The Auction

[Browneyed_girl]

His words alarmed her and yet aroused her. She could feel the heat of him as he moved in close, even though he did not touch her. Her body responded to his nearness, desire pooling low in her belly. She found her gaze dropping to his lips as he spoke, and she wondered if they would be hard and firm or soft and gentle covering her own. It was' t until he pulled back and turned away that she found her voice and reigned in her wild thoughts.

"I will never ask!" Zahara called after him in a parting shot, irritated by his arrogance.

She turned away, almost stumbling over a young maid offering up a tray of sweet rolls. Zahara's first instinct was to grab as many as she could carry, but she took only two, sliding one in the pocket of her tunic and taking a large bite out of the other. She swallowed self consciously as th ed young girl watched her with fascination, but at least it wasn't loathing.

"Would you be able to show me where I sleep?" Zahara asked her. The girl nodded and led the way from the kitchen. Zahara trailed behind her trying to see everything at once and forget the man who brought her here.

 

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Of course the younger girl said nodding her head rapidly. Her expression was more one of curiosity than pure abject terror. She led her out of the kitchen and into the main room of the large estate. She brought her up into the east wing of the house and after a few minutes of walking showed her to a door at the end of the hall.

"Here we go" The girl said blushing a bit "If you need anything let one of us know.... my name is Alice by the way"

And with that she ducked her head and left her alone at her door.

An uneasy alliance became apparent during the next couple of days. The estate more or less treated her normally and aside from a few odd looks at the guards glaring at her she was left alone. If she asked for something it was more or less given to her and true to his word she was given free range of the estate and grounds.

Then there was him

Given that they were bonded he was around more often that not. He explained to her at one point that he ran his business from his home which afforded him such a luxury. He was almost always a few rooms away from her and like her he seemed to find excuses and ways to talk to her.

He left her free range of both his library and the office attached to it.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

Zahara was restless. She couldn't explain it. Life on his estate was interesting enough, though she kept mostly to herself. The first day Zahara wandered through the whole house, peering into each room and assessing its function. It was coincidence that the rooms she was drawn to the most held the most evidence of him: his bedroom, though she hadn't but glanced in there, his office, the library, the dining hall where he ate his meals. In the days following, she returned to those rooms repeatedly, particularly the library where she could pretend to search for reading material or be writing or rearrange the little wooden figures of a game that permanently sat on its own table by one of the wide windows. At first, it was enough. Just to catch a glimpse of him or hear his voice as he discussed business with his staff quieted the ache. It was best when he would turn up unexpected with a question or an issue. Their hands might brush. She might lean close enough his breath would stir the wisps of hair about her face. But even this was no longer working. The aching longing became stronger.

Nights were the worst. Zahara lay staring up at the high ceiling soaring above her. She tried pleasuring herself, sliding her hands down over her slim belly to the space between her thighs. Her slender fingers parted the folds of her womanhood, finding a slick heat and the little pearl that throbbed with her desire. But no matter how she tried to quench the pull of desire, there was no relief. She was left wriggling and squirming, hot and tired upon her bed unsatisfied. Dark smudges of exhaustion were beginning to show beneath her normally bright eyes.

Zahara shivered as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She reached for the pale night gown hanging from the bed post and slipped it over her head. Being fae, she found their custom here of dressing for bed strange, but she would not wander their halls bare, especially where she was going.

Her footsteps made no noise as she slipped down the silent halls of the manor. With each step the bone deep ache she'd endured for days lessened. In its place desire pooled warm and deep. Zahara did her best to ignore it. Her breath was loud in her own ears. The sound seeming to echo down the corridor before her.

She reached the door to his chambers and pressed herself against it, detecting no sound to indicate Landed would still be awake. Slowly she eased the latch open on the door, her heart pounding like mad. Her plan was a risky one. The desire that hounded her by day and haunted her by night had left her desperate. She would not ask him to touch her. But perhaps if she could just rest near him for an hour or two, perhaps she might get the sleep her body needed. Silent as a ghost, Zahara slipped past the door and into his room.