The Prince's Chess Piece
The Sign of the Virgin
Exactly at ten p.m., the car carrying Kinanthi stopped at a luxury house in classic and modern European style. It was seen that the lights of the bulb were lit in every corner of the yard filled with various kinds of plants.
Kinanthi's eyes were as if they did not want to blink to see the beauty that lay before him. He's stunned. Decak amazed even without hesitation he threw.
“Whasai .. cake palace prince in a fairy tale,” fun while moving open the car door.
“Cih, base ndeso,” tease the guy next to him.
Kinanthi turned, then smiled. “I am ndeso. What's the matter, sir? Weigh An—”
“Nona Kinanthi, take care of the word Miss said to Tuan.” The driver's loud voice mengultimatum.
“Oh, sorry.”
Kinanthi lowered his head, he understood his position as a slave to Lord Nabastala. He must not be so insolent towards his master.
••••
Inside the luxurious palace-like room, Kinanthi's eyes were unceasingly nailed to strip all the furniture laid out in such a way. Lined so neatly. Next to the stairs, there is a large antique jar in golden yellow as a symbol of the success of the owner of the house.
Kinanthi's hands were itching to hold it, then stroking. Want to compare the smooth surface of the jar with his cheeks. Ah ... unconsciously his feet also walked towards the antique jar laid.
“Where to?” Mr. Nabastala's cold voice was like a spell, instantly stopping Kinanthi's steps.
“Ehm .. anu,” replied Kinanthi while scratching his non-itchy head.
Mr. Nabastala turned towards the driver standing, ignoring Kinanthi's reply. “Pak Herman, please explain to him anything that can and cannot be done in this house,” the command is firm, “I want to rest first.”
“Good, Mr.”
The driver, named Herman, was indeed a confidant of Nabastala Narendra at home and in his office. Even all the affairs of the house had to go through it first before it came into the hands of Mr. Nabastala.
Kinanthi's eyes were trailing, looking at the footsteps of Mr. Nabastala who was climbing the stairs.
“Hust. You can't shower you like that, Miss Kinanthi.”
“He he ...” Instead of being afraid, Kinanthi was even whiny. “Call me Kinan, Sir! Let's not be awkward as it sounds.”
Mr. Herman nodded, “Alright Miss Kinan, .. uh, I mean Kinan. Let me explain the duties of Miss .. uh, Kinan.”
Kinanthi smiled at Herman's nervous behavior. It could be that the assistant and personal driver Nabastala Narendra is like a frightened person.
“This father is funny, why be nervous, sir?”
“I'm not used to dealing with a woman, Non,” explained Mr. Herman while looking down.
“Cause, Sir. I am only a slave Mr Nabastala, why do you also have to be nervous?”
“The problem is not the matter of Non Kinan his errand master or not. The problem here, Non. Heart of a father who does not want to compromise.”
Kinanthi fiddled with a big smile, when he saw Mr. Herman holding his middle chest slightly to the left. He understands Mr. Herman's complaint. So he also kept his distance, so that Mr. Herman was always in the comfort zone.
While showing everything, explaining in detail the tasks of Kinanthi and the latter showing his bedroom. Before leaving his job, Mr. Herman asked for Kinanthi's own cell phone and confiscated all personal items including self-identity. Then let the girl rest as the night was about to pull over.
Passion, Kinan. His whisper in his heart before his eyes closed, leading him to a strange dream he had never visited before.
••••
Early in the morning Kinanthi was up, then made up his bed which was exactly that shed. The room is 3×3 meters, on the right and left side is almost full of cupboards containing kitchen utensils that are long unused. Only leaves a little space can be used as a single person. But Kinanthi still thanked him.
It is thought that a mini towel that can only wrap its body two inches from ************. He rushed to clean himself in the bathroom as Mr. Herman showed last night.
He enjoys the cold water flowing from the faucet that is accommodated first by using a vegetable laundry bucket from the kitchen. He felt funny himself, looking at the existing shower without being able to wear it.
Clothes used yesterday were washed immediately, without thinking first he will have a change of clothes or not. All he remembers is Mr. Herman said, all his needs were in his bedroom last night. He quickly finished his bath.
