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An excerpt from The Islands RP & Stories Project. This piece is about Keith Frost a Master Chef at a 5-star restaurant in the Islands and a Special Culinary Arts Professor at St Abbot’s University, and his personal slave Shannon Labbe. Though she’s his property, romance seems to be in bloom.

Posted on behalf of ShadowMonkey the original author.


“THE SHOWER”

I woke to the tropical breeze dancing across my bare back. I lifted my head and blindly turned it to the open patio doors, looking for the fragrance of the native flowers to tease my nose. I inhaled deeply as I opened my eyes, the ocean view just beyond the patio coming into focus. I glanced down at the clock on the side table, only to groan at the realization I had not slept in on my day off.

My left hand slid from under my pillow to extend across the satin sheets looking for someone it didn’t find. I lifted my head, freeing my pillow to be removed by the right hand as the left retrieved hers. My head came to rest in her pillow, bunched in my arms and cool to the touch. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply again, drawing in traces of perfume and sweat from the fabric.

As I laid there in bed, I heard the shower being turned off. I got out of bed quietly with a smile as I heard her begin to hum through the open door. As I made my way around the bed, I paused only for a moment to pick up a strip of burnt bacon and the glass of orange juice she had waiting for me on the nearby table. As the meat crunched loudly in my mouth, I listened for the sound of the ice hitting the walls of the glass. With my quiet approach to the door, I was able to position myself so she could not see me in the mirror.

Her head was down in mild concentration as she stood at the vanity. Her focus was on the toothpaste she was applying with a decorator’s precision. After placing her brush on the marble sink with a faint click, her free hand joined the other in holding the tube. Her slender fingers on one hand flipped closed the cap before her other hand squeezed the tube from the bottom. The bright morning light highlighted streaks of white across her red nail polish as she moved the toothpaste up in the tube, addressing my pet peeve of squeezing from the middle. One slender arm reached up to open the medicine cabinet, the mirror casting a white line across her lightly tanned face as it moved, before her other arm placed the tube inside. With a graceful gesture she closed the cabinet before picking up the brush.

Her free hand went up to move her wet, wavy red hair behind her ears as the other hand worked the faucet to wet her brush. Her pale green eyes focused forward in the mirror as she lifted her hand and parted her thin lips. The tip of her light pink tongue left her mouth as she watched herself push the paste into the bristles. Her brush followed her tongue into her mouth as it closed, the head of the brush making a bulge in her lightly freckled cheek. I smiled at the familiar sight of her mouth holding something in it.

As she began the brush her teeth, the gentle rocking of her body worked loose the water still trapped in her hair. The droplets broke free to gently tap on her shoulders before beginning the exploration of her body. Some of the trails down her chest led the water to caress the curves of her full C’s with some water collecting on the tips of her tanned nipples before they fell to her feet. Other trails found their way through the valley between her breasts before crossing her flat stomach and disappearing into the V of her hips. The smooth skin on her back led the droplets straight to the shallow cup of her lower back as she leaned forward a little. Water escaping that cup ran over the tight curves of her small ass or disappeared down between her cheeks. Her athletic leg closest to me was bent at the knee as the other took the weight of her petite frame. She soon shifted her weight, straightening the nearest leg in a display of sculpted toneness as the other relaxed.

Both legs went straight as he back curved forward, displaying the firmness of her breasts as they held their shape while hanging under her. One hand reached out to turn on the faucet as the other checked her hair to keep it behind her ears. Her thin lips puckered as she delicately spat the toothpaste into the sink. She stood up again as one hand reached for a cup and the other rinsed the brush. She filled her mouth with water as she placed the brush into the holder. She swished her mouth clean before bending over again and emptying her mouth. She drank from the cup again after standing and tilted her head back, exposing the light scarring on her slender neck from a previous collar. She gargled her throat clean before spitting into the sink again. She poured the remains of the cup into the sink as she free hand reached for a towel.