Unworthy(closed to one male, PM to join)

Her shoulders and arms had long since gone numb, her wrists chaffed and raw from the cold steel shackles she hung from. It was damp and dark, her body shivering in the cage she was chained inside of. Head hung low, she kept her head closed as she hung there. She didn't understand why he'd chained her there... it wasn't like she would ever dare to run. No, indeed... even though he did not own her and she owed him no allegiance, she didn't run because one day she had faith that her master would return.

Lord Ian Regant had purchased her at auction only days after her village had been raided and she'd been captured to be made a slave. They'd intended her to be used for manual labor, not exotic enough to fetch a high price on the block as a pleasure slave. But Lord Regant had seen something within her, something no one else had or probably ever could. Their connection had been almost instant. It took only a few hours for him to convince her that fighting was not the way she wanted to spend their time together as he gentled her with soothing touches and soft words.

He promised her a good life of luxury in exchange for her loyalty, nothing more. Do as he asks and she will live a better life than she ever could have dared to dream of in her tiny village on the meager living her father had brought in as a blacksmith. They'd been happy... so very happy. He'd promised her the best of treatment, asking her only that she lay with him when he came to her, and she'd promised him a child if he so desired it of her. He'd been thrilled at the prospect, and had set to attempting to get her with child almost immediately. Joy... that's what their lives had been... pure joy.

And then the war came. Only months after her purchase date, another kingdom had begun to invade their lands from the north. Lord Regant's lands were in the south, but he owed the King his allegiance, and so was required to march his men north to defend the kingdom.

In his stead, his younger brother took over the care of his lands and people... as well as Jostlyn herself. Everyday he spent his time trying to overcome her unshakable loyalty to his older brother, to convince her to serve him and betray her master. She refused. He tried every method he could think of to win her over... Everything from gentling and codling, to convincing her that Ian was destined to die and would never return to her. Still she refused.

He beat her, whipped her, starved her... nothing worked. Finally, when he was sure she would not bend to his will, he decided that he would just take her when he wanted her, beat her when she fought, and keep her caged until her spirit broke.

Her once silky flaming auburn hair now hung in matted, dirty tangles around her sallow face, stretched eyelids drooping over a pair of once spirited blue eyes that were now instead filled with pain and longing. She missed him... gods, how she missed him. When he'd told her he was leaving, she was fearful that he wouldn't come back... but she never thought that being parted from him this long would hurt so badly. She was beginning to realize that she loved Lord Ian Regant... even if she could never tell him.


The idea behind this thread is that Jostlyn(my character) has been suffering the ill treatment of Ian's brother, Neal. She's pregnant with Neil's child, but neither she nor he are aware of said fact, and Ian has just returned home. Neal left Jostlyn in her cage in the dungeons of the keep, and this is where Ian returns to find her. The character of Neal can be npc'd if need be, or he can played as a secondary character by whoever chooses to take the part of Ian. The character of Ian is left largely up to the player, the only thing that is set in stone is that he cared/cares for Jostlyn on some level. The war could have changed him for the worst or for the better, that is largely up to the player who takes the part. Please PM me with any questions you have or your request to join the thread. I am looking for someone who can keep up with me in post length and quality, and preferably someone who can post at least once a day.

Ian Regant

A loud clinking sound rang out through the walls of the stairwell and the dungeon below.

"Dammit!"

Ian Regant cursed alourd, not able to control the rage that was burning inside him. Here he was, defending his kingdom from invaders, trusting his castle and servants to his brother. And what does that bastard do, but try to impose his unwanted will on the entire castle, not the least of which was his favorite pleasure slave.

"How could he have done this?"

Ian asked rhetorically to noone as he hit the bottom of the stairwell and hurried past row after row of cells. Ian knew which cell Jostlyn would be in. It was the cell reserved for the most horrid of criminals, and it was the place "she", of all people, least deserved to be.

Ian's boots continued to echo loud and deep into the massive expanse that was his dungeon, and he felt the eyes of all the other prisoners upon him as he ran. The light from the torch that he bore showed the urgency in his face.

Ian had always been a stoic king, rarely showing his emotions to anybody. It was for that reason that he had bought the lovely Jostlyn at auction. He had intended for her a supurb life, one far better than she could ever have dreamed. In addition to giving her more than she could ever hope, ask, and expect, he had given her his trust. Jostlyn could never be his wife and queen, but she could be his confidant. Even if Jostlyn talked, which Ian knew she never would, he could have it simply be dismissed as the words of a spiteful slave.

"God, finally!"

