Chapter Four
The next two days werefilled with lessons. Most were focused on how she was supposed to behave. She was surprised though that she was mostly left in her room. When she’d arrived, there had been talk of her being taken on tours to observe other pets engaged in play or use. So far, however, she’d been rather neglected. A part of her was relieved. Another part was confused.
When the door slid open, she expected to find Holly or Master A, but she didn’t. Instead, there was a man with blond hair whose face was covered with a black mask that only revealed blue eyes, a square jaw, and a pretty mouth. He was lean, but clearly strong. His sleeves were rolled up to show off lovely well-defined forearm muscles. Those arms, she realized slowly, had likely spanked many girls into submission. Her pussy contracted and moistened.
His tall, fit body was perfectly proportioned and perfectly suited to her taste. He must be another trainer, like Master A. And what wonderful luck for him to arrive when she was longing to indulge her curiosities.
His black stretchable weave pants encased long legs. She had the urge to trace her fingers up and down them. And she liked his thick light hair. It reminded her of Lord Evston’s.
“A master has entered the room. Take the first position.”
Brande lowered herself all the way to the floor, extending her upper body so her breasts, forehead, and palms touched the cool stone floor. Under the thin fabric of her shift, the tips of her breasts were tight from cold, but also from something else. A jolt of excitement buzzed through her.
“Good. I’m Master V. Up, pet. And remove that shift.”
She shuddered, but did as he ordered.
“Present yourself.”
She stood and held herself still, though the tightness of her muscles nearly made her quake with uncontrolled energy. She clasped her hands behind her head, drawing her shoulders back so her breasts jutted forward.
“Good. Not as disobedient as I’d heard.”
Her face colored, but she remained silent. At first.
“I’m sure that what you—”
“Silence,” he said. “Don’t speak without permission.”
A wave of rebellion threatened to overflow. “May I have permission to speak?” she asked in clipped tones.
“No,” he said coolly.
She bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to control her frustration. She had only wanted to ask a relevant question about how long she must hold a pose if her limbs became fatigued. The man’s highhandedness was a bit excessive. She spotted Holly just behind him in the doorway.
He moved closer, then cupped her breasts with his hands, taking in their weight and molding their shape to suit him. Fresh arousal coursed through her, and she felt dew covering the petals of her sex. When he let go, he examined her tight nipples.
“Holly, bring me a pair of clamps.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, stepping out.
Brande swallowed. She was completely alone with him, which was unsettling. She had never been so far from the safety of her royal status as she was in this place. And while Master A’s attention had seemed to be an objective assessment of her, this man’s interest seemed to be something more.
