The Master's Command Part: 1
The Master's Command Part: 1
The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open, the sound echoing through the grand hallway of Roran’s mansion. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the secret I carried—a secret that could change everything between us. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the musty smell of the servant quarters where I usually resided. “Elara,” Roran’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and commanding. “Come here.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I had been his servant for years, but tonight felt different. Tonight, I was more than just a servant. I was something else—something he desired, something he controlled.
I stepped into the dimly lit study, the soft glow of the fireplace casting long shadows on the walls. Roran sat behind his massive oak desk, his eyes piercing through me like daggers. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, every inch of him exuding power and wealth. His presence was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine.
“Close the door,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I did as I was told, the click of the door latching shut sending a jolt of anticipation through me. The room seemed to shrink around us, the weight of his gaze pressing down on me like a physical force.
“Come closer,” he demanded, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. I hesitated for a moment, my feet feeling like they were glued to the floor. But then I took a deep breath and moved forward, my steps slow and deliberate.
When I reached the edge of his desk, he finally stood up, towering over me. His height and strength were intimidating, but there was something else in his eyes—something that made my heart race even faster. “You know why you’re here,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. I nodded, unable to find my voice. My hands trembled as I clasped them together, trying to steady myself. “Good,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Then we can skip the formalities.” Without warning, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer until our bodies were mere inches apart. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but I didn’t dare pull away. Instead, I let him guide me, my breath hitching as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?” he whispered, his voice dripping with menace. I shuddered at his words, my mind racing with thoughts of what he might do next. I had always known that serving Roran came with risks, but this—this was something else entirely. “Answer me,” he commanded, giving my wrist a sharp tug. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I have.” He chuckled darkly, releasing my wrist and stepping back slightly. “Tell me what you’ve done.” I bit my lip, hesitating again. This was it—the moment of truth. If I lied, I would be punished. If I told the truth, I might still be punished, but at least I would have some control over my fate.
“I… I took something that wasn’t mine,” I admitted, my voice trembling. Roran raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “And what did you take?” “A… a key,” I stammered, my cheeks flushing with shame. “From your desk drawer.” His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might strike me. But instead, he simply stared at me, his gaze boring into mine. “Why?” he asked finally, his tone calm but dangerous. “Because… because I wanted to see what was inside,” I confessed, tears welling up in my eyes. “I wanted to know what secrets you were hiding.”
Roran’s expression softened slightly, though the intensity in his eyes remained. “And what did you find?” I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze. “Nothing important. Just… just some papers.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t have done that, Elara.” “I know,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m sorry.” For a long moment, he said nothing, simply watching me with those piercing eyes. Then, without warning, he reached out and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Do you know what happens to disobedient servants?” he asked, his voice deceptively gentle. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Good,” he replied, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “Because you’re going to learn a lesson tonight.” Before I could react, he spun me around and pressed me against the edge of the desk, my legs dangling off the side. I gasped in surprise, my hands instinctively reaching out to brace myself against the cold wood. “Stay still,” he ordered, his voice firm. I obeyed, my body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I could feel his presence behind me, his heat radiating against my back. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my mind racing with thoughts of what he might do next. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk. I whimpered softly, my breath coming in short gasps. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and gruff. I hesitated for a moment, my mind screaming at me to resist. But I knew better than to defy him. Slowly, I spread my legs, my thighs quivering with nervous energy.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Now, let’s see how much you’ve learned.” With that, he reached down and grabbed the hem of my skirt, yanking it up over my hips. I gasped in shock, my face burning with embarrassment as my bare ass was exposed to his gaze. “Beautiful,” he growled, his fingers tracing the curve of my buttocks. “So soft and perfect.” I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my body responding to him, betraying my fear with its eagerness. “But you need to be taught a lesson,” he continued, his voice hardening. “And I’m just the man to do it.” Before I could process his words, I felt the cool metal of a collar being fastened around my neck. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I realized what it was. “There,” Roran said, his voice satisfied. “Now you’re mine.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The collar felt strange against my skin, a constant reminder of my submission. I could feel the weight of it, the way it restricted my movements ever so slightly. “Stand up,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I did as I was told, my legs shaky as I rose to my feet. The collar felt heavier now, a symbol of my obedience—or lack thereof. “Turn around,” he commanded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I turned slowly, my heart racing as I faced him. He was standing so close, his body almost touching mine. The air between us crackled with tension, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. “Look at me,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. I lifted my gaze to meet his, my breath hitching as I saw the hunger in his eyes. There was something primal about it, something that made my knees weak and my pulse quicken. “You belong to me now,” he whispered, his fingers trailing down my arm. “Do you understand?”
I nodded, my voice trapped in my throat. The truth of his words hit me like a ton of bricks, settling deep in my bones. I was his—completely and utterly. “Good,” he murmured, his lips curving into a predatory smile. “Now, let’s see how well you can follow orders.”