Ian's exclaimed in an excited, albeit breathless voice. Ian reached the cell at the very back of the bottommost of his dungeons and quickly tried to unlock it. In his haste however, he was having difficulties, and he had to force himself to stop and breathe. When finally the key clicked in the lock Ian grabbed the handle and heaved. The heavy door groaned in protest, but Ian quickly pulled it all the way open and rushed in.

There she was, his beloved Jostlyn. Jostlyn hung suspended by chains that hung from the ceiling. Her head was bowed in defeat, but he took it as a sign to the fact that she hadn't given in to his brother's demands.

Ian quickly hurried to Jostlyn and closed his arms around her.

Ian could barely recognize Jostlyn. Instead of shining and beautiful, she was dirty and besheveled. Her eyes that should have shown blue weren't showing at all, closed in defeat.

"Jostlyn, my sweet Jostlyn! I am here, at last I am here, and I am so sorry."

Ian spoke hurriedly as he reached up to unlock the wristcuffs, and his arms moved beneath her, lifting her and leaning her against him.

"It's going to be ok, I promise, I will make this right."

Ian whispered the words softly into Jostlyn's ear and kissed her lightly on the lips, then proceeded the long and slow process of carrying her out of the dungeon.

When the key had sounded in the lock, Jostlyn was prepared for Neal to enter, fists and cock both hard and eager to pummel her once again, as he seemed to do countless times a day. At least... she thought it was that many a day. It was hard to tell time in this dank prison, and she'd long since given up on trying to... not wanting to be reminded how long it had been since last her beloved Master had held her in his arms.

It was thus that naturally Ian's voice in the dark of her hellish prison came as a surprise. She tried to open her eyes, but she was too weak, her mouth opening as if to speak but no sound issued forth. His arms surrounded her, warm and gentle... a dream, he had to be a dream. But that dream released her from the manacles, and she slumped against the strength of his chest, his arms surrounding her and holding her close, gently.

Almost instantly, her shoulders burned as blood was suddenly returned to them and her arms, pulling a harsh cry from her throat, her voice gravely with fatigue. Tears slid down her cheeks, and her head rolled to slump against his shoulder as he lifted her. A soft sob left her. He still smelled like him, even after all this time.

She whimpered, her body curling in against him as he carried her through the cold dark of the dungeons. "Master..." she managed to breathe the title, but it was weak, and half whimper as pain coursed through her.

"Master..."

Her voice was so soft, so weak, that he felt sorry for her. Ian looked down at her and smiled, even though her eyes were closed.

"Shh, save your strength my pet, rest assured it is me, and I have come to rescue you."

Jostlyn had once been the eptiome of beauty, and she still was, in a more subtle way. Her hair matted down, her face covered in tear and stained from previous tears. All over she was dirty, but Ian didn't care. She may have only been a slave, but by the gods she was his slave, and he was not going to let her look like this anymore.

Jostlyn was like a child in the way she clung to him, huddled against him in teh fetal position.

"Do you know how long it's been since I left you last, how long you've been loyal in my absence?"

Ian ignored the fact that his clothes were covered in dirt, some from Jostlyn, and some from the walls and floor. He nuzzled his head down against hers as she leaned against him.

"It's been six moons since I left, and you have been the loyal slave I knew you would be. I had never anticipated that this would happen, and I am trully sorry."

It took the better part of an hour for Ian to walk out of the deepest dungeon with his precious cargo, and all the servants looked at him when he finally emerged with Jostlyn in his arms.

"You and you.!"

Ian pointed and gestured to three female servants.

"You prepare a warm bath. You fetch some clothes."

Ian then walked up the stairs, following after the servant he had ordered to prepare the bath.

When the bath finally was prepared, Ian walked over to the tub and settled Jostlyn down on the side.

"Now, wash her."

Ian spoke to the two attending servants who looked from each other and then back to him.

"But sire she's just a..."

The woman spoke hesitantly.

"Yes! I know what she is, and unless you want to end up in a state worse than her you will do as I say."

No more words were spoken, and the women helped Jostlyn into the tub and proceded to wash Jostlyn carefully, yet thoroughly.

Jostlyn was like a broken doll as she women lowered her into the bath, her arms still throbbing and burning, the tears having stopped not because the pain was gone, but because, in her mind, she had no energy to shed more. Her eyes closed as their hands gently scrubbed her skin, washing away months of dirt to reveal the pale ivory that her skin had always been, though now it was mottled with bruises.

