan kneels on the rough-hewn wooden floor of the Inn, her knees aching, but she fears to shift her weight and show her inability to obey Master in this one small task. I bow my head, the silky veil of my autumn tresses covering my tear stained cheeks... and the light of anger in my eyes. How can I be angry with this Man, my Master, when it was my choice to run, knowing I would face punishment? But the petulance rises within me...if he had come after me the way he said he would, I would never have stayed away and been found by the Brigand. My cheeks turn crimson at the memory. I still feel his seed within me, mingled fluids trickling slowly between matting the curls round my labia.

I hear Master speak quietly with the tavern owner and the sound of coins on the bar, afraid to raise my eyes I remain motionless. His leather boots appear before me and I bend to place kisses on them in hopes of gentling his anger, shivering at the feel of a rough collar...

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