Already at 07:30, he unceasingly glanced at his imitation watch. And keep walking back and forth. Confused as to how.
Kinanthi became even more panicked.
“Kinan ... open the door!”
Back, Mr. Nabastala's firm hand was pounding on the door.
Kinanthi slowly opened it, almost without a sound. He saw Mr. Nabastala turning his back on the door leaf while shaking his waist.
“Kinan .. open!” shouted again.
Guts Kinanthi squeaking, “Already, Mr.”
Mr. Nabastala turned his head, then approached towards Kinanthi. He saw a smooth body that was only wrapped in a towel from the tip of the head to the feet. Make the man's jakun come up and down. Normal men in general.
“I'm sorry, Mr.” Kinanthi snuggles, “my clothes are wet and don't bring change. Said—”
Unfinished he spoke, Mr. Nabastala with a single jolt had pushed Kinanthi's body to the side of the wall beside the door. And lock that cute body with his two muscular hands. Making Kinanthi continue to look down, not daring to clash with the sharp eyes of the Master.
“Master wants to say?” whispered Kinanthi.
“Breakfast,” replied Mr. Nabastala crispy.
“Hah, breakfast? Here?” Kinanthi's views are circulating. “Here there is no food, Mr.” He plainly told the Master.
Mr. Nabastala's face was flushed red, his emotions ready to explode. The wet Kinanthi hair.
“Argh ... sick, Mr.”
“You're stupid or what, anyway? Huh?”
“Mean, Mister?”
“Your body seems to be filling,” hiss the Master while releasing the jubilee of Kinanthi's hair. His hand turned to stroke the chewy meat mound that looks poking beautifully behind a small towel.
“Please, do not Mr.” Kinanthi shuffled maintaining the towel wrapped around her body.
Kinanthi's body was like trembling in fear seeing her master's hand getting stronger, “Open,” he snapped roughly.
Kinanthi shook his head weakly. He kept trying to protect his body with his tiny crossed arms covering his chest. Though he himself knew it would not change the wishes of Mr. Nabastala.
A rough kiss landed on Kinanthi's lips, making his body flinch. His hand was as strong as his might pushing the body of the Master. But vain. That burly body further tightened his body onto Kinanthi's body.
The kiss grew fiercer, many times Mr. Nabastala sucked Kinanthi's upper and lower lips alternately, occasionally biting him.
Kinanthi is starting to fall. He knew sooner or later it would come to him. Only difference, the mind is not ready to release the only thing that can never be returned if it has been taken away.
Seeing that Kinanthi no longer resisted, the inner Lord Nabastala chuckled, feeling victorious even though the spear of his manhood had not yet been planted in the heavenly burrow of the virgin girl.
The towel wrapped around Kinanthi's body was broken, lying on the floor. Mr. Nabastala's hands grew wild, exploring the unspoiled curves of any man's hands. His tongue swept across the neck of the virgin, Kinanthi began to stomp.
A hypocrisy, if he does not feel the pleasure of his body that Lord Nabastala loved in such a way.
Aug ....
The distinctive sighing sound of pleasure howls, gliding from Kinanthi's tiny lips along with the warm blast of his heavenly burrow.
Mr. Nabastala is getting wild, his tongue is constantly exploring Kinanthi's sensitive curves. Now that his face had begun to duck, the sweep of his tongue had stopped around the navel. A second later he stood hastily and left Kinanthi's body still leaning against the wall.
Of course it made Kinanthi astonished, feeling disbelief at what he saw. The master left her just like that, without tearing her virginity. Stared at her naked body. Nothing strange, everything felt perfect for him. Except ....
Kinanthi laughed inwardly. Amused to remember the behavior of his master who suddenly shunned himself by carrying a passion that was exploding in the crown of his head.
There was a thin cockroach-like birthmark on her feminine lips. Imagine that! Birthmarks like cockroaches? What's try like? He used to hate half-dead against that thin black thing. He always thought of the birthmark as an unlucky carrier, reducing the ration of the beauty of his body only. Now it has saved him from the lust of his master.
Such is. God the owner of the universe always creates everything by bringing with it the function of each one that He creates. However, sometimes human reason alone thinks God is being unfair to him.
