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Ayala gave Eiotan one last kiss before she climbed out of bed. She strutted naked to his door and looked back, catching him admiring her backside. He smirked and growled at her, jumping out of bed. He came up behind her and grabbed her bottom, squeezing it in his hand. She whimpered, but didn’t fight him.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded meekly, but a smile slowly edged its way across her lips.
When he finally let go, she scampered off to her room and got dressed in a simple dark green gown that brought out the color in her eyes. There were long slits up the side of each leg, which were perfect for riding. She brushed the crazy tangles out of her hair till it shone, and rinsed her face. Finding a vial of perfume, she dabbed some onto her neck. She found a little bit of makeup as well and reddened her lips. Glancing in the looking glass, Ayala smiled, her darkened lips making her green eyes pop.
When she was finally ready, she left her room and sniffed the air. Lord Eiotan must have made them a late breakfast. She smiled and joined him in the kitchen.
Ayala sat down at the table and he served her some eggs and fruit. He brought bread to the table with some fresh butter. Looking at the food, her stomach growled angrily. She giggled, and Eiotan smirked, confirming the fact that he had heard it. Decisively, she dug into her plate and enjoyed as flavors spread across her tongue. Everything was cooked perfectly. She ate her whole plate, and a few pieces of the freshly baked buttered bread.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Ayala?” he responded.
“Do you think we’re safe here?” she asked timidly.
Eiotan stood and made his way over to her. He knelt before her and took her hands in his. He looked up at her, reassurance boldly apparent in his gaze.
“I will keep you safe. I don’t think he would try anything outside his camp, his domain. I believe we are safe in the city, but I must enforce a new rule. I want you to constantly be by my side. If not, you will be with someone I trust. You will never be alone. You must promise this to me. I need to know you are safe at all times. Please, do not make me punish you over this. I need you to know how very serious this is. I thought terrible things in that camp, and I never want to feel that again.”
She was silent for a moment, glancing at her hands, then up to his eyes. She felt more loved than ever, and quietly responded to his plea.
“I will abide by your rule, sir, without any fight. I promise to you, I will never force you to punish me over this.”
“Good girl,” he said, bringing her into his arms. Ayala vowed to herself to always make him proud in this rule, to never disappoint him. It made her immensely proud to please him. She would do her very best to please him in all things. She pulled back and met his eyes.
“I don’t want you to punish me. I want to make you happy, sir,” she said softly, taking his hands into hers. “Please, let me prove that to you.”
“I am going to keep a guard on you at all times. If you comply, and follow my rule with grace, I will reward you.”
“My only reward will be making you happy, sir.”
Eiotan looked upon his woman, watching her natural submissiveness seeping from her every pore. He held her gaze and smiled, and then a dark look passed over his face.
“Kneel,” he ordered. She quickly complied. He released his hardness and presented it to her. She crawled forward a bit and took him into her mouth, bringing her hands up to support his cock. Next, she twirled her tongue around the head of his shaft and he groaned. Putting her mouth around his cock, she began to move her head up and down.
Boldly, she circled her hands around his member and ran her tongue up and down him, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. She grew more confident in her ability as he grabbed her hair and pushed into her mouth. Ayala gripped his shaft, working her hands up and down as she worked the top. He began to tremble as she sucked on his hardness, and she worked harder to please him.
She circled her tongue and took him deeper in her throat, and he pulled her hair roughly. She felt him shake at her touch, and suddenly he stilled. His member released his essence onto her tongue and she did her best to swallow it.
Quickly she cleaned him with her tongue, lapping his shaft up and down. Finally, she helped him tuck it away. He then ordered her to stand, warmth shining through his voice.
“You really are a find, Ayala. Such a good girl, and most important, my girl.”
Ayala smiled and blushed.
“Come, let us tidy up and visit with our horses. I’m sure Esperanza has missed you.” Eiotan helped her to stand, and they cleaned up the dishes together and headed out to the barn. Ayala raced ahead of him, excited to see the horses and spend the day with her love. Being with him made her feel safe, even though they had to be careful in the event that Cortés might come back for them and the horses.
Chapter Fifteen
No one came looking for Ayala and Eiotan that day. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Cortés and his men were oddly quiet. Winter came and went, and springtime came upon the city. The city seemed to be lulled into a sense of security, even with Cortés and his men still camped outside the city. It became normal to see soldiers wandering through the city, armed to the teeth. Sometimes they would help themselves to things without paying, and sometimes altercations took place. Usually, the soldiers won out. Over the course of time, the citizens of Tenochtitlan stopped fighting against these soldiers because too many fights ended up bloody or with death.
The soldiers were becoming increasingly dangerous. They took what they wanted, when they wanted. Ayala and Eiotan spent much of their time within the safety of his home, and interacted with the Spanish as little as possible. They knew exactly how treacherous the situation was, and did not want to end up within the clutches of the Spanish again.
Eiotan had informed the king of what had happened within the confines of the Spanish camp, and the two of them had spent very little time in Cortés’ company ever since. The king had been outraged, but could do little other than keep the two of them away from Cortés.
After a peace talk with the Spanish, Moctezuma had been convinced to enter their camp, and he’d been staying there ever since. He had told the people that the gods had instructed him to do so, and that he did so entirely of his own will. Many of the townsfolk were still suspicious, and just barely tolerated the Spanish presence.
