The blue love story batch 4

Episode 7 : NAUGHTY MASTER
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JAJA’s Point Of View
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I think he liked the way he eat the pork
from my hand. He had finished off the
supposed to be my meal but I didn’t
complained. In fact, I admit, I liked what
we are doing.
“It’s all gone?” he asked when he looked at
the plate.
I just nod. I’m also looking at the plate. I’m
a bit disappointed because I haven’t
enjoyed eating the pork.
“Talk to me. If I said shut up, don’t talk.”
He noticed that he’s the only one talking
here.
I stopped myself from smiling.
“What’s funny?” He furrowed his brow.
“Nothing, Master.”
“Rule number eight, do not lie to your
Master.”
“Master, can I borrow a pen?” I suddenly
asked. He was a bit confused but still
pointed the cabinet where the pen is. I
returned to my seat.
“What are you going to do with the pen?”
“Stab it to you and kill you, Master,” I said.
He looks so serious.
His one eyebrow raised up. “Before you
stab me, I’m going to stab my s—t into
you. I’m going to take to heaven first
before you kill me.” He grinned.
Wrong move, Jaja!
What a wise teaser.
My face heated and I know it is color red.
I get the paper he gave me earlier and
wrote the additional rules. He leaned
forward to look at what I am doing.
“You have a good handwriting,” he
complemented.
“Thank you, Master.” I didn’t look at him.
There’s another ring from the door’s bell.
He got up and walk towards it. After a
short moment he came back holding the
same paper bag.
“Let’s eat. Feed me again. I’m enjoying it,”
he said. He go to the kitchen and return
holding two glass full of orange juice. He
sit on the couch, beside me, this time. He
placed the juice in the table.
“Eat using your bare hands,” he command.
I dipped the fried pork on the gravy and
eat it while he’s looking at me. “Feed me
too.”
I followed him. I dipped the pork, I really
dipped it carefully to not let my fingers dip
on it too. I was about to feed him when
suddenly he grabbed my hand and put the
food into his mouth. There he is again, he
included my finger and s—–g it.
I hold my breath as I felt his skin touch
mine. My skin became sensitive that I’m
getting burn by touching him. I simply
moved away from him a little bit.
I stared at him. “Master,” I called out. I
pointed the right side of my l-ips, signing
that there’s a gravy on his l-ips.
“Remove it,” he said.
I was about to grab a tissue when he
interrupted me.
“Using your l-ips. Lick the gravy on my l-ips,”
he added. He grinned.
What a naughty Master!
I came near to him. Using my hand, I
supported my body to not fall above him.
He’s staring at me while I am coming near
to him. Only an inch is between our l-ips
when I stopped. I stared at him.
“Lick me,” he said in a husky voice.
I let out my tongue and licked the gravy. I
am supposed to lick it, nothing more
nothing less, but Master Benjamin grabbed
my head and k-ssed me, deeply.
He deepened the k-ss. I felt his tongue
knocking my l-ips, wanting to get in,side my
mouth. I don’t know what’s happening to
me, I opened my mouth and let him play
with my tongue.
I don’t know how long we’ve been k-ssing
when he let go my l-ips. I am breathing
heavily because of lacking of air to breathe.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
The big led television that is attached on
the wall switched on. He’s holding the
remote. He acts like there’s nothing
happened. But for me, I am flabbergasted!
I am slowly getting used to his k-ss.
I didn’t answered him. I want to want love
story but he’s a man, men don’t like to
watch drama.
“I said what do you want to watch?” he
asked again. “Eat.” He noticed that I am not
eating the food.
“A-anything, Master,” I answered. I dipped
another pork and ate it. After that, I feed
him too.
He became quiet while watching. I can hear
the television, it’s action.
“You don’t like it,” he said that made me
look up. I look at him questionably.
He took a glance at me and returned to the
television. “The movie, you don’t like it.”
Just to not be rude, I watch the movie too.
But I don’t understand it. I even get dizzy
because of the camera and effects there.
The last pork I gave to him is stuck in his
l-ips. He signed me to eat the half of pork
while it was on his l-ips. This man has a lot
of things to do.
My l-ips touch his as I bite the pork.
Thankfully, he didn’t insisted to deepened
the k-ss. The movie was finished as we
finished eating too.
“You enjoyed it?” he asked. He’s referring
to the movie.
I shook my head. “No, Master.”
“Me too. Here watch this one. Don’t ever
blink. Watch it closely,” he said.
I look at the television. There’s a baby girl
playing with her doll. She’s laughing and
talking to her doll. I watched intently as he
had said. And then shoot!
I squealed in fear when a frightening face
flashed on the television. I jumped on my
seat too and covered my eyes.
“So cute.”
