Addtion to Chapter 4

I have been struggling a bit.  First, to find the time to focus on this and second, with the story itself.  I am going back and doing some rewritting.  I do hope to have an updated rewrite ready for the first of November.  I am not seeing a lot of comments.  I am not seeing a lot that make it this far either.  I know the story is rough still.  I am grateful that you have taken the time to read this far.

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Inside, Master Hunter has put away the broom and is sorting through some items on the workbench.  As she approaches he turns towards her with a smile.  The items on the bench are concealed behind his back.  Ayden silently holds out one of the pieces of fruit on her palm, as she takes another juicy bite out of the largest of the three.  He merely smiles, waving his hand to ward her off, “You enjoy them, Honey.  I am not hungry for fruit this morning, so finish that up quickly, grab the floor cushion, and come join me over by my chair.” She silently nods to him while dabbing at the juice that has collected in the corner of her mouth.  Putting her finger in her mouth and playfully sucking the juice away she smiles up at him and turns to retrieve the cushion from the center of the room.  Humored by her sudden revelry he sighs and watches her saunter over to the cushion, bend at the waist revealing the tiny bikini below her tee shirt and he enjoys the view of her firm thighs, before he returns his attention to the workbench where he gathers up the two lovely red ribbons and a small box that he has laid out for this morning’s labors.  The box has a series of small lights, on the top, that run down the left side and several small buttons that cover the remaining face. 

Master Hunter strides over to where Ayden is now standing by the chair holding the cushion, pressed against her breast, looking slightly bewildered.  He slides his hand up the back of her thighs and pinches her just below the line of her bikini and then plops onto the large chair making himself comfortable.  He motions with his open hand for her to have a seat near him but as she looks around she does not see a chair and eventually her puzzled gaze returns to him.  He smiles at her and quietly directs her, “Use the cushion to sit on and you will be more comfortable.”

Lowering her gaze; feeling slightly foolish, Ayden drops the pillow on the floor at his feet and slowly lowers herself down on it, her feet curled out beside her.  He reaches down and with the crook of his finger tucked under her chin he raises her eyes up and looks deeply into them.  She looks up at him wondering at the kindness in his eyes.  There is something she sees there that makes her want to please him.  She cannot explain it but with every part of her she wants to make this bearded old man happy.  He speaks to her slowly, “Do you remember what I told you yesterday?”

Ayden nods and quickly replies, “Yes Master Hunter,” to his inquiry.  As she replies to his inquiry she notices the items in his hand and he follows her gaze.  A smile spreads over his face as he waits for the curiosity to grow in her eyes. 

He watches her carefully as she scrutinizes each of the items he holds, before he slowly explains, “This morning we will begin your training and to do that I want you to remove your tunic and tie your hair up into pigtails with these ribbons.”  Rather than ask questions, as he is waiting for her to do, Ayden slowly lifts the tee shirt over her head and lays it on the floor beside her.  Her cheeks feel flush as she feels the cool morning air against her bare skin and she looks up at him through her lashes.  She shallows hard trying to hide her embarrassment at being so exposed before him as she reaches for the red ribbons dangling from his fingertips.  Her fingers touch his as she gathers up the ribbons and she feels a current of electricity surge through her body, deep in her belly.  She presses her thighs together to squelch the growing dampness there and reaches up to pull the ponytail from her hair. 

Looking up at this lovely old man Ayden bites her lower lip as she runs her fingers through her hair trying to pull some of the tangles free.  She clears her throat trying to find her voice.  In a soft whisper she explains, “Master Hunter, I am grateful for all that you are doing for me, but later today would you please help me find the house where I am staying this summer?”  Her eyes lock on his pleading for his help and her hands still momentarily. 

He smiles at her placing his hand gently on her cheek and simply says, “The place you came from does not exist here.  When you washed up on the shore here you left that life behind.”  He takes in a deep breath letting her mind adjust to what he is telling her.  Slowly, he begins again, but her mind is screaming in panic and she is not sure she is hearing him correctly as he continues, “This is what I tried to explain to you yesterday.  I do not know how it happens, but I have seen many lost girls wander up from the shore over the years.   You can never return to that world.”

Suddenly, tears of fear well in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.  Master Hunter leans in and gently kisses her tears away.  Taking the ribbons out of her hands that now lay limp in her lap he quickly pulls her hair up high on her head in two expertly styled pig tails.  He leans back in his chair to admire his handiwork and she is vaguely aware of his presence as his words play over in her mind.  “The place you came from does not exist here.”

Time passes between then in silence as Ayden tries desperately to comprehend what she is hearing.  She is aware of his hands on her face and his thumbs brush away the last of the tears.  He whispers in her ear, “I know it is a shock but you like it here.  Right?” 

Ayden nods reflexively, her face still blank, with shock, until his eyes meet hers and he smiles at her.  She meekly smiles back at him and whispers, “Right,” almost in resignation.

“You look beautiful.  Do you know how beautiful you are?” Master Hunter’s voice is in her ears pushing the panic away.  She clutches at them, pulling herself back from the shock of what she has just learned to the safety of Master Hunter’s workshop.  She looks up at him resolutely and nods trying to offer up a smile in gratitude.

“Good,” Master Hunter’s voice rumbles through the workshop.  “We will start with the most basic tasks you will perform.  When you are with me you will kneel unless told to do otherwise.  Do you accept this task?”

