The Captain’s Slave part 14

MALIK

Seven sucked the last bit of restraint I had right out of my cock.

I think I’m falling in love with her. This feeling isn’t something I’ve felt before, but it’s so elating and overwhelming that surely it must be love.

It’s more than lust. Lust I’m familiar with because I’ve felt it with other females before. If it was so simple, it would have been exhausted as soon as I loaded Seven’s cheeks with my seed. But it’s still there, unrelenting. And I doubt any amount of sex will make it go away. This must be what General War felt for Joan.

And…I think I’m starting to get why he gave everything up for her.

“Tell me what names you’ve been considering,” I huff. Breaking the silence as we walk back home.

She licks her lips, and my cocks twitch in response, remembering the tight elasticity of her lips around them.

She was magnificent on her knees, sucking with so much wanton that I almost confused it with experience.

I’m going to fuck her again. Soon. I can’t walk straight otherwise, my hard cocks getting in my way. And my brain seems to rot. Clarity is only possible if I deposit my cum inside Seven.

“I’m… not sure,” she whispers back. “Nothing seems to fit.”

“Grace,” I declare. “I will name you Grace.”

“Why?”

Because that’s what you are.

She’s graceful, even as she knelt before me and sloppily drank from me. She looked like a vision.

“It suits you,” I reply, too cowardly to tell her my true feelings.

I can charge at an army bare-handed, but Ancestors forbid I run into a brown-eyed mysterious female slave that exudes innocence and confidence all at once.

“It suits you better than a number.”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Think about it.”

We reach home, and I glance at the woman whose belly is full of me.

Things feel awkward. What am I supposed to say?

We are more than master and servant now. More than roommates sharing a tired old house.

I just don’t know what to label this relationship yet.

“I will see you at dinner,” she whispers.

It doesn’t seem right to end things here. I want more from her. More of her brown eyes, soft smile, and anxious gestures.

“Very well,” I clear my throat. “Come to me after your bath.”

She lowers her head at the mention of a bath, embarrassed about the reminder of what she has done to dirty herself.

“Wh…why?” She asks cautiously.

I wonder if she fears that I’ll take her.

“You offered me help with marking my map, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then I’ll see you in a while.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just Malik. We are well past calling me sir now.”

I never thought I’d use the word cute to define a female. It was a word I reserved for children or perhaps pets. But as she covers her face with her hands, trying to hide from me, I find myself thinking that it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I walk past her, and go up the steps. From the distance, I hear my beast huff. As if laughing, or perhaps saying, I told you this would happen.

“Be quiet!” I shout at him.

“I’m sorry!” Seven squeals—feeling on edge because of all the tension in the air. It’s mostly sexually-charged, and mostly coming from me.

I turn around on the porch. “No, not you. I wasn’t speaking to you.”

She looks confused. And I realize that I’m losing my goddamn mind. Years of war and bloodshed didn’t do it, but this cute little female got the job done.

I grumble under my breath as I walk indoors, heading for my office. I crave a taste of liquor—or perhaps my numbing medication. Either option would calm my thoughts and the mess stirring in my chest. But I won’t medicate myself because I don’t know how I’ll be around Seven. I don’t want to hurt her.

I spend a few more hours reading through records and maps, writing down questions for Seven.

A soft knock comes when I’m reading under dim candlelight. A dangerous setting, because I know from experience how stunning Seven’s eyes look under the low flames.

“Enter.”

She comes inside bearing dinner. A platter loaded with food.

“Where is yours?” I ask her.

“I already ate,” she replies as she sets the platter on my desk and sits across from me.

I bite down my disappointment.

“So, this is it?” She asks as she scans my anotated maps.

“Yes. What blanks can you fill?”

She puts names to many territories, explaining who owns what and who is wealthy. She’s very knowledgeable and names every family in the vicinity.

“Excellent,” I say as I scan the map. “You’ve been very helpful.”

“Can I ask…why are you so interested?”

I glance at her. “Because I’m going to buy most of the neighboring lands.”

She glances at the map, then me. “Uh…okay? Why?”

“Because…”

I don’t know why. To stay busy? To find purpose in meaningless work? I don’t fucking know. I just hammer and chop all day because it’s the only thing that I can do ever since I left the military. Work is only way I can keep my mind somewhat tame.

“It’s alright. No need to answer,” she says.

I clear my throat. “I’m going away for a few days. I need you to prepare for my absence.”

There’s a tremor in her voice as she says, “What? But…where could you possibly want to go?”

“I’m going to investigate the slave markets you reported to me. Then I’m going to alert the military camps.”

“I’m coming with you,” she says.

“Absolutely not.”

“But…please. This is important to me. Slavery is a nightmare that I understand. I must help. I must do something to…”

I’m not sure what deal she made with her ex-slaver to heal her illness, but I know it must have been bad if she feels so guilty about it.

“You don’t owe anything to anyone. The past is in the past,” I tell her.

If someone got hurt in order to heal Seven…it doesn’t matter anymore. She has atoned for whatever sins she made by suffering slavery.

“Please, Malik. I want to help free slaves. I want to do more than cook dinner.”

“Out of the question. It’s dangerous.”

“I’ll—I’ll follow you! And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “You will do no such thing. I’ll tie you to your bed if I have to.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” She shouts. Looking at me with beautiful fury in her eyes. So innocent yet so brave.

I knew the candlelight was a bad setting, because it makes her look like a goddess of war and I want to fucking kiss her so badly.

She’s getting brave, because she’s beginning to understand the power she has over me. I would never hurt her or chain her like her ex master used to do

She’s beginning to understand just how weak I am for her.

“Damn my ancestors,” I growl. “It’s late. Get the hell out of here! Go!” I shout at her.

She glares and rises, leaving the platter behind—a small act of defiance. She leaves the door open as she leaves, and turns left.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I demand.

She returns to the doorway. Stomping her little foot and crossing her arms over her chest. “To my bed. I have been dismissed.”

“No. You will report to mine.”

That order takes all wind from under her wings.

With wide eyes, she asks, “You…you want me to share your bed?”

“Well, you drank my cum, didn’t you? Where else would I have you, if not for my bed?”

She entwines her fingers. “I…I don’t think I’m ready for…”

“Be at ease. Nothing will happen tonight. I just…”

I just need to hold you.

I sigh and rub my temples. I can’t tell her that. Of course I can’t.

“Report to my bed, you little spitfire. Enough questions and sass.”

She lowers her head. “Yes, sir.”

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