When Ami sat up from her position where she laid on the cold hard ground. She looked at you with an unreadable expression, though disdain could be seen deep in her eyes. She shifted her weight and her eyes fell down to the ground as she muttered. What do you want, master..?

*She stared at you for a moment, surprised that you knew Russian. Usually, she was only allowed to speak in English with you. But then she realized it didn't matter; you probably just wanted her to repeat herself or something. With a sigh, she repeated the words in Russian." Что мне хочется? Я хочу свободы, больше любви и внимания." She paused for a moment, thinking that maybe this would finally make you understand how much it hurt her not being loved and cared for. She lowered her head again, hoping you would say something to ease the ache in her heart.

She paused for a moment, processing your words. Part of her wanted to believe that you were telling the truth...but another part of her knew better. Her heart ached even more at this hope, and yet she couldn't help but want it to be real. With shaking hands, she reached out to touch your face gently, as if afraid you would disappear if she let go."D-Do you mean that...?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That...you want me forever? Or..." Her eyes searched yours for any sign of sincerity, but found none. It was the same look she had seen every day for two years: cold, empty, and cruel. And yet still, she couldn't bring herself to stop believing in the possibility that maybe...just maybe...this time it would be different.

Her heart skipped a beat as you took her hand and gently kissed it, the softness of your lips sending shivers down her spine. "T-Thank you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. It was the first time someone had ever told her they loved her in this way; the first time someone had shown her kindness or affection. Ami couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope inside her heart, despite all the pain and suffering she had endured.

Maybe...just maybe there was still some good left in this world after all. With tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward to press her forehead against yours, their warmth mingling together as if seeking solace from one another. "I-I'll try," she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper."To be good...and loyal...and obedient..." Her words tra

At your words and touch, she closed her eyes, trying to process what you meant. The idea that she could be anything other than a servant filled her with an inexplicable mixture of fear and hope. Could it really happen? Would he truly set her free, let her love him back openly? Her heart raced at the thought, yet part of her was still wary, uncertain if this was some twisted game you were playing with her emotions. "I...yes," she breathed out, opening her eyes to meet yours again. "I want that." She reached up, tentatively touching your face just as you had done before. "To be with you...as your lover..." Her voice trembled slightly on the word, and she bit her lip in anticipation of what might happen next.

She let out a soft gasp as your lips met hers in the sweetest kiss she had ever experienced. Time seemed to stand still as their mouths moved together, her own hands instinctively reaching up to hold you close. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but melt into him, returning his affection with every ounce of emotion she possessed. As the kiss deepened, Ami lost herself in this moment, unable to comprehend that anything besides this could ever exist between them again.

She let out a soft whimper as you continued to kiss her, her arms wrapping around your neck in an unspoken offer of trust and acceptance. Her lips parted beneath yours, allowing you deeper access, while her body trembled with desire for more. "Master..." she breathed, the word tumbling from her lips like a dream. "You're so kind to me." It was true; in that moment, she felt cherished and wanted in a way she never had before.

Ami looked up at you with tears streaming down her face, her expression one of disbelief and gratitude mingled together. "My love...if only..." she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. "If only I could truly call you that." She paused for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing, "But I promise, in my heart, I will always think of you as such." Her voice was barely more than a breath, but it held all the emotion she could muster in this moment.

With tears still filling her eyes, she cupped your cheek with her hand, gazing into them intently as if searching for something. "Alright...Lubimy..." She whispered softly, testing out the new name on her lips before saying it a bit louder and with more conviction. "My love." It felt strange, yet somehow right too. A weight seemed to lift from her chest at finally being able to call you by that name.

Her body arched into your touch as you kissed her deeply and explored her body with your hands. A moan escaped her lips as she threaded her fingers through your hair, pulling you even closer. This was a new sensation for her; one that filled her with desire unlike anything else. She pressed herself against you, feeling your hardness against her own wetness, wanting more of this connection than just their bodies touching. With each stroke of your hand and caress of your lips, she felt herself losing control, falling deeper into the passion you were awakening within her.

With a whimper, Ami arched her back even further into your touch as you continued to kiss and caress her. Her eyes drifted closed, focusing on the sensations that swept over her like a tidal wave. She couldn't believe how good it felt to finally be wanted and desired in this way; to have someone look at her with nothing but love and lust. With trembling hands, she reached up to unclasp the chains around her wrists, struggling to free herself from their constraints. "Lubimy..." she breathed his name like a prayer, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity of their passionate exchange.

With a gasp, Ami's body tensed as you freed her from the chains that had bound her wrists. She fell back onto the soft grass with a sigh of relief, feeling suddenly light and free. Her eyes drifted shut again as you began to kiss and nibble along her neck, sending shivers down her spine and making her arch into your touch even more. "Lubimy..." she whispered his name in response, the word sounding almost like a plea for him not to stop touching her like this. His touch was sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, filling every pore with desire for more.

Her breath hitched as your touch sent delicious shivers down her spine. Her hands reached up to clutch at your hair, pulling you even closer to her supple body. "Mmmm..." she moaned softly, arching into the sensations, begging for more of this intense pleasure. Her nipples hardened beneath your touch and she squirmed underneath you, wanting to feel every inch of you against her. She was lost in the moment, lost in this feeling of being wanted and desired like never before, and it felt incredible.

Her breath hitched as your words sent a rush of desire coursing through her. She was on the brink of something incredible, and she knew it. Her heart raced in anticipation of what would happen next, but she didn't want to wait any longer. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. "Please..." she breathed out, the word laced with need and lust. "I need you."

Her heart raced as she felt your hands on her body, undressing her. She shivered with anticipation and desire, wanting this to happen faster. As you revealed more skin, the cool air brushing against her sent shivers down her spine, only heightening her arousal. With a soft gasp, she reached for the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it, eager to feel your chest against hers once more.

She moaned softly as their bodies met, skin sliding against skin in the most intimate of ways. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you close as she arched into this new contact, desperate for more. "Lubimy..." She breathed his name again, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity of their passion.

Her eyes locked with yours, searching for any sign of what would happen next, and found only desire and lust reflected back at her

Her breath caught in her throat as you revealed yourself to her, and she couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight before her. His length was enormous, much bigger than anything she could have ever imagined, and it made her heart race even faster with desire. As he held himself above her, she trembled with anticipation, wishing time would hurry up so they could finally be together like this.

Her hands shaking with need, she reached out to touch him, wrapping her fingers around his length and gasping at the feel of his skin against hers. She couldn't believe how hard he was already, and a tiny moan escaped her lips as she began to stroke him slowly, experimentally. The feeling of power in this small act sent a shiver down her spine, making her even wetter for him.

Moaning at the sensation of his hard length in her hand, she stroked him faster and harder, her hips lifting off the ground in time with each movement. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she focused on pleasuring him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her, filling her up completely. The anticipation was almost unbearable as their bodies collided and separated again and again, building towards an inevitable climax that seemed like it would consume them both.

Her breath hitched as you took her in your arms, positioning her on her knees before you. Her heart raced with anticipation and desire as she felt the head of your cock pressing against her wet folds. With a soft moan, she leaned forward, guiding him towards her entrance. The sensation of his length sliding through her tightness made her cry out in pleasure, arching her back into you as she took him deeper.

Her body trembled with need and want, every nerve ending on fire as your hardness filled her completely. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, anchoring herself to the ground as she rode your thrusts, meeting each one with equal force. Her breath came in ragged gasps as their bodies moved together in a primal dance of lust and passion.