(I couldn't figure out what post I was missing of mine... I had to go back and look at the list in our messages }
Blake pulled away the moment that James declared he was fine to feed himself. She tucked her feet under herself, her hands resting in her lap as she lowered her gaze. She studied the space between them, not quite brave enough to look up at James. She wouldn't dare let herself think that James cared about her in a special way, it was just that she was a well behaved slave and she didn't do anything James told her not to. She had rebelled just a bit in the beginning but after her few punishments, Blake would never dare try it again. She told herself that, whenever she felt herself getting a bit too sappy.
Like right now, Blake wanted to climb into the bed and cuddle up to James. Thank him for defending her and believing her when she told him why she had lashed out at the other man. But she refrained, so fofucsed on her thoughts that when James spoke up, breaking her from her thoughts, she couldn't help but jump out of her skin.
"Hm?" Blake hummed, tilting her head slightly. When she realized what he had said, she gave a quick nod. Blake was hungry but she hadn't even considered taking any of the food for herself. It wasn't hers to be had. It was that simple. "Um.." she trailed off, leaning up just a bit to look over the food on the tray. Ultimately, she reached for a plate of chicken strips and fries. It was so simple but it was something she had never been able to indulge in. Living in the wild, breading chicken wasn't a luxury they could afford.
Blake shifted, clearing her throat as she glanced toward James. "Was there anything in particular you wnated to do today sir? Other than resting?"
Blake pulled away the moment that James declared he was fine to feed himself. She tucked her feet under herself, her hands resting in her lap as she lowered her gaze. She studied the space between them, not quite brave enough to look up at James. She wouldn't dare let herself think that James cared about her in a special way, it was just that she was a well behaved slave and she didn't do anything James told her not to. She had rebelled just a bit in the beginning but after her few punishments, Blake would never dare try it again. She told herself that, whenever she felt herself getting a bit too sappy.
Like right now, Blake wanted to climb into the bed and cuddle up to James. Thank him for defending her and believing her when she told him why she had lashed out at the other man. But she refrained, so fofucsed on her thoughts that when James spoke up, breaking her from her thoughts, she couldn't help but jump out of her skin.
"Hm?" Blake hummed, tilting her head slightly. When she realized what he had said, she gave a quick nod. Blake was hungry but she hadn't even considered taking any of the food for herself. It wasn't hers to be had. It was that simple. "Um.." she trailed off, leaning up just a bit to look over the food on the tray. Ultimately, she reached for a plate of chicken strips and fries. It was so simple but it was something she had never been able to indulge in. Living in the wild, breading chicken wasn't a luxury they could afford.
Blake shifted, clearing her throat as she glanced toward James. "Was there anything in particular you wnated to do today sir? Other than resting?"
December 5th, 2018 at 02:47am