“I asked whether you learned not to taunt him mid-punishment?”
“Girl,” Brande said, reaching back and grabbing Holly’s wrist. “Do not be rough. You are not him.”
Holly blinked. “I apologize. I was not trying to cause you pain. I was trying to ease it.”
“Just squeeze some gel on them, and I will distribute it myself. And for your information, I did not taunt him.”
“All right,” Holly said, adding a bit more to each side.
Brande rubbed the lotion in carefully then exhaled as the tingling finally stopped stinging and created a dulled sensation in its wake. “Much better.”
A chime sounded from a hidden com. Brande looked up and watched Holly lift a com disc that hung on a chain between her breasts.
“Yes, Master A?”
“She will eat in his room.”
“All right.”
“He would like her there soon.”
“Understood.”
Brandese smiled. It had been more than a year since she and Evston had dined at the same table. She was delighted. She would be sure to set a leisurely pace as she ate so that they would have ample time to talk.
“Please take care—”
Brandese rose gingerly. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”
“You know, a smart girl would ask for advice. I have known Master V a long time.”
Brande tilted her head. Did she detect a little jealousy? She was half tempted to say she’d known him a long time too, but she restrained herself. “All right. What advice can you offer me?” she asked.
“Do not challenge his authority. He is not cruel, but he has specific expectations. Taunts and disrespect are never tolerated. Give in quickly and completely. Once he has your total submission, things become much easier.”
“Were you—?” Brandese took a step back. “Were you once his pet?”
Holly shrugged. “As I mentioned, I know him very well.”
“How many others? Do you know? Before and after you?”
“I haven’t said I was his pet.”
“As good as,” Brande said coolly.
Holly bit her lip. “Please. I was trying to help.”
Brande nodded. “I believe you. Can you answer my question though?”
“Why would that matter? Men like Master V have many pets over the years.”
“Has he one now?”
“Yes, or he did. Someone co-owned her, but the arrangement changed.”
She stared at the woman, flabbergasted.Co-owned?“Are you telling me he shared a sex slave with another man? Unlikely. Why would he?”
“She was not a sex slave! We are not that! Are you—why are you here? No, never mind. You’ll have to go—” Holly stepped out and the latch