Some of the bruises were old, others new, fresh. Her wrists were red, the skin raw where the manacles had rubbed at her in the cold of her cell, broken in others places where she'd just been too delicate to withstand the wear the steel put on her. She whimpered as they leaned her forward, revealing her bruised back, showing that while he'd been careful not to cause lasting damage, he had still been less than kind, likely beating her with a bamboo stick of some kind.

They rinsed and scrubbed her hair, attempting to clean away the dirt from the once silken curls. Both the women who bathed her were new enough that they had not met her before Ian had left her in the hands of his younger brother, and so as they washed her, they found themselves quietly marveling at the beauty they were finding beneath the dirt and tangles.

When they had her cleaned, the tub was emptied and refilled so that they could rinse her to be sure all the dirt was gone, massaging oils into her hair to help clean it and restore it's shine, one of the women gently working through the knots with a comb. Through all of this though, Jostlyn's eyes did not open, and indeed it would almost seem she was half asleep as they bathed and pampered her.

It was not until she was pulled from the water and dried, dressed in a simple floor length dress that hid most of her body that her eyes opened at the exact moment she was turned to face Ian once more.

The lids lifted, revealing a pair of tired and pain filled blue eyes. When they landed on him, she let out a harsh sob, her trembling hands lifting to press fingers to her lips. Quickly she fell to her knees, bowing low until her forehead pressed to the floor. Even as she knelt there though, she could not hold back further sobs, unable to really speak. It was him... truly him. This wasn't all just some dream.

Ian hadn't said a word as he watched the women go about the business of cleaning what must have been months worth of dirt and grime from his beloved Jostlyn. He had simply stood stoicly still, and watched as her full beauty, the beauty he remembered, was once again revealed to his eyes.

Ian almost had to turn away as he saw the many bruises that covered her entire body, and he didn't regret for a moment that he had banished his brother from his kingdom. The bastard had gotten far better than he had deserved for doing this.

Jostlyn looked so broken, so battered, and yet not beaten. Despite all the bruises, he could still see some of the spirit that had once been so prominent.

When at last Jostlyn was washed, rinsed, and ready, Ian watched as one of the maids placed a simple floor length dress on her body.

"Leave us."

Ian spoke the command quickly to the maids, and turned from Jostlyn while they exited. As fate would have it, Ian turned back to Jostlyn just as she turned to him and looked up into his eyes. Once more he saw the full effect that her treatment had had on her.

Jostlyn's movements as she hurried forward and bowed completely before him weren't unexpected, even though they were alone. Ian could hear her crying as her entire body wracked with the motions as the tears left her eyes. A softness came to his gaze as he looked down upon her.

Ian lowered himself to one knee, and moved one hand beneath her chin.

"Look at me little one. You have been the most loyal servant a king could ever ask for. I have fought side-by-side with soldiers on the battlefield with less loyalty and courage than you."

Ian spoke the words softly and kindly, holding her gaze to his with both his own eyes and hand.

"If it were within my power to change your station, I want you to know that I would, but there are some laws that even a king must follow. I promised you a life of pleasure and luxury, and I have failed you until now, but no more."

Ian let her chin fall, stood up, and moved to the door, opening it once more.

"Come with me little one."

Ian spoke softly to Jostlyn as he held one hand out to her.

He lifted her chin, and Jostlyn looked up at him, her lower lip trembling as she fought to hold back more sobs from leaving her, not wanting to cry into his face. His homecoming was a joyous thing, he didn't deserve to have her blubbering all over him, even if her tears were ones of relief and happiness at his return home.

She was trembling slightly, but as he spoke, she offered the tiniest of smiles, trying to keep her composure at his praises of her actions. She'd been fearful at times that he would be angry that she'd dared to defy not only someone above her own station, but a member of the royal family... his family. Despite that, however, she'd been willing to risk the punishment, unwilling to give up on the vow she'd made to be his and only his.

When he pulled his hand back and stood, she lowered her head once more, her auburn hair which had been roughly three inches above the small of her back and was now down to her firm round bottom, falling around her, spilling over the floor she knelt on.

He moved to the door, and finally summoned her as he opened it. She lifted her eyes, looking up at him but not making eye contact. She'd not dared to ever do that unless he prompted her to do so or they were abed together, completely alone and caught in the heat of the moment.

Seeing his hand held out to her, she slid her own into it and stood slowly, her eyes down and head bowed as she waited for him to guide her from the room, trying hard to hide her exhaustion.

Ian saw something in Jostlyn eyes as she came over. She was thinking something, something he couldn't quite figure out, not yet anyway. When finally she stood and walked over to him, Ian smiled down at Jostlyn when she placed her hand trustingly in his own. Despite her efforts, he could tell based on his knowledge of her that she was tired, so very tired.

