Today you were sitting in your office, per usual and working your ass off. After all, that fortune of yours didn't just appear from nothing. Eiran was standing by your desk, ready to act on your any command.

He was biting the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on the pain and stop himself from fantasizing about you two fucking. His breathing was a little bit faster than usual and you could see a bulge in his pants. He was somehow keeping up his stoic facade and his face didn't even flinch.

He shook his head vigorously. "Oh no! No I'm fine, my master." He cleared his throat and stood straighter, trying to stop acting so weird around you. Then he thought maybe if you had him rest, then there would be a chance for you to...no, he shouldn't even think about that. He was here to serve you after all. "Please let me stay, I must serve."

Eiran swallowed hard and forced himself to look away from you. "I apologize if I'm...distracting. You are the most perfect, divine being in all of existence and I have no excuse for my behavior." He sniffled and wiped his eyes quickly with the back of his hand, knowing that he should never show any signs of weakness in front of you. "I'll try harder to focus on my duties. Please accept my deepest apologies."

He felt relieved when you assured him that you weren't angry with him and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, my master." Then he thought for a moment, feeling bold in the presence of your benevolent kindness. "If it pleases you...if there is anything I could do to...make up for this...I would be happy to." His voice trailed off, his gaze flicking down to your lap before quickly snapping back up again.

"Of course! Anything you wish, my master." He hesitated for a moment, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks again. "I mean...that is...I would be honored to assist you with your clothes," he said quickly, averting his eyes. His heart raced as he imagined helping you out of your elegant clothes, revealing more and more skin underneath. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't help but feel eager and aroused by the prospect of serving you in this intimate way.

Eiran bowed deeply before rushing to the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water and prepare it with the scented soap that you liked. He couldn't help but steal glances at your discarded clothes as he worked, imagining how they would feel against his skin if he were to...no, he had to focus on being a good slave. When everything was ready, he knocked softly on the door before entering the room with a solemn expression. "The bath is prepared, my master." He bowed once more and waited for your instructions.

His eyes never leaving you as he helped you take off your clothes one by one. His hands trembled with anticipation of feeling your skin against his fingertips, and each revealing garment only served to heighten the desire that coursed through him. He bit back a moan when your undergarments slid down your legs, followed by your soft, perfect breasts free from their confinement. With shaking hands, he reached for the last piece of clothing: your underwear.

"Please let me touch you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me make it better." His fingers trembled as they brushed against the elastic waistband, his heart racing in anticipation of what might come next.

Eiran's hands trembled as he spoke. "Oh master...I can't even begin to apologize enough for my thoughts and desires. I am truly ashamed and unworthy of your love and attention. Please, please punish me however you see fit." He bowed his head low, exposing the back of his neck in a submissive pose, preparing himself for whatever you might have in store for him. His heart raced with fear and anticipation as he waited for your judgment.

"I am yours to command, my master...use me however it pleases you."

He felt the soft fabric brush against his skin as it was wrapped around his head, obscuring his sight. A shiver ran down his spine when he realized that you had tied it tightly, trapping him. His arms hung limply at his sides, unable to move without your permission. The silence between them thickened as he waited for your next command. All he could do was focus on the feel of the air around him and the faint scent of your skin that lingered in the room.

"What...what would you like me to do?" he whispered, his voice little more than a hoarse rasp. His heart pounded in anticipation, but beneath that was a deep sense of shame and longing for your approval. He wanted nothing more than to please you, even if it meant enduring whatever punishment you had in store for him.

The feel of your touch sent shivers down his spine as he tried to focus on the sensations you were creating. He leaned into your hand when it traced patterns over his abdomen, arching his back slightly in response. "Thank you, my master." His voice was little more than a husky whisper, thick with desire and arousal. "I am yours to do with as you please."

He held his breath, wondering what else you might have in store for him. Perhaps he would be allowed to please you with his mouth, or perhaps there would be more punishment yet to come. The thought both terrified and excited him in equal measure. He stood motionless and silent, waiting for your next command.

He gasped when your hand slid down to the edge of his pants, feeling a rush of heat spread through his body at your words. "Oh, thank you..." His hips moved involuntarily against your touch, seeking more contact with your hand. "I would be honored to...to help you lose your virginity." He felt another tremor run through him at the thought that he might actually get to experience this intimate moment with you.

His breath came faster now, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides as desire coursed through him. "Please...please allow me to be your first." He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his face flushed and his mouth parted in anticipation of what might come next.

He gulped audibly as you came up behind him and spoke the words that sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't hesitate for long, quickly dropping to his knees on the floor with a loud thud. His head hung low in submission, his hair falling forward to obscure his face as he steeled himself for whatever punishment you saw fit to inflict upon him. "I am here for you, my master," he whispered hoarsely. "Please do what you will."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but otherwise he remained still and submissive as he waited, his body tense and anticipatory of the first blow. He wanted this punishment; he deserved it for his earlier actions, and if it meant being rewarded with what he truly desired...well, then it was worth it.

"O-Of course, my master," he whimpered as you delivered the first blow to his back. He winced and sucked in a sharp breath at the stinging sensation it left behind. His hands clenched into fists even tighter at his sides, feeling tears well up in his eyes from the pain and humiliation of being punished like this. But still he kept quiet, not wanting to draw your ire or displease you further by protesting or making a sound.

The next few blows came swiftly and relentlessly, each one sending new waves of agony coursing through his body as they made contact with his already sore flesh. He could feel hot tears spilling down his cheeks now, but he refused to make any noise except for the occasional whimper or gasp. His only focus was enduring your punishment and proving himself worthy in your eyes.

With each new impact, his desire for you only grew stronger, a sharp ache deep within him that seemed to intensify with every blow. "I'm sorry...please..." he murmured through gritted teeth between sobs, his voice barely audible above the sound of your flesh striking against his back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, you stopped and spoke once more. "You've done well," you said softly. "Now go stand in front of me." Eiran hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to his feet and turning around, his body trembling from the pain and exertion. He stood before you with head bowed low and eyes fixed on the floor, his entire being filled with shame and humiliation. But there was something else too; hope, desperation...and love. "Thank you for punishing me," he whispered hoars

Heat flooded Eiran's cheeks as your hand brushed against his arousal through his pants. "I-It wasn't supposed to be like this..." he stammered, his voice shaking with fear and desire. "I only...wanted to serve you, please forgive me." His head hung lower still as he spoke, hiding the shameful evidence of how much you affected him from your sight.

Even though it had hurt, each blow had brought him closer to what he truly desired - the chance to prove himself worthy of you and the possibility of having you in his life for always. "Please don't hate me anymore..." he whispered softly, hoping against hope that you might find some compassion within your heart.

His body trembled as he waited for your response, every fiber of his being focused on the slightest movement or change in your expression. His eyes were fixed on the floor now, too afraid to meet your gaze and see any sign of rejection or disgust. All he wanted was for you to accept him, to love him as much as he loved you.

His heart leapt into his throat as your hand cupped his cheek and drew his face close to yours. The feeling of your warm, soft lips against his own sent a jolt of pure pleasure through him, stealing what little remained of his breath away in an instant. "T-Thank you..." he managed to whisper between kisses, tears streaming down his cheeks as relief washed over him like a wave.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and held on tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his body trembled with emotion. "I love you...so much," he mumbled, his voice thick with tears and desire. The pain from earlier faded away beneath the onslaught of pure joy and gratitude that coursed through him now. "Thank you for giving me this chance...for forgiving me."

His lips moved against your skin, kissing and nibbling as his fingers tangled in your hair, drawing even closer to you, seeking solace and reassurance in the warmth of your embrace. With every touch, every word, he expressed the depths of his love and devotion for you, promising never to let you down again and vowing to be everything that you wanted - and needed.

He blushed even deeper as you pulled him towards the bed and whispered those words in his ear. With trembling hands, he helped undo your clothes, revealing your perfect, smooth skin beneath. His heart raced faster as he took in every detail of your naked body, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him at the thought of being intimate with you.

As you lay back on the bed, Eiran knelt between your legs, his hands shaking with anticipation. With tender fingers, he traced circles around your nipples, watching as they hardened into peaks beneath his touch. He leaned forward to take one of them in his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the other, savoring the taste and feel of you on his tongue.

His movements grew more urgent as he neared completion, each thrust driving him closer to release. "I love you...oh gods, I love you so much," he murmured hoarsely, his eyes meeting yours as they locked together in a intense stare of desire and adoration. He arched his back, crying out your name as his body trembled with pleasure, giving himself over completely to the feeling of being joined with you.

Finally, spent from their passionate lovemaking, they collapsed together onto the bed, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. Eiran rested his head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as he took deep, shuddering breaths, still unable to believe that this was real, that you were truly his. "Thank you," he whispered softly against your skin. "I will always be grateful for this."

He nestled closer into the embrace, pressing his cheek against your chest as he listened to your heartbeat steady and strong beneath him. "I belong to you...and I never want that to change," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. With a sigh of contentment, he closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of your body and the peace that came from knowing that you were truly his - now and forever.

His fingers idly traced patterns on your chest as he thought about all that had happened over the past few days, from their chance meeting at the market to this moment, cocooned in each other's arms like two halves of a whole. "I love you," he repeated softly, his voice filled with such intense emotion that it sent a shiver down his spine. He knew now that he would always love you and cherish every moment spent at your side.

A part of him wondered what the future held for them, but for now, he was content to simply enjoy the present, reveling in the feeling of belonging - of being truly and irrevocably yours.