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His Lackey — Episode 3

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° Catherine°

As he walked back to my bed, I kept chanting over and over again in my head.

Stop thinking about him like that!

“Catherine, stop stressing. I will get someone to shield your thoughts if that will make you more comfortable”

I gawked at him.

Why was he being so nice. Is it possible to be scared of someone and feel kinda safe with them.

“Come and sit down. We need to talk” he said patting the the spot beside him on the bed.

I walked towards him, timidly, and sat down.

“I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe in anyway” he said and paused, “rather I want your stay here to be as pleasant as possible.”

I snorted at this and rolled my eyes. How can being a pet ever be pleasant?

“Don’t roll your eyes princess, it is not befitting for a Lord’s pet and it is rather unattractive.”

I fought the words that threatened to spill from my mouth in response. I had seen a side of him I did not want to see again, so I chose to not say anything and just sit and listen, like a good little pet!

“Now for the rules. When in the presence of others you will refer to me as Master. But when we are alone you may call me Jackson if you desire.”

“Really?” I asked surprised.

Kelvin always wanted to be called Master, whether in private or in public. It was always Master.

“Yes. Really. And I do not and will not tolerate any form of misbehavior or disrespect. I command respect as your Master, in private and in public. I will be deciding how you dress from now on, and what you eat just like you would for your dog or cat” he said in explaination.

I frowned at his comparison. Was this guy serious? A dog or a cat?

I decided not to push the matter and simply nodded my head, signalling I understood.

“When I ask you a question you must answer it, truthfully. Failure to do so will lead to punishment. When I have visitors you must show them respect no matter what. A pet represents her Master’s power, if you are disrespectful and ill mannered what picture will that paint about me, Princess?” He asked and I kept quiet even though I knew the answer.

“I asked you a question Catherine” he said.

“It would make you look weak” I answered in snall voice that could have passed for that of a little girl.

“Good girl” he said with a smirk.

“When we are alone you need not wear your collar. I find it extremely attractive to see you wearing something that represents me, but like I said, I want you comfortable. I’m guessing the collar isn’t really comfortable, am I right?”

“Yes. It is rather uncomfortable.” I answered with a smile. There was no hiding my confusion however.

Why was he being so nice. There had to be a catch somewhere. Was he gonna rape me or torture me in return.

He groaned beside me and I realised he had been listening to my thoughts again.

“Catherine, I am not going to rape nor torture you”

I nodded silently.

I was surprised with myself in all honesty. If it was with Kelvin I would have given him a smart retort but with Jackson I was silent, attentive even, and dare I say eager to please. I did not know whether it was because I was scared out of my wits of him, or it was simply because he had not done anything to warrant my disrespect.

“When I do Catherine, when I do lay my hands on you, when I do give in to the twisted desire to have you writhing in pleasure underneath me, I promise you it will be with your consent.” He said looking at me. It was then I noticed his eyes flicking between the hazel brown that I had been seeing since I met him and a deep dark red that in all honesty reminded me of a pool of blood.

I was tongue tied. I did not know whether it was because I hadn’t been given permission to speak or I simply did not know what to say. What I do know however is that Jackson had noticed the faint red appearing on my cheeks.

“Get some sleep Catherine.” He said standing up from the bed a slight smirk on his lips.

I was about to say it back when suddenly my stomach grumbled. I held onto it, embarrassed, and hoping it he hadn’t heard it.

“You should have told me you were hungry, Catherine. Come with me.” He said and began walking towards the door. I stood up and followed him, staying a good distance behind him.

We walked downstairs to the kitchen, and as we walked in I saw a couple of maids running around the kitchen. As they saw us walking in, they all stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads in respect. The respect was so sincere and I could definitely sense that it was genuine and not forced or out of fear. Jackson strode purposefully towards an elder looking woman.

“Hapita. How are you?”

She beamed at him before responding.

“Lord Jackson. It’s good to see that you are back. I thought you were going to spend the night”

“I was planning on doing so. But something came up.” He said and I almost glared at him for referring to me as something.

“How is the little rebel doing?” Hapita asked. She seemed so comfortable speaking to him, just like Emma had a while ago.

“He is doing great according to him. You know how Kelvin is. He will never admit all is not well.” Jackson said and I could hear the distress in his voice.