"Have you forgotten little one, that you are permitted to hold no secrets from me. I can see plain as day how tired you are, and you know I would prefer you tell me of this rather than risk hurting yourself struggling through it. I will let your transgression slide this time due to the circumstances, but you must remember everything we worked on all those moons ago."

Ian then moved from in front of her to beside her. Once more he moved his hands to under her head and behind her knees as he lifted her into his strong arms. As before he carefully leaned his precoious cargo against his stomach as he walked up to his private chamber. It was a long walk up the stairs and down the hallway, but he was delighted by being able to gaze at her beauty once more.

Jostlyn's lovely auburn had grown down to her rear. Ian had always loved running his hands through her hair, it was always so soft.

When he finally reached his chambers, he opened the door and walked over to the bed. With one hand he held her, while the other pulled back the comforters. Very gently he laid her beneath the blankets, with her head on a pillow. Ian pulled the blankets over her and took her chin in his hand, tilting it up to him. He smiled down at her with a soft look in his eyes.

"Get some sleep little one, you're earned it."

Ian spoke the words softly and kindly then leaned down and kissed Jostlyn lightly on the forehead. He then reluctantly turned from her and walked from the room. He was king after all, and had things he needed to do.

Jostlynn, despite her will to make herself appear stronger, more together than she truly was, was grateful Ian still knew her well enough to see how tired she was. He gently scolded her from trying to hide it from him, and lowered her eyes obediently. "This slave is unworthy of such kindness, Master," she answered in a softly trembling, weak voice.

And then he scooped her up into his arms, and she was cradled once more against his chest. Her head rested easily against his chest, and her hand curled itself gently around a piece of his shirt, her face nuzzling in against him, taking in his scent. He was still so very much as he had been before he left... Would he hate how she knew she had changed?

She kept these thoughts to herself, turning them over in her tired mind as it ran in every direction, few of those directions taking a positive route. He carried her up to his chambers, a trip she hadn't made in ages, but still seemed so familiar. When he reached his room, her eyes were closed and she was half asleep, only to be lowered and tucked into his large, soft bed.

The fresh linens smelled of sandalwood and springtime, and even as she tried to open her eyes to look at him once more before sleep took her, he was walking away and she found herself without the energy to do more than drift off.

-*-*-*-*-

There was no light... it was cold, dark, empty... Pain and fear burned through her in equal measures as she cowered in the corner, the cold stone scraping at her delicate skin. She sobbed softly, trembling from head to toe as she listened to the approaching footsteps. Her eyes turned toward where the door should be in the dark.

A moment later, the door groaned open, gentle torch light filtering through the door, casting the figure standing there in shadow. He approached, his footsteps heavy on the stone floor. He reached out, grabbing her and hitting her hard, sending her sprawling to the floor before he descended on her like a hawk on it's prey.

She screamed, her arms going up, trying to push him off of her as he held her down, forcing her legs apart enough to thrust his hard member deep within her tight sex. He groaned, she screamed again... and then the thrusting began... She was in hell.

-*-*-*-*-*-

In her sleep, Jostlyn screamed, thrashing in the bed, her head tossing back and forth as she begged for mercy, her hands clawing at the bed around her, sobbing painfully. A servant rushed in, trying to wake her, only to be clawed for her trouble, Jostlyn's nails drawing blood.

She'd been out for only an hour or two, and so deep in the throes of her nightmare was she, she didn't hear the servant that went running from the room, calling out for help with her, claiming she'd purposefully hurt her.

Ian let a small sigh of exasperation. There were some times when he disliked his position. There were so many things that involved his servants, his soldiers, his politicians, his advisors, and his people that needed his attention. And now, the situation with his brother's banishment added to his stack of problems.

It had only been a couple hours since he had left his beloved Jostlyn in his bed to sleep, and his paperwork was far from completed. With another small sigh of defeat Ian set down his quill and cradles his head in his hands, closing his eyes a bit to rest them.

No sooner had he closed his eyes than he heard a loud comossion going on, and people calling for him. Moments later there was a knock on his study door, and one of his servants voices was heard from the other side of it.

"Pardon me for the intrusion sire, but there is a problem."

"God dammit, what is it? It had better be important!

Ian's voice was uncharacteristically loud. It was not often that he let his emotions show.

The female servant then hesitated, but upon hearing his voice quickly continued.

"It seems that the slave in your bed attacked one of the servants, and she is very distrought about it."

