Her Eyes
Chapter 1
Jamie walked determinedly towards his house, trying to ignore the soft panting of the
young girl behind him.
Jamie Laring, a rich, modern man, was by no means held down by social constraints. He had made hundreds of millions of dollars from age seventeen to thirty-one, and now was practically retired, his company run by his trusted advisors. He wasn't a
fan of business, wasn't a fan of city life; but like a elementary school child who had a knack for maths, despite abhorring the subject, he had a knack for business.
He had lived in a huge, city mansion
before, but now in practical retirement, he had found himself a beautiful house on the outskirts of a small mountain town. There was a small stream nearby, which had a small falls at one part that Jamie enjoyed bathing in. Trees, ancient and proud, surrounded his house. His friends, bigshots everyone of them, couldn't understand his youthful joy
at finding the place, nor the way he chose not to splash his cash around.
Another thing he thought he didn't care for was the bodyservant, and sexual servant trade. He was a practical man, and a ladys' man, so he thought he didn't enjoy those things.
Until he saw Patai......
His friend, Jeremy Hartly, indulged heavily in those trades, and everytime they met, he waved one of his ''girls'' at Jamie, offering her to him (they were feminised boys; some had breasts, some had feminine curves, and some even had pussies). Jamie always refused.
But Patai was different from those other girls.......most of them were eager to please, some threw themselves at Jamie, caressing him inappropriately. Patai had looked up at him, from under that airy fringe of hers, and the eyes that met his, wide, brilliant blue eyes, were full of sorrow, full of fear. Her body was beautiful, and the lack of breasts was a sign she possessed a surgery given vagina, but it was those eyes that drew him to her.
He reached his house, and opened the door, turning back to Patai. She looked at him, her cheeks a little rosy, hair tousled from the light wind, her bare legs winking at him in the sun, under her black thigh-length dress. He shivered, and tried to contain his arousal at the
thought that maybe she looked like that after sex. That she looked that
beautiful after sex.....
She preceded him inside, siddling past him nervously in her high heels. She looked around the house, while Jamie tried, and failed, not to look at the back of her legs, failed not
to think about kissing her on the side of her throat, where her gorgeous, brown hair could tickle his throat while he did so. She walked
into the sitting room slowly, as if trying to come to terms with her new surroundings. Like a cute kitten, Jamie thought inanely, bridling at his arousal.
''Sit, sit,'' Jamie suggested, walking over swiftly to seat himself on the wide, four-person couch, while she selected an armchair. He blessed that he at least refused the urge to look under her dress while she settled herself. Jamie couldn't believe he was being so childish.
She looked at him, and the breath was swept from him. She was......oh, she was stunning. Her smooth, heart-shaped face, so innocent but beautiful, her thin, but ripe looking
lips drawing in breath, still a little huskily from the walk, distracting him for a moment. While she didn't possess breasts, Jamie had to muse she had been subject to estrogen injections, because her chest had a small swell to it, her hips a beguiling curve. Her legs.......only slightly sun kissed, like the rest of her, looked so elegant, so graceful. They made Jamie's hands tremble with the urge to caress them.
''Master, do you require something of me?'' the young girl's lilting voice enquired of him, waking him to how he had been staring at her. She looked uneasy; her voice had more than a hint of a shake to it.
''No, Patai, I apologise for staring,'' Jamie hastily responded. She tucked her chin in, and bit her lip softly, as she looked to one side, a blush in her cheeks. Jamie stood up, trying to
walk casually to the window to gaze out of it. Instead, he tried desperately to dispel how aroused he was, willed the erection in his pants to relax.
Her hands resting on his muscular shoulders made him hitch in his breathing. ''Does Master wish for a massage?'' she whispered softly, her little, delicate hands already rubbing his shoulders. The feel of her small hands on the breadth of his shoulders was indescribeable.......he simply closed his eyes, and enjoyed it for a
few moments, before coming to his senses. He turned slowly, Patai's hands leaving his shoulders, hanging by her sides as she looked up into his eyes. He would have kissed her right there, felt those beautiful, sweet lips against his, except for the sorrow in her eyes, the tremble that made her body shake. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing only softly, as he whispered, concerned at how his touch made her wince almost unnoticeably, ''Are you alright, Patai?''
''Of course, Master.....,'' she whispered back, not meeting his eyes. The anguish he felt at realising she feared him was heart clenching. He willed his voice not to tremble with suppressed emotion, as he whispered, ''Patai, I won't hurt you. I won't do anything to you that you don't want.''
Her eyes came back to meet his, her brow slightly furrowed, as if incredulous at what he said. ''I mean it,'' he continued quietly, savouring how close he was to her, knowing he might never be again. Her scent filled his nose......
''Master, its not
my place to forbid you anything......,'' she said, confusion in her voice.