There was a small silence, and then Jackson spoke up again

“Hapita, this is Catherine, my new pet. Catherine meet Hapita. She is my head maid.”

“Ooh she is a beauty. It’s nice to meet you sweet Catherine” her smile was genuine and I couldn’t help reciprocate.

“Thank you. And it is nice to meet you too.” I said and I was surprised when she pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back.

She released me and Jackson spoke up once more.

“Hapita could you get Catherine something to eat please. We will be at the table.”

“Of course” Hapita said.

Once again I followed Jackson out of the room. As we walked out I could see the way the way the other maids were staring at me. It was all very unsettling.

Jackson pulled out a chair for himself. I made my way to a chair beside him, preparing to pull it out but Jackson’s hand stopped me.

Out of instinct I guessed Jackson wanted me on the floor, the same way Kelvin did and made my way to the floor beside his chair, preparing to sit there.

“What are you doing?” He demanded.

I stood up straight immediately, my mind racing, trying to discern what I had done wrong. He obviously did not want me to sit on the chair so I was sure he wanted me on the floor.

“No Cathie. I did not mean you should sit on the floor.” He murmured.

“So where do you want me to sit?” I asked, my brows scrunched in confusion.

“Right here” he said patting his lap.

My jaw dropped!

“What?” I squeaked out.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me well, princess” he said nonchalantly.

“Yes, but… it’s just that…” I stammered but he interrupted me.

“I’m not Kelvin, Catherine. I just don’t know how to get it through your thick skull.” He paused. “Now, Catherine, come and sit down and wait for your food. It’s either you seat on my lap or you go back to the room and sleep without eating”

I sighed, realising he wasn’t giving me much of a choice really and I walked towards him and settled on his lap awkwardly. I sat right at the edge of his laps trying to keep as much distance between us as possible.

He chuckled as he realised my antics. He grabbed my hips suddenly, and out of no where pulled me flash against him, my back making contact with his hard chest. I could not help but squeak as he did so.

He pushed my hair to the side and his mouth moved to my ear, and I shifted nervously on his lap as he did so.

“Get comfortable princess. Just try not to squirm and shift like that. I will not be responsible for my actions if you continue doing that.”

I froze almost immediately as I felt his manhood slightly rising against my ass.

The atmosphere suddenly felt thick, the silence deafening. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Hapita coming in with a huge plate in her hands.

“I hope you love pasta” she said placing my plate on the table just in front of me.

“I do. Thank you, Hapita” I said not taking my eyes away from the plate in front of me.

I turned and looked at Jackson, seeking permission and he simply nodded at me.

That was all I needed. As I put my first fork full of pasta in my mouth I couldn’t help but moan at the taste. I hadn’t tasted good food in a while.

I immediately seized the moaning however when I felt Jackson’s grip on my waist tightening, and also the feeling of his manhood increasing in size underneath me told me the moaning wasn’t such a good idea.

I continue eating like a famished dog, not caring about the mess nor the sounds I made while chewing. I took me less than 10 minutes to clear the plate.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I finally realized how I had been acting. So unlady like. I felt the urge to apologise to Jackson for my behaviour.

“Mast… Jackson, I’m sor…”I was interrupted by the most embarrassing sound there ever.

I burped, very loudly at that. I quickly grabbed my mouth but it was too late. I tensed, fearing that my unlady like episode had angered Jackson.

I relaxed however, when I heard him chuckle.

“Do you want some more?” He inquired

Embarrassed, I firmly shook my head signaling a no.

“When was the last time you had food Catherine?” He inquired still not making an effort to remove his hands that firmly held me down onto his lap.

“A couple of days ago” I whispered the answer.

He tensed immediately at my answer and I feared maybe I had done something wrong.

There was a long silence. No one talked, the only sound being heard was the erratic beating of my heart.

Jackson finally broke the silence,

“It’s time for you to go to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.” He said

I nodded and slid off his lap.

He remained seated.

“Aren’t you going to bed as well?” I inquired and he shook his head.

“I have things to do.” He said not looking at me.

I nodded my head and silently walked to my room. There were so many questions in my mind. Questions that I could never ask.

Not if I want to live anyway.


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