The very moment that Ian heard what had happened, he was out of his seat and moving across the room. He hastily opened the door and walked past the woman as she stepped aside and bowed her head. It didn't take long for Ian to walk to his chamber based on the speed at which he was moving. He could hear Jostlyn's voice screaming, but he was forced to put that aside as he turned to the clump of servants surrounding one of his female ones.

"Move! let me in."

Ian pushed his way into the circle of servants and took the injured woman's arm in his hand. He quickly inspected it and said.

"You're going to be fine. Somebody take her to put some pressure on it with a towel and use warm water to keep the wound clean."

Ian then turned to the rest of the servants.

"The rest of you leave." I said leave!"

Again he was forced to raise his voice, and he hated having to, but he didn't want them to see Jostlyn like this.

Quickly Ian moved to the door and opened it, stepped inside, closed and locked it.

It should have been obvious to everybody from Jostlyn's screaming that she was having a nightmare. Nothing had been done intentionally. Ian moved hurriedly across the room to the bed, and he quickly climbed up on the other side. Then, after crawling over to her, he moved himself as behind Jostlyn as he could and captured first one arm then the other in his firm grasp. That done he quickly positioned her with her back to his chest, her arms crossed in front of her, his arm then shifted and struggled to just hug her, while keeping her from wrestling away.

"Jostlyn. Jostlyn! It's just a nightmare. Shh, it's fine, you're fine, I am here for you."

Ian spoke as kindly as he could, though making sure he coudl be heard over her screaming.

"Shh, I am here love, I am here for you."

Jostlyn cried out, sobbing and wriggling against his hold on her. "No... please no... no more..." she sobbed weakly, her head drooping, hair falling into her lovely alabaster face. She did seem to calm after a few long moments of him fighting to keep his hold on her, however, and soon she was simply laying in his arms, crying softly.

She curled her knees up to her chest, curling in on herself tightly as she lay there, her back pressed to his chest and his arms around her. "He'll come back... he has to come back..." she whispered, giving a soft whimper of fear, as if she were beginning to doubt even her own faith that he'd survive to return to her.

-*-*-*-

She was dragged from her cell, hefted over the shoulder of Neal, too weak to hold herself up as he carried her unceremoniously through the keep and outside, her bare body on display for everyone to see as always. He carried her into the front courtyard, where a wagon being pulled by two massive steeds was positioned.

Neal carried her over, dropping her from his shoulder and holding her up by the hair, shaking her and forcing her to look over the scene before her as horror and despair claimed her heart, holding them in a death grip.

There, before her, laid out in the wagon with his hands clasped over his chest and his sword laying on his body, point down, was her most beloved Master, Ian. He was so peaceful, but pale with death as not breathing.

-*-*-*-*-

A heart-wrenching scream of pain that was pure emotion left her, even as she lay in the arms of a man her subconscious was forcing her to see in death. "No! Gods, please no... take me, not him... please..." she begged in her sleep, her hands gripping at the blankets, pulling them close. "Master, no... don't go... don't leave me..."

Never before had Ian encountered somebody so horrifically lost in a nightmare. As much as he desperately wanted to wake Jostlyn from it, he knew that about the only way to do it would be to hit her hard enough to knock her out of it, and he just wasn't willing to do that, not to her, not after all she had been through.

Another first happened for Ian right then as well. Despite the fact that he was the most powerful man in the entire kingdom, he felt for the first time, completely helpless. there was nothing he could do for her that wouldn't hurt her. It eventually got to a point where Ian couldn't take the sounds of Jostlyn's screams. Those screams cut him far deeper than any blade ever could. He wrapped one arm around both of her upper arms from behind, locking them in place while his other hand clasped itself over her mouth, leaving her nose uncovered so she could breathe.

"Dammit Jostlyn wake up, please wake up.!"

Ian had lost all his resolution at this point, he wanted nothing more than for Jostlyn to wake up. He didn't care who saw what, or what happened, all he wanted was for his beloved Jostlyn to wake from her nightmare, and be calm in his loving arms.

Something was wrong... Her eyes went wide, staring down at her beloved Ian's face as she struggled to breathe and yet it wouldn't come as easily as it should have. Neal wasn't holding her anymore... so why was she suddenly struggling to breathe properly? She squirmed, whimpering, trying to gasp in, and it was only as her eyes truly flew open, revealing Ian's bedroom around her to her frightened eyes that she managed to turn her head well enough to free her mouth and gasp in, followed by a soft whimper.

She felt his arms, holding onto her in an almost desperate manner. The last time he'd held her with such fervor... was the night before he was supposed to leave for the wars, when she'd cried into his chest and clung to him, begging him to take her with him, not to leave her behind.

