C4 Chapter 4: My Chambers

"Welcome Aboard the Dauntless, Sir," the young woman articulated, showing a sincere expression across her face. It seemed this woman was very happy to see me and yet was hiding something. As she stepped forward,

"Good afternoon, sir, my name is Ivory, and I am assigned to your cabin for the trip, would you please follow me." She quickly turned and began to walk up to the stern of the ship. I viewed her butt and posture as she walked, wondering if everyone was beautiful in the capital. I then cringed as I noticed the black metal collar around her neck and the possible meaning behind her words of being assigned to me.

There was little I could do to object, for now, she had not thrown herself onto me. She was being very polite even though it was probably her training, so I proceeded to follow her into the ship.

We walked a little bit; I was secretly impressed by how big this ship was. We soon found our way into a grand corridor in the upper part of the ship as my father's steward had quite evidently booked us only the best.

Ivory turned to me seductively and pushed out her chest which was small but firm. I stared like every man had before, as we approached an elaborately decorated door with 'Regent Wish Suite' written above it in gold plating.

"We've repositioned your gift into the bed chamber with all the accouterments it came with.” Ivory looked up at me like I was some kind of prize, she moved her hand to brush a few wisps of hair tendrils away to frame her face better. With pouted plump red lips and a sincere expression, “By the way I am at your beck and call for anything you might need sir. Call me at any time, day, or night, should you need it, sir," She playfully stated as she gave me what I thought was a flirtatious grin.

I replied very quickly but not at all what she wanted to hear. “Yes. Can I trouble you to find out the identity of the red-headed beauty I was talking to as I entered the ship? Her name is Lady Sophia.”

Ivory looked taken aback, realizing her seductive charms had failed on her prize, she simply bowed and said, “I will do my best to find out her identity, sir.”

She then proceeded to open the door and lead me into the suite. I realized after her statement and with some relief that Ivory was not the gift my father had told me about. Maybe my father finally got me a gift I could really use and would need for the academy. There is a first time for everything.

I had planned to study these four days while sailing, cultivating my magic, and increasing my mana supply. I’ve realized although I have three magic cores my mana gets depleted after simple spells which was unacceptable. I also needed to take this time to research my new books and possibly find out what happened to me and Sophia when we touched.

Once again, I thanked Ivory for showing me to my room. I was a little worried my father would have bribed Ivory to forcibly take me. It wouldn't be the first time he'd tried to send one of his courtesans to my bedroom. Every time he sent one, I would lock myself in the bathroom. If that didn’t work and this broke my heart, I would command them to leave. I have always felt no one should control another human being for any purpose.

I had learned a long time ago that courtesans were little more than pleasure slaves to anyone who could afford to buy them. Originally, I thought it was a transaction deal each time, but once bought, these slaves were yours to use however you saw fit. Even if they were killed, there was little sympathy given. Most were punished and used in all kinds of demeaning ways to satisfy the urges of men.

Ivory continued to stay by the door making me a little nervous as I entered what turned out to be a small drawing room with expensive plush comfortable sofas. A single table made from cherry oak was in the middle of the room with a welcoming gift from the captain. A simple brown wicker basket with all sorts of fruits and chocolates. On top of the basket was a thank you card written in his hand. Thank you for sailing with us.

I looked up, each room seemed to have chandelier lights showing off the magnificence of the room and ornate crystal light sconces on the wall as you entered each room. There was a grand set of massive double glass doors leading out onto a balcony that had comfortable white lounge chairs to enjoy a sunrise or sunset. I had perused every single room except one. I looked passed the double door leading out to the balcony and went to open the big wooden doors for what I presumed would be the master bedroom and bathroom.

At this point, Ivory turned to leave and with a lascivious grin at me said, "If you need anything at all my lord, don’t hesitate to ring the gold bell by the door...and do enjoy your gift!"

She left quickly, as I prepared to open the last door and find what could be a good gift or a bad gift. I silently prayed it was not a slave.

I first explored the room behind the door on the left and found a lavish bathing suite with a grand porcelain bathtub in the center which looked far too big for a single person. The more I dwelled within my thoughts, the angrier I got toward my father. Looking at this massive suite, I then realized what was going to be behind door number two. I nervously eased the door ajar to find a giant four-poster bed dominating the room with dark curtains along with window wells, gold leaf armchairs, and tables, and although it was decorated beautifully what caught my attention was right in front of me in all her glory.

Positioned in front of the bed kneeling on a silk pillow in a supplicatory pose was a semi-naked crème-colored goddess. Dressed in just a pair of small black linen and a thin black metal collar. The same kind of collar that Ivory had been wearing. I knew for certain she was a courtesan, the young lady knelt with her head bowed and her arms held behind her back.

At first, I thought she might be tied up or cuffed but this was her normal position. This displayed the constitution of many years in this specific position. The more I looked at her the more I was burning in rage at my father. I was also burning with the rage of passion as my member once again sprang to attention. Her blond/white wavy hair came to the top of her medium-sized breasts completely exposed. Her body was supple and alluring.

At this point she could hear me getting closer to her, she accidentally looked up which surprised me and caught my attention with her own stunning cerulean eyes staring back at me. I had never seen such ocean-like eyes, they truly captivated me.

She didn’t say anything, the true fear in her eyes drowning out all other emotions as she quickly averted her gaze and dropped her head to the floor. I could sense her fear of what she had just done. Technically it was punishable by taking all three holes, then punished further by letting a free go to anyone who wants it, and finally death if she didn’t, please her master.

She had one job and that was to pleasure the man in front of her any way she possibly could. My raging erection was fully showing through my tan breeches, but like I have told my father many times. I refuse to lose my virginity to someone I can command to have sex. I want my first time to be special and meaningful. In my inner rage at my father, I created a fireball in both of my hands for the first time. A red-crimson glow encompasses both my hands.

This caused the room to warm up by at least thirty degrees, it also caused the slave to bend down to look up once more. A seriously troubled expression was now vividly showing as she looked at one fireball and then another. She tries to look away but is caught -spellbound.

“I am sorry sir for offending you, please don’t burn me. I can pleasure you in every way imaginable, for however long you want me to, master.” She declared while placing her head on the floor, bowing gracefully and never once moving her hands from behind her back.

I look at my first fireball perfectly sculpted in my palm practically fueled by my anger. I have never created something so pure. My magic is increasing without the academy tutelage. I take a few short calming breaths. As the anger leaves my body the fireball energy dissipates from my hands, leaving only a small plume of smoke from my fingertips.