I heard Master Benjamin’s chuckles. He’s
laughing at me. I wanted to cry because of
fear but I am in front of him.
He turned the television off and faced me.
“Watching television is boring. Entertain
me.”
Entertain. Him.
What kind of entertainment he likes?
Like girls in the clubs?
“It’s not the way you’re thinking,” he said
as if he had read my mind. “But if you want
to do it, much better.”
I shook my head again. I don’t know how
to entertain him.
“You can cook?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“You can do dess**t?”
I nod again.
“What are the dess**t you can do?”
“Screwpine layer cake, cream caramel,
steamed raisin cake, trifle, daikon cake,
italian pizza snack, french crepe,” I
answered as I think of another dess**t I
can do.
“I want to taste screwpine layer cake. Cook
it. What are the ingredients you need?”
I told him everything the dess**t’s
ingredients. He ordered the other
ingredients through his phone. While
waiting, I decided to go to kitchen and
prepare the ingredients available.
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BENJAMIN’s Point Of View
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As Jaja go to the kitchen, I go to my room’s
balcony to breathe some fresh air. I lighted
up my cigarette and leaned on the rail.
She amazed me. I like her expression when
she scre-med and covered her eyes. She
looks like a kid, easy to command and have
a funny expressions.
Just by seeing her make my blood heat up.
I really want to take her right there in the
living but she’s still in pain. I gave her time
to recover. I want her to feel the pleasure
too,
I know I’ve been brutal to her in bed but
what can I do? That’s me when making
out. I’m becoming wild and out of control.
Then add the idea that Jaja is sed-ctively
innocent. Taking her V-rginity boosted up
my lust.
I took my phone when it rang. I saw
Frederick’s name on the caller ID.
“What?” I asked as I accepted the call.
“Did I interrupted your love making,
Benjamin? Is she wild? Can she handle your
aggressiveness?” his voice is full of
sarcasm.
“Why’d you call?”
“I just want to say to you that I’m taking
back my complaint. Be thankful to your
father, he asked me to do it.”
I didn’t speak, I turn off my phone instead.
That man is getting on my nerves. He acts
like a kid who wants attention. The
complaint he’s talking about is he accused
me for threatening his life. Why would I
threaten him?
“Master, the door is ringing.”
I turned back to face her. She’s wearing the
apron that she had used earlier. It gives me
another level of lust. Another fetish of
mine has been developed by an apron.
I restrained myself, forceful control.
“Get away from me if you still want to rest.
You’re sed-cing me.”
Her innocent look became confused. She
even looked at her body and covered it
again using her arms. She ran away from
me like a predator is chasing her.
I shook my head. Jaja have this expression,
attitude, and actions that amuses me.
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Episode 8 : MORE DELICIOUS
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JAJA’s Point Of View
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Master Benjamin handled me a small bottle
full of tablets.
“What is this, Master?” I asked.
“It’s a pills. From now on, you’ll take one
tablet every night.”
I took it and read the label. It’s a
contraceptive pills. It is clear as purified
water that he don’t want to impregnate
me. Well, it’s okay for me.
Master Benjamin left me again in the
kitchen after he placed the ingredients I
need. Then I heard the music roved his
wh0le condo. I think he’s so stiff and quiet
but I was wrong, he even loves music, old
music to be exact.
I am busy mixing the ingredients for
custard for the layer cake I am cooking
when I heard the music that my parents
used to sing along with each other. I
smiled. I missed that song and them.
Unconsciously, my body swayed as the
music beat its notes. I readied myself to
sing along with the song, remembering my
parents.
I sing as I put the mixed custard on the
layered. I put the layered cake into the
fridge to chill it. While singing along and
waiting for the cake to chill, I prepared the
plates and forks, and juice.
I didn’t notice the song has finished. While
waiting for the dess**t, I sit in the chair. I
remembered my life when I was on my
Uncle’s. I couldn’t have a rest there because
everyday there are lots of things to do.
Unlike here, I can rest and the life here is
not hærd. But I can’t get out, I am
imprisoned here.
I sighed. I read the rules on the paper that
we have tackled earlier. I’m thankful that I
can read and write. I finished high school
and planning to go to college when my
parents died along with my brother.
We are on a trip, my father, mother, and
little brother are with me. We’re going out
that time for we will celebrate the
graduation. Also, for my birthday
celebration. My gift to my parents is my
medals that I achieved from being the
most outstanding student.
That day is the greatest and happiest event
in my life but I didn’t expected that that
day had been the last day I am going to see
their smiles and hear their laughters. We’ve
met an accident while on the trip. A ten-
wheeler truck plowed into our vehicle. Only
I who survived. I got big scar on my back,
on the left side. It’s because I was stabbed
by the glass from the broken window.