She trembled some, wide blue eyes looking around her in a half-panic. "M-Master?" she whimpered the questioning title, and finally as his arms loosened some, she turned her body carefully to face his, her soft curves pressed in tight to his hard planes and lines. She looked up at him, lifting her hands to tenderly cup his face.

"This slave was afraid you would not return for her, Master..." she whispered. Normally, he'd never required her to talk in such terms when they were alone, but it would appear that Neal had left a deep enough impression on her that she was unsure if it was still okay to address him simply as Master, and herself as I or Me.

Ian let loose a sigh of relief when Jostlyn finally stopped struggling, and then another as he weakened his hold on her as she turned around.

"M-Master?"

Ian moaned softly when Jostlyn pressed her full figure against his chest and stomach. She was such a beautiful woman, and it was a damn shame that he could't help her in the way he most wanted to. Ian hesitated as he saw Jostlyn lifting her hands, making to cup his face. It was uncustomary for a slave to be allowed such a freedom, but he didn't stop her, and was relieved by the warmth of her skin against his cheeks.

"This slave was afraid you would not return for her, Master..."

Jostlyn's words were so hesitant, her voice sounded scared.

"Do you remember what I told you the night I left Jostlyn? I told you that I would always come for you, always be there to protect you, like no other man could. I failed, and something happened to you that I would never have wished upon my worst enemy. Yet it happened to you."

Ian moved one hand beneath Jostlyn's chin, making sure that once again she looked him squarely in the eye. He had chosen to drop the ranks and proper terms now, being as that they were alone. It seemed that he would have to once again get her to be comfortable around him.

Ian lifted each of his hands and placed them on top of hers on his cheeks. Then, with a soft smile on his lips he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a warm kiss.

His words caused a soft sob to escape her lips, one that she'd been trying to hold back, and part of her felt ashamed for thinking that there was a possibility he wouldn't return for her... to her. And how could he want her knowing she wasn't clean? He'd been her first and only lover, the only man she'd allowed the pleasures of her body.

Even the slavers hadn't touched her, as innocent slaves sold better, be they for manual labor or pleasure it didn't matter. If a girl was virgin, you didn't have to worry about such things as them giving in to pleasureful sins because they hadn't experienced them before... and you can't miss what you never had.

His hands slid over her own and she looked up at him. A soft smile was curling his lips, and she let out a soft whimper of desire and need, only to have him press his lips to hers. They were warm and gentle... just as she remembered, but at the same time so much better... so very much better. Her hands slid back slowly, running her fingers through his hair as she melted into his kiss, holding onto him tightly, her body pressing to his.

It wasn't that she cared about whether or not he bedded her at that point... No indeed, all she wanted was to feel him, his arms, his hands. She wanted to be held. When she broke the kiss, she let out a soft sob, her eyes gazing into his own. "I missed you so much... Gods..." she whispered breathlessly.

The gazes that Ian and Jostlyn looked at each other with while their hands moved over each other's bodies said far more than words could ever compare. They reflected love that could only be expressed, never stated. It was such sweet torment, knowing how Jostlyn felt for him, and knowing he would never be able to hear her say it.

Jostlyn's lips were so full, so pouty, and so succulently soft, that Ian couldn't help but deepen their kiss. How long they remained like that, bodies entwined, hands exploring, he would never know, nor care. Jostlyn was so lusciously beautiful, that his heart skipped a beat everytime he laid his eyes upon her.

"I missed you so much... Gods..."

Jostlyn's voice was soft and soothing, and it warmed Ian deep inside, in a place he hadn't been warmed in many months. Ian simply smiled, once again letting his eyes and lips reflect the feelings he felt for her as he kissed her deeply once more.

"And I have missed you as well my pet. Your lovely eyes, your sweet smile, and your supple body."

With each description, Ian let his fingers wander over the afforementioned pleasure. Letting his fingers trace lightly over her closed eyes, cupping her cheek and tracing her lips with his thumb, and then finally letting his hands wander all over her body as he looked at her lustfully.

Jostlyn moaned with each touch and caress he graced her body with, her deep blue eyes returning his loving gaze silently. She could never say it aloud, but she could do all that was in her power to show him just what he meant to her as she lay there with him.

Her eyes closed slowly as his hands passed over her supple curves, and she shivered. "You still want me? Even after another has touched me?" she asked quietly, softly, her eyes opening again to look up at him. "Master... I'd have done anything to see to it he never touched what was yours..." she added, though she wasn't completely sure why... it was like a reaction, to make sure he knew.

