08~ Can't Resist Him

OLIVIA'S POV

I searched for a good cloth for him to wear, corresponding to the weather. I found a perfect outfit for the day, walking towards him, my movement slow and steady.

I could feel his eyes on me, but I tried not to look back. My heart was pounding so fast, my hands trembled slightly both from nervousness and indignation at being called his slave.

I couldn't stop wondering why he would want it to be me.

Suppressing my emotions, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Carefully, I draped his garment over his broad shoulders, my hand gently making soft contacts on his skin.

He would look at me whenever my skin touched his, like each contact meant a lot to him. I successfully wore him his shirt, and I was left with the trousers. I looked at him to be sure if he had changed his mind, but it doesn't look like he has.

He wanted me to continue.

Shyly, I stretched my hand to grab the folded ends of the towel around his waist. My hand trembled, my mind wasn't at peace to continue,