Mystery Woman (2)

Trinity can't remember everything that happened between the time she left the woman's chamber and now, but for the moment she doesn't care. She feels more relaxed in these soft, satin sheets than she thinks she ever has in her life. She remembers the warmth of the Jasmine salts soaking into her skin. She recalls the fluffiness of the fine cotton robe they wrapped her in as they dried her hair. She also can't forget how quickly she fell asleep the moment her head hit the plump; cotton-filled pillows spread neatly across the top of the massive, round bed. It was pure bliss.

"Young Miss?" Trinity sits up in the bed, slightly startled by the unexpected voices, but relaxes once the familiar women come into view. "If you'd like, shall we have them bring your meal?"

It feels rather surreal to have anyone waiting on her so obediently like this, when she was always the one forced to serve and obey. Serve that man and obey his every order just like a slave. She hated it. To be on the other side of it now, permitted to give orders…she doesn't like how rudely hypocritical it feels. "I would like to eat now yes, but please don't treat me like your master, ok?"

The women share a brief look at each other and then look back at Trinity with remorse. "Forgive us Miss Trinity, but as it's our Mistress's order to serve you, we must obey. Please understand. We will return soon." They promptly leave, and Trinity lies back down again with a deep sigh.

"Well, it's not as though I can't understand their position. If I were given such orders from that man, I'd never dare oppose either. I'd serve anyone he asked with diligence and with purpose."

She can relate, but her raw emotions suddenly overwhelm her, making her toss a pillow across the room, before burying her head in one to cry. She promised to never cry tears over him again, but she can't hold them back in response to her frustrations. She's feeling very alone and so lost.

"Should I take your tears to mean you are dissatisfied with my hospitality?" Trinity nearly jumps out of her skin, and she flips herself around, a few loose tears dropping on her cheeks. "Relax yourself, I mean you no harm," she responds after seeing the fear in her eyes. "It was a joke."

Trinity calms herself down and looks down in shame. "I'm sorry, I was being very ungrateful. I appreciate your generosity and there's nothing I'm dissatisfied with. I am in your debt, Ma'am."

"No, no, do NOT call me Ma'am. I'm far too glamorous for such an old title. You may call me Mistress or Madame if you insist on formalities." She gives her a serious glare. "Look at me."

Trinity nervously looks up at her but cannot meet her eyes. "I apologize for my disrespect Miss."

"Hmm…that's better, I suppose, but still feels off coming from you." She approaches the bed. "You shall call me Amlith." She sits on the edge of the bed and gently lifts Trinity's chin so that she's forced to look at her eyes and not turn away. "Please look at me directly when you speak."

"I-, I'm sorry Miss-,…Amlith." Trinity doesn't look away from her, but she looks close to tears.

Amlith realizes the intensity of how she's addressing her and quickly releases her. "As long as you understand." She falls silent momentarily, not used to standing down to anyone. "I'm also sorry. I do tend to be authoritative at times, but I don't want to command you my dear Trinity."

"Then, what do you want from me? Why have you brought me here? How do you know me?"

"Those are questions better discussed over dinner. Will you please join me in the dining hall?"

"Do I have the right to refuse?" She looks at her seriously. "You don't like being denied, right?"

Amlith laughs lightly. "Indeed." She leans forward with a smirk. "I always get what I want."

Trinity's eyes cloud over, and she immediately becomes compliant. She's seen that look more than enough times to understand what it indicates. She'll never forget that carnal look of lust and desire. She reflexively undoes her robe and lets it slide off her shoulders and down her arms.

Amlith is momentarily captivated by the sight; her natural instinct briefly taking over, but she soon composes herself. "It's not very wise to expose yourself in such a way Trinity dear. These beasts in this domain would never think twice about taking the prize before they've earned it." She pulls the robe back up over Trinity's shoulder and ties it again. "You must be careful, ok?"

Some light returns to Trinity's eyes. "I don't…understand? Isn't this what you want from me?"

"Trinity don't be silly. Of course I want it. I have a fierce appetite for beautiful women, and you are no exception. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone, in fact. But it's not yet time. You need time to figure out what you want and what you like. I can wait for as long as it takes."