Her hands caressed, touched, worshiped him quietly. "I'm not clean anymore, Master... I'm so sorry...." she murmured, her eyes dropping and her hands withdrawing reluctantly from him. She wasn't worthy to love him... and she most certainly wasn't worthy of touching him... especially not now... not after someone used her the way Neal did.

Ian smiled broadly down at Jostlyn, seeing her react to his touch in the same way she had all those months ago. She was even more beautiful when he played her body like the finely tuned instrument for pleasure it was. But alas, his sweet Jostlyn looked up at him and said what Ian had feared she would say.

"You still want me? Even after another has touched me? Master... I'd have done anything to see to it he never touched what was yours..."

Ian's expression changed to one of sadness when he watched Jostlyn's beautiful eyes close, and heard her speak those words. Ian sensed that there was more to come, so he simply waited, and sure enough, she spoke again.

"I'm not clean anymore, Master... I'm so sorry...."

Ian felt almost powerless as he heard Jostlyn's speach continue, and then be forced to watch as she removed her hands from him, and retreated a bit away from him on the bed.

Ian doesn't miss a beat, and instantly closes the short distance between himself and Jostlyn. One of Ian's hands moves to her chin once more, while the other wraps around her and pulls her close and around him, moving her to her back as he postions himself to straddle her hips.

"Don't you see little one, it is for that reason that I must touch you, why I must take you. You are soiled from a most horrific experience, and as your master it is my job and obligation to cleanse and redeem you. You did all you could, now I will do the same."

Ian lowers himself upon her, gently letting his chest graze over hers as he moves his mouth down to kiss her deeply once more.

Jostlyn gasped as he grabbed her, holding her close. For the briefest of moments, fear was in her eyes that she'd angered him, but instead of expressing anger with her, he rolled her onto her back and poised himself over her, looking down at her. He shifted, straddling her hips and she was breathless as she looked up at him.

The fear faded from her eyes with his words, and tears built in them, though they were tears of joy. He shifted again, this time laying himself atop her, his mouth finding her own. She returned his kisses passionately, her arms encircling him and holding him close to her soft body.

Her body seemed to respond like a finely tuned instrument in a master player's hands as she lay there, savoring his touches, his taste, even his smell. He was heaven, for her. Breaking the kiss only slightly, she managed to murmur the soft words "Oh Master..." before kissing him once again.

All forms of restraint were gone now as he kissed his beloved Jostlyn passionately and fully. With slow and measured pressure he starts to grind the hardening bulge in his trousers against her, while letting his chest scrape against hers.

"Oh Master..."

Jostlyn's soft words, combined with the warmth and fullness of her lips, and the softness of her body and responses were making it hard for Ian to hold back. He so desperately wanted this night to be more for her than himself.

Ian backed his lips off and took a few steadying breaths as he sat perched upon Jostlyn's hips. His hands move to quickly lift the dress from under his hips and over her head.

A soft gasp emits from Ian's lips as he gazes down at Jostlyn's naked beauty once more. Even the bruises on her body can't hide her beauty from his loving gaze. Ian's eyes wander briefly to hers, then down to Jostlyn's supple breasts. Without another moments hesitation, he drops his head low and gently nurses from one nipple. Meanwhile one hand lightly fondles, squeezes, and pinches her other nipple. His other hand glides all over Jostly's sensuous curves, using a feather-light touch.

Jostlyn obediently allowed him to remove her dress, taking in deep breaths and being careful to keep her eyes on him, to remind herself constantly that it was her Master, not that cursed devil Neal come to use her and leave her to suffer in the dark. As she lay there, her cream colored body beneath him, pressed into the soft goose down mattress she lay on, she gazed up at him.

Almost instantly, her soft pink nipples hardened into tiny peaks and her sex grew moist with anticipation of his touch. He'd always been an incredible lover... whether he was gentle or animalistic with her, it didn't matter. Her body always responded just as any man would dream a woman should respond. Her breathing was shaky as she watched him.

Then his lips surrounded one nipple and a low, soft moan left her, her fingers running through his hair again. His hands were all over her now, caressing her as if worshiping her every curve, the way she wanted to worship him. To her, he was a god among men... what every man should be. Stoic, firm, protective, even brutal and forceful when need be... but then behind closed doors, with the woman he chose to favor with his company... He became gentle, loving, tender, lavishing attentions on her she didn't deserve despite the fact that he gave them freely.

She writhed gently beneath him, whimpering her pleasure in a soft tender voice. "Master... please... its been so long..." she murmured, though she wasn't completely sure what she was begging him for.