''You can call me Jamie, Patai,'' Jamie told her, ''and it
is your place.'' He gently guided her onto the couch, sitting not too close to her on it. ''Would it be ok if I asked why you're afraid, Patai?'' Even to him, the question sounded full of desperation; he wanted her, but didn't want to make love to her if she was unwilling.
She
looked at him, her eyes tormented, as if an inner battle took place within her mind. To Jamie's dismay, her lips began trembling, and soon she was sobbing. Jamie moved closer, and wrapped his arms around her. ''I'm sorry, Patai, you don't need to tell me,'' he whispered, his heart
dropping in despair. She had tensed to hard when he hugged her, as if waiting for a grope, an inappropriate caress, but continued her sobbing when she realised he simply wished to comfort her.
When it had stilled, he broke the embrace, saddened to have to, but knowing she didn't favour his touch. ''I'm going to go for a run, Patai, before it gets dark out,'' he told the side of her face, while she looked into the
empty fireplace. ''If you want, there's a shower near my bedroom, or you can go for a dip in the stream nearby.'' When it didn't get a response, he told her, awkwardly, ''I'm sorry, Patai, truly.''
Jamie
took a towel with him, slung it over his shoulder, and went out the door.
Chapter 2 The sky starting to go a duller blue, Jamie reached the pool under where the falls were. He had needed the run, to work off some energy, to get rid of some pent up emotion. He hoped Patai was feeling better. He was mopping his face with the towel when he stepped out of the trees into the clearing of the pool.
Patai
was in it......Jamie stared at her naked body. The water was waist-high, leaving her entire back, as she was turned away from him, naked to his hungry eyes. The delicacy, the grace of her back, the little valley of skin over her spine, her hair stuck to the skin of her neck....... God, I need it so badly, Jamie thought to himself. He
walked more casually than he felt to the pool, stripping. He disturbed the girl, who spun fearfully to gaze at him. He looked once at her, then
at the ground, as he stripped naked. That one look, was enough to know her nipples were bright pink and erect, her lips shining as if through gloss because of the water, shining a ruby red at him, her skin glistening. He could just see the swell of her hips, before she sank deeper in.
''Sorry, Patai,'' he hailed her, walking into the pool, ''I need a bit of a dip myself, after my run. Please, continue bathing, don't mind me.''
She had stared at his naked, semi-erect
cock, and now chose to stare at the tightly packed muscles of his chest. She took a single step towards him, eyes locked on his body, and he dared to hope for a brief moment. But, she then inhaled deeply, and turned away, obviously with effort. That didn't comfort Jamie, who restrained from cursing his luck out loud.
They both stroked the water onto their bodies. Jamie heard the falls falling on her as she went under it, but knew touching would follow seeing that sight, so he stepped out from the pool, and began to dry himself off with his towel. When he had fully dried and clothed himself, he turned to see Patai surveying him, wide eyed. She hastily turned to one side when he looked back at her. She seemed to want to leave the pool, but was obviously uncomfortable that he'd be able to see her.
''Dress yourself, Patai,'' he bade her, turning away, ''I won't look.''
It seemed to take an eternity, the noises of her drying her skin with her own towel, the rustle of her dress. ''I'm dressed,'' she whispered, startling him. She had come closer, without him even hearing.
He
led the way back to the cabin. He suggested sleeping, and she agreed, more to respond than out of any genuine agreement, he bitterly felt. He realised, with his heart beginning to pulsate loudly, that he only possessed one bedroom.
She, again, tucked her chin in and bit her
lower lip softly upon hearing this. ''Should I sleep on the couch?'' she whispered, hesitantly, barely above a whisper. Clearly, she felt this kind of ''insolence'' with another master would earn her punishment.
''The bed's wide, Patai. Sleep with me, I won't touch you, or do anything to you, I promise,'' he responded desperately.
If he couldn't make love to her, maybe, at the very least, he could fill his lungs with her scent, feel the warmth of her body under the covers as he went to sleep.
She looked at him fearfully, but nodded. He led the way, and stripped to his underwear in front of her. The room was dark, the air outside approaching pitch blackness, so he hoped she wasn't too perturbed by his stripping. Moments later, he heard
her dress fall to the floor, and felt the opposite side of the bed cover lift. She slipped in silently, so silently he could hear his heart
thud.
He slowly reached a hand across, to gently touch her cheek. ''Sweet dreams, Patai,'' he whispered, reluctantly taking his hand away. He waited until the girl's breathing became more rhythmic, before falling asleep himself.
Chapter 3
Jamie woke up, coming alert as
he heard an odd noise. He gasped softly, as he realised what it was.
Patai was sobbing against the pillow, whispering words. ''Please, don't......please......,'' she pleaded, her voice full of torment, of pain. Jamie stared at her in the darkness, concern making his heart slow. He slowly reached across to her, and drew her near. She stopped whispering, but continued to tremble against him. Despite himself, he could feel her panties rubbing his thigh, felt her warmth radiating against his, and mingling under the close covers.
Her trembling apruptly stopped. He heard her gasp, and felt her pull away. He let her go, reaching to one side of the bed to light a lamp. She closed her eyes tight against the sudden light, but then opened them, staring at him fearfully. She was propped up on one arm; it was an
effort to look into her eyes, and not at the beautiful, little nipples revealed by the covers pulled up off the bed by her shoulders.
''Patai.....,'' he whispered, ''you were......having a nightmare......''
He thought maybe that'd comfort her, that he hadn't touched her inappropriately, but instead she looked away, closing her eyes. But not stopping the tears that leaked from her already red eyelids, or the sobs
that broke dryly from her lips.
He couldn't just sit there, and watch her weep. He pulled her near once again, and this time, she didn't wince, or react. She thrust her face against his chest and wet it with her tears. He hesitantly cradled her head there, mouth wide and inhaling her scent, as his fingers played through her fine hair, to caress the back of her head. His other hand got to feel the softness, the smoothness of her lower back, so close to her peach-shaped ass that his hand trembled on her. Her hands clutched at his right arm, her body pressed tight against him. He realised, he had never known a greater moment in his life.
Her sobbing slowly ceased. She raised her head off his chest, her eyes full of her sorrow as she looked at him. He wet his lips, and, savouringly, caressed the back of her head and lower back once more, before asking gently, ''What was your nightmare about?''
He fully expected her to start crying again. To leave the bed, or the room. Instead, she pushed her cheek against his chest, her soft, beautiful cheek. ''I have that nightmare a lot......when I was thirteen,
my father came into my room......he fucked me.....''
Jamie's mouth slowly opened in horror.
''He did it every night......then, when I was fourteen, he sold me, like
a cow, to a whorehouse......he said I sucked cock real good, that my boipussy was tight and hot.....''
Jamie clenched his eyes shut. To hear this sweet, delicate thing say such things in a dull, dispassionate voice was horrifying. Her chest pushed against and receded from his as she struggled to say her next words.
''At first, it was ok, at the whorehouse. I was on the first floor, always fucked in my own bed......most of the guys were gentle enough. Some were rough, but......in a good way, rough. Then, two months later, the owners paid for my surgery, to give me a pussy. Then......,'' her voice finally broke here, struggling desperately with her pent up emotion, ''I was put on the ground floor.'' She dug her head against her
chest, not sobbing, but obviously overcome.
Jamie felt his gorge rise, and fought it down. The ground floor of whorehouses......he knew what they consisted of. Couches, slings, shackles.......boys and girls tied down to be fucked.......
He hugged Patai close. ''The worst part was......,'' Patai suddenly whispered, in what could barely be called a whisper, ''I liked it, at first......my father was.....kind, gentle.....I thought, maybe because of that......,'' her voice breaking as a sob interrupted her story, ''I deserved to be a whore.''
Tears came to Jamie's eyes, as she sobbed once more, only softly, against his chest. ''Patai, Patai, its alright,'' he said, trying to be soothing, but the words came out fiercely, ''I'll never let anyone hurt you again......you're safe now.''
''Thank you,'' she whispered softly against his chest, shivering as he felt her warm breath there. She raised her head, and looked into his eyes.
Hers weren't so full of sorrow, now......
''Thank you,'' she whispered once more, and leaned forward, her ruby red
lips pushing against his.
His hand trembled as he rested it at the back of her neck, only very slightly willing her lips against his, as he tasted the sweetness, and felt the pliancy of her soft lips. One of her little hands came to rub at his chest.
She broke the kiss, and tucked her head in under his chin, against his neck. He was left breathless, his mouth near stinging from the sweetness
of hers.
''Jamie, I.......I'm really tired......,'' she whispered , looking up at
him once more, apologetically. He struggled for breath, and whispered, ''That's ok, Patai......''
She remained there, looking into his eyes. Then a slow, shy smile appeared on her face. He nearly gasped; it was like the sun shining through the clouds after a flood. The way her face lifted, the twinkle in her eyes, how her lips thinned as they pushed closer together........it was nothing short of heartachingly beautiful.
She leaned forward and kissed his lips again, a shorter kiss than their previous short kiss, giving him a tantalizing taste of her. He held her there against his chest, feeling and hearing as her breathing became regular in slumber.
No boy could possess that beauty, he thought to himself.......he, whatever his name had been before, was now a she, was now Patai, and was absolutely beautiful. If he died in his sleep, he'd go to eternity with a smile on his face, thinking of that first, sweet kiss, that moment she let him inside her trust. That completely selfless
act of hers.....
He stroked her back very softly, smiling in wonder as she gently mumbled
in her sleep. He closed his eyes, feeling her soft breaths on his chest
as he fell asleep.
End of Part 1
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