FORBIDDEN INTIMACY: UNCHAINED BY HIS LOVE

[~Song recommendation: Salted Wound by Sia & Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton~] 

Michael possesively held the woman by her waist and soon Layla couldn't see them anymore as they entered the mansion leaving the front porch. She got back into her room but instead of resting her feet after the tedious work she kept marching from one end to the other. Her mind was a complete mess.

'Who is she? Why did he bring her into his mansion? Why is her dress so revealing? Is she someone close?' The thoughts kept pestering her, driving her crazy but when she asked herself why was she feeling so bothered about him bringing a woman, she couldn't reason with herself.

"Arg… Why the hell should I be concerned? It's his life, his choice. Let him do whatever he wants, I should sleep. There's not much time left to be dawn," She mumbled and changed into her nightgown before she slid under the bedsheets.

She tossed and turned but sleep didn't seem to be her friend. Deep down she expected him to call for her or at least she could have visited him considering she's supposed to listen to his needs, according to the rules but after seeing him with that woman she dropped the idea. 

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It was close to four in the morning and Layla stirred in her sleep as she heard noises coming from somewhere inside the mansion. Earlier she managed to get some sleep after all. Getting rid of the bedsheets, she rolled out of the bed as he ears searched for the voice. 

'Is someone screaming?' She got up and approached the window beside her bed. She heard the voice of a woman who was screaming or something sort of. She set foot on the balcony to get a clear understanding of the direction of the voice. 

"Doesn't that window belong to Master's bedroom?" She mumbled under her breath before she became apprehensive about the situation. 'Is someone trying to kill a lady? Why's she screaming like that? Is Master okay?' 

Layla dashed out of her room towards the hallway as she was concerned for her Master; last night's event was clear to her mind but this time she wouldn't let anyone harm him. She was about to knock on Michael's door that she paused in her steps. 

"Fuck me harder Michael… Faster… Yeah… Oh… God! Ahh!..." The voice was filled with pleasure and soon she heard Michael's growling voice. "You… Are… So Tight today." Layla could even hear their pants. It took no time for her to realize what was happening on the other side of the door. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she ran as fast as she could until she reached her room.

Locking the door, she bit her lower lip and tried to make sense of the situation. Her master was involved in an intense sex session with someone. Soon she realized it must be the one whom he brought home. 'Is she a prostitute or maybe his girlfriend' Layla instantly felt a sudden tug at her heart at the mention of the term 'girlfriend'. 

She didn't mean for him to have sex with the girl when she mumbled 'Do whatever you want.' If she's his girlfriend then why is she getting bothered by it; she's just his slave and should behave like one. Reminding herself of this she tried to go back to sleep again but she couldn't as she kept hearing their passionate voices yet coming from the window. 

Shutting down the window, she tried her best to sleep but she couldn't shake out their voices echoing in her ears.

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"Last night was awesome. Thanks for the service;" Michael said after paying her charge in his hoarse voice. The prostitute left the mansion grinning ear to ear. Michael took a quick shower and was expecting Layla as it was close to ten in the morning. He slept late when it was close to dawn and wasn't bothered much about waking up early as the next day was Sunday.

Layla gasped in horror as she woke up from the nightmare, her temple covered in sweat. She checked the time and was shocked to see it was close to ten-thirty. Gathering herself up from the bed, she almost fell while rushing to the bathroom. 

She was reluctant to give a visit to her Master as she thought it might be odd to disturb them but she made up her mind considering the rules. Not getting permission at the third knock, she was about to leave his door when she heard the unlocking sound.

Layla turned keeping her gaze lowered, but that didn't help her to feel good considering her eyes were now gazing at his bare torso, below which a towel was wrapped around his waist. She gulped hard, seeing his magnificent physique, especially his taut abs. 

'Wait! Am I troubling him? Is their sex session still going on?' She thought and gazed up. "I'm sor…" The apology never left her mouth as she caught sight of his striking appearance. Water was dripping down from his disheveled hair and that made him look quite sexy. His blue orbs which were now looking at her intently brought her back to her senses.

"I-I should leave… Sorry for the disturbance." Her voice sounded meek before she turned to leave. 

"Stop." His deep masculine voice sounded hoarse sending electric jolts down her spine. She turned around with a fake smile on her face and he gestured for her to enter the room. Layla's prying gaze searched for that girl who might be in bed or bathroom. Her eyes wandered everywhere.

"Are you searching for something, Layla?" His voice close to her ear caught her off-guard and she almost flinched as he was right behind her. 'When did he come behind me?' Soon she felt hot breath close to her neck. 

"I-I… Wh-Where's that girl?" She didn't know what came over her that she asked such a bold question, let alone the fact her voice sounded shrill for which she even cursed herself in regret. 

"Which one are you talking about?" He said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She became stiff as she could feel his muscular torso behind her. 'Is he having a fever? Why is he so hot?' she mused.

"Are you Jealous?" 

"Ye-What?!" 

Just about then a person entered Michael's room without feeling the need to seek any permission considering the wide open door.