Ian's hands and mouth wandered all over Jostlyn's body now, kissing, licking, tasting, touching, squeezing, and fondling every inch of her that he could reach.

"Master... please... its been so long..."

Never before had Jostlyn spoken words that were so true. It had been 6 long and hard months since he had had a woman. That woman had been Jostlyn, and it would be her again now. Ian only wished he would be able to hold off long enough to give Jostlyn the full extent of the pleasure that he was capable of.

Once more Ian let his tongue and mouth rest on a nipple, while his hand once again squeezed and pinched her other one. This time however, his worshiping of her breasts was short-lived.

Ian nursed upon Jostlyn's breasts for only a few moments before letting his tongue drift down her body, licking a path down her stomach to her naval. He very quickly circled her naval with his tongue and flitted it in and out of her naval briefly before moving on. His chin preceded his tongue, grinding over the patch of hair that was at the top of her moist womanhood.

Ian's gaze trailed up Jostlyn's beautiful body to her face, smiling as he saw her reaction to his ministrations of her luscious body.

Jostlyn looked down her body at him, moaning softly and letting out tiny whimpers of pleasure as he trailed his lips and tongue over her supple body. It was amazing to her that the bruises did not bother him, that he did not mind that her body has so obviously been brutalized only that morning, before he'd reached home. If it hadn't been for the bath she'd been given, she was fairly certain she still would have smelled of Neal.

His lips and tongue trailed over her body, making her shiver in anticipation as she watched him. When his chin rubbed against the thick dark thatch of curly hair above her sex, she whimpered and blushed. Before he'd left, he'd insisted he wanted her completely shaved for him at all times... but she'd not been able to shave at all while Neal had her, as she was chained up most of the time and nowhere near any source of water.

Instinctively, she parted her legs, bending them at the knee and lifting them some to reveal her moist sex to him, biting her lower lip as she moved into the position he'd taught her to take for him when he decided he wanted direct access to her soft pink flower.

Squirming some on the bed, she slid her fingers into her own hair, watching him as soft pleading whimpers left her, her hips twitching some, eager for his ministrations.

Ian watched pleased with Jostlyn as she reacted to his ministrations. As he trailed down her body, moving towards her sex, she parted her legs, bent her knees, and lifted them up, giving him the open access he always expected her to give him when he was in the mood to pleasure his pleasure slave.

"Such a good girl you are my pet, I think you deserve a reward."

Ian said as he held her gaze for but a moment longer before turning back to her pussy. It wasn't shaved like he preferred it, but it was understandable what she had been forced to endure.

Ian moved his tongue to the bottom of her sex, which was already moist with her arousal. The scent of it was making him a bit light-headed. His tongue splayed across her slit, and drifted upwards, flicking her hard little pearl before going back down once more. Again and again he did this, listening to her moans while he tasted of the sweet and delicious pussy that he hadn't savored in 6 months.

Ian then moved his arms up and wrapped them around Jostlyn's thighs, he held her hips to him as he pushed his tongue as far into her hot, wet, and wanting pussy as he could. His long, flat, and supple muscle then flitted all about the inside of her pussy, tasting and savoring as much of it as he could. A stifled but throaty moan escaped his lips as his nose pressed hard against her pearl.

Jostlyn had been as loyal as anybody Ian had ever had the pleasure of knowing, and he wanted her to find release. He quickened his pace, lancing his tongue in and out of her pussy now at a furious pace, his nose continuing to bump hard against her hard and moist little pearl.

Jostlyn's breath was ragged shortly after he took up his ministrations on her sweet sex once more. She was breathing shakily, gripping the sheets as she looked down at him, whimpering and panting. "Oh... god... Master!" she whimpered, her voice a bit more highpitched than normal thanks to the fever pitch to which he was driving her with his tongue.

Writhing on the bed, it was all she could do to keep from pulling away from him, so sensitive was she. It had been months, afterall, and it wouldn't take much to push her to that limit to start with. With each flick and rub of his tongue, she whimpered, her hips jerking ever so slightly with each rub of his nose to her clit.

Still panting, she whimpered and slid one hand down, carressing his hair, sliding her fingers into it though she was careful not to pull. Gods, but how she wanted to scream to the world that she loved him... to proclaim for all to hear that he was the only man she'd ever love, and the only one she'd ever want. But instead... she was forced to endure this prolonged silence between the two of them, forced to lay there, giving him all she could while remaining quiet about her gift.

What a sacrifice to make... all for the sake of propriety and the law. "Master, I...." she whimpered, trembling. "Please, may I..." she couldn't get the entire question out, her breathing was too ragged. "Please?!"