Ayden quickly brings her knees up under her body and lifts up so that she is kneeling like she had as a small child, next to her bed, for her nightly prayers.  This evokes an amused smile back to Master Hunter’s face.  Ayden listens intently and follows his directions as he explains that she will kneel with her knees spread wide before him so that her body will always be open to him.  He instructs her to place her hands on her knees with the palms facing up so that they can be ready to serve him.  As she does what he asks of her it all seems so strange and foreign but something deep inside her begins to feel safe under his careful direction.  He directs her to keep her eyes lowered at all times.  He explains that she should never look him in the eyes unless expressly requested by him.

Ayden does not fully understand why, but she wants to please this man that she just met yesterday.  She fights the battle in her own mind, part of her wanting to stand up and walk away from him and all of his rules, but there is another part of her that keeps her locked to the floor wanting to do anything that will make Master Hunter happy.  While she is trying to understand these conflicting feelings in her mind she notices his gaze shifts.  His careful watch has shifted from her to something outside the workshop.  Ayden follows the path of his eyes until they are both looking at the fruit tree out front.  There is a still hush that falls between them and Ayden holds her breath.  Master Hunter finally directs his comments to her but never takes his eyes off of the fruit tree, “You will at no time allow your head to rise above mine.  Do you accept these tasks as I have explained them to you?”

Ayden sits there, on the floor, before him letting all he is asking of her tumble around in her mind.  Everything she has ever known tells her to scream out, “No!” but when she opens her mouth she hears, “Yes, Master Hunter,” gleefully skip off of her tongue and the words taste sweet as they fall from her lips. “Yes, Master Hunter I will do all you ask of me,” she repeats almost for herself and as she says it she realizes how much she means it.  She sits there stunned, staring at his leather boots, and she realizes how much she needs to please this old man.  As she is momentarily caught up in her own thoughts she does not notice that Master Hunter has lifted one boot up slightly so that his toes are raised and his foot is resting on the heel of his boot.  She hears his voice break through her thoughts, “Kiss it,” he directs.  Instinctively she looks up at him to be sure she heard Master Hunter correctly but stops herself when she remembers that she is not allowed to look at his face, and as she stops herself from looking up her gaze has traveled as high as his groin.  There is a large bulge showing through the cloth of his pants and she longs to reach out and stroke it.  Ayden suddenly understands why he is asking her to do these tasks for him.  She sees that by doing them she pleases Master Hunter.  She beams with satisfaction as she slowly tips her body forward, bending at the waist laying her lips gently on the toe of Master Hunters boot.  She inhales deeply and the smell of aged leather fills her nose.  Her lips pause on the toe of the boot; she hears Master Hunter’s breath slow and deepen as she slowly withdraws her mouth and sits back up, this time pulling her shoulders back and sitting up very straight. 

Her eyes stay on the toe of the boot where she has left behind a small wet print of her lips.  The boot slowly snakes over to her knee and Master Hunter slowly pushes her knees further apart, “I said open wide, Girlie.”  Her stomach tightens at his touch and she shifts her hips forward in a vain attempt to slow the wetness growing between her legs.  Ayden shifts her weight and spreads her legs as far as she can.  With her desire mounting Ayden licks her lips watching the boot inch slowly up her leg towards the wetness that cries out for release.  When the toe of Master Hunter’s boot reaches the top of her thigh Ayden’s entire body is alight with her own desire, but she hears his voice break through her carnal yearnings warning her, “I do not want you to move.”

Ayden sucks the inside of her lower lip between her teeth and bites down hard fighting back her own desire for release and sits perfectly still as the tip of the stitching on the boot grazes against the edge of her bikini bottom.  She holds her breath as the front edge of the sole brushes across her lips pressing the wetness between them into the fabric of her bikini.  Master Hunter gently grinds the top of the leather covering against her lips and Ayden cannot help letting out a low aching moan.  She longs to press harder and find release for the fire lighting up inside of her.  Just as Ayden is sure she could not hold out any longer and will surely give in, to the hunger welling up in her body, the boot is gone.  Master Hunter withdraws his foot and is leaning back in his chair with one heel propped on the toe of the other boot.  Ayden can still see the imprint of her kiss now joined by moisture gathered from her bikini bottom.

 “Now, I want you to clean it,” comes the clear directive from Master Hunter.  Ayden is perplexed.  She looks down at her hands wondering what she can use to buff his boots, but as she hesitates she remembers the discarded tee shirt at her side.  When she turns and reaches for the shirt, “…with your tongue,” rings in her ears.  She simply nods and lays the shirt back on the floor.

She turns to the boot before her and squares her shoulders gathering her thoughts.  Her mind is racing.  “How can I do this?” she asks in her mind.  Then she corrects herself and silently asks, “How can I do this right?”  Confidence inspiring her Ayden slowly wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, letting her lips part slightly she leans down and lays another kiss on the tip of the boot.  Slowly she runs her tongue over the surface of the toe.  She can detect a faint sweet delicious odor that must be her own.  At first, her solitary focus is cleaning the boot and her eyes do not leave it.  Running in tongue in circles the taste of leather fills her cheeks.  Ayden slowly wraps her hand around the boot drawing herself closer to Master Hunter’s boot enjoying the feelings growing in her.