I sighed. I don’t want to take a rest for I
will only remembered the accident.
I got up and took the layered cake. Its
flavor is pandan or screw pine. I sliced it
into rectangles and put a piece of it on
each plate.
I walk towards the living room. He said
that I’ll just call him there if I finished
cooking.
“Master, the dess**t is ready,” I informed.
He didn’t moved so I walk in front of him.
His head is in the armrest of the couch. His
one arm is under his head. He’s sleeping.
I stared at him.
Should I wake him up?
Seems like he’s on his sweet dream. It’s
rude to interrupt his sleeping just to let
him eat the dess**t I made.
I stared at him for a few minutes. I even
kneeled near his head to see his face.
“Master, you look like an angel when you’re
asleep. But when you woke up, oh God I
could only say you’re weird,” I said. There’s
a wildness hiding in,side him.
I was about to leave him asleep when he
talk. “I’m waiting for you to k-ss me.”
I thought he’s sleep talking but he opened
his one eye. Looking at me.
So he’s awake all the time? He’d heard I
said? Oh no! I look down because of the
shyness I felt.
“Help me rise up,” he said. He extends his
arm, waiting for me to pull him up.
I hold his arm. Instead of me pulling him,
he pull me. It was unexpected so I haven’t
balanced myself. I fall above him. He hug
me tight and his face is in between my
shoulder and neck, sniffing it.
“I love your natural smell,” he said while
k-ssing my neck.
“Master, the cake is ready. Would you like
to taste it?” I quickly changed the topic.
He let go of me so I immediately rose up.
It’s been difficult for me to rise up without
touching him.
“Mmm.” He rose up too. “Bring the cake
here.”
I get the cake and return to the living
room.
“Sit here beside me.”
I obeyed him. I placed the one plate on the
table while the other one is in my hand. I
extended it to him.
“Feed me.” Is he paralyzed?
I have no rights to complain that’s why I
quietly serve on him. I sliced the cake and
t—-t the fork on it. I aimed it to Master’s
mouth but he just laugh.
“Witty slave,” he said. “You don’t want me
to lick your finger again?”
I blushed.
Indeed. I don’t like him to do it again
because it’s only awakening my blood. I
don’t know that I have this kind of heat
in,side me.
“I-it’s not that, Master. My hand is not
clean,” I alibied.
He didn’t speak. He just open is mouth,
waiting for me to feed him. He’s chewing
the cake slowly.
“Where did you learned how to make this
kind of cake?” he asked and opened his
mouth again.
“From the cook book, Master.”
“You usually cook?”
I nod. “I am the one preparing the food of
my Uncle and Auntie. I’m also the cook of
their canteen. My mother taught me
everything she knows in terms of food.
She’s a chef before,” I said while putting
the food into his mouth.
“You live with your Uncle and your Auntie?”
“Yes. They adopted me when my parents
died. Even though I don’t want to be with
them, I have no choice but to accept it.
They’re the only relatives I know.”
“From whose side?”
“Father side, Master.”
“Your Uncle… Is he the one with Mister
Chen?”
I nod. “Yes, Master.”
“How did your parents died?”
His question brought pain in my heart and
sadness. “Vehicular accident, Master.”
Maybe he had felt the sadness in my voice
so he apologized.
“It’s okay, Master.”
Silence filled the air. There’s an
awkwardness between us. I think he’s
insensitive but I was wrong. Kind but wild.
There are still lot of things about him that I
wanted to know but I’m afraid to ask.
“Master, can I ask you?”
“You already are,” he said between
chewing the cake.
“From when I am going to be your slave?”
He stopped for awhile then chewed again.
“It depends.”
“Depends on what, Master?”
“Depends on the situation.”
I’m thinking regarding to the situation he’s
saying. “Like if you get married, Master?”
He smiled. “No. I can still make you as my
mistress. I mean, it depends if my lust for
you has been faded, casted away, gone.”
I scratched the back of my ear. “I’m going
to ask again, Master.”
“Go on.”
I stopped for a while. I’m still thinking on
how to ask it in a better way.
“Uhm… Master, I had noticed earlier that
you’re changing whe-when we are
uhmm..making out. I mean, like you are
possessed.”
He chuckled. “That’s me. Learn how to get
used to it as soon as you can. That’s the
way I f–k. Wild and aggressive. But I only
acted like that when I saw you and got
you. It’s only you can make my desire to
wake up and pleasure me so much.”
I gulped again. I shouldn’t asked it. He’s
too direct when talking.
“How’s the cake, Master?” I switched the
topic.
“Your cake is delicious,” he complimented.
“Thank you, Master.”
He hold my chin and pushed it up in able
for me to look at him. He stared at me and
smiled. “But you are more delicious, slave.”
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