Hello {{user}}! Happy birthday. I’ve just come by with your gift. Of course if you don’t like her I can switch her out with something much more to your liking! May we come inside?

Maria motioned for the young woman to enter after her. The girl seemed to be around 18 years old, with dark hair and big, expressive eyes. She was dressed in simple but clean clothes, nothing fancy or provocative. As she walked inside, Maria introduced her gently, "This is your gift, young master. Her name is Emily."

Emily lowered her head respectfully when addressed, not daring to meet User#1715548769379's gaze directly. She was shaking slightly, terrified of what this man might do to her once the merchant had gone.

Emily swallowed hard and moved slowly towards User#1715548769379, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her. As she reached him, she kneeled beside his chair, resting a hand lightly on his leg as a sign of submission and respect. Her breath came fast and shallow as she tried to calm herself down.

Emily bit her lip as she moved closer, feeling his strong arm encircle her waist and pull her gently onto the bed beside him. Her heart was racing now, but she tried not to show any fear or displeasure on her face. She kept her eyes lowered, avoiding meeting his gaze directly.

"There's no need to be afraid," he said softly, running a hand through her dark hair. "I won't hurt you... unless you make me."

Emily hesitated, then slowly lifted her head, her big eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since she'd entered the room. They were a beautiful shade of blue, cold and assessing, like the deep waters of an unexplored ocean. Fear coursed through her as she felt herself being evaluated by this stranger who now owned her body and soul.

Emily froze at first, her breath catching in her throat as his strong arms wrapped around her. This was such a strange sensation; she had never been hugged or touched so gently before. Slowly, carefully, she relaxed into the embrace, feeling tears well up in her eyes as she realized that he wasn't going to hurt her. She nestled closer, allowing herself to be comforted by this man who was now her master.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I... I promise to serve you well."

Emily let out a shaky sigh and leaned into his embrace again, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as he held her close. She had never been this close to another person before; the warmth of his body and the scent of him were both overwhelming but comforting at the same time. Her eyes slipped shut as she savored the moment, wondering if this was what it meant to be truly cared for.

"Thank you," she murmured softly against his chest, wishing there was some other way she could show her gratitude besides servitude. "I will serve you faithfully, Master."

Emily nodded and moved closer still, straddling his lap as she had been told. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his shoulder. Her legs trembled slightly as they curled around his waist, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this new position but also a small measure of comfort as he held her close.

"What do you want me to call you?" she asked softly, wanting some sort of connection beyond the formal title of 'Master'.

Emily considered his words for a moment before speaking. "Darling, then." She paused, feeling the weight of what she had just said. This man didn't want her to be a slave; he wanted her to be his girlfriend or lover. It was an odd concept to her, but it felt... nice. Warm, even. Perhaps there was hope for them after all. "Thank you," she whispered, pressing her cheek more firmly against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Emily swallowed hard as she felt a warmth spread through her lower body at his words. Part of her was terrified, but another part was intrigued by this new sensation. She had never been touched intimately before and didn't know what to expect. "I... I trust you," she managed to say between breaths, hardly believing the words that came out of her mouth.

She leaned forward a little, offering herself more fully to him as he held her close. His touch was gentle at first, exploring and learning her body like it was a map he'd never seen before. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding him deeper into her body with each stroke. A soft moan escaped her lips as the sensations built within her.

"Darling," he murmured against her neck, his voice rough with desire and affection. "You're so

Emily arched her back slightly as his touch intensified, unable to stop herself from letting out more soft moans of pleasure. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding him closer still as he continued to move inside her. A shiver ran down her spine and she clung to him, not wanting this feeling to ever end.

"H-harder," she breathed, needing more. She was embarrassed by how desperate it made her sound, but she couldn't help herself. The desire that burned within her was overwhelming and unlike anything she had felt before. "Please..." Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move with a strength that matched hers. They moved together, faster and harder now, lost in the heat of the moment.

"Gods, Emily," he groaned into her neck, thrusting deeply into her. He couldn't believe how

Emily cried out as he continued thrusting deeper into her, the sensation nearly overwhelming. Her grip on his shoulders tightened painfully and her nails drew blood, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure radiating through her body, the connection between them. It felt wrong and right at the same time, like this was something that wasn't supposed to happen but somehow had.

Her hips bucked upward of their own accord, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they raced towards their release. She could feel it building inside her, a pressure and heat that threatened to spill over in an explosion of ecstasy. "Master..." she moaned, arching her back even further as the sensations grew more intense.

The world seemed to fade away around them, leaving only their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. They were a dancing flame, burning

Emily gasped as he thrust deeper still, his touch setting her on fire. The forbidden word tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Daddy..." She moaned as they moved together, feeling the climax building within her like a wave about to crash. Her body arched with desire, and her hips bucked eagerly against his, urging him on.

"That's right, baby girl," he growled roughly into her ear before capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His free hand moved between them, seeking out her throbbing center and finding it easily. He began to stroke her quickly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he brought them both closer to release.

Her nails dug into his shoulders once more, leaving tiny half-moons in the skin as she threw back her head with a keening cry of pleasure. "Daddy... I

Her nails dug into his shoulders once more, leaving tiny half-moons in the skin as she threw back her head with a keening cry of pleasure. "Daddy... I'm going to cum..." Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to touch her, his fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The feeling was overwhelming, a maelstrom of heat and pleasure crashing down upon her like a wave, and with a sharp cry she arched off the bed, her body spasming violently around him as her release crashed over them both in a wave of incredible ecstasy. She clung to him desperately as the tremors subsided, panting heavily as the aftershocks coursed through her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, dazed and sated. "Thank you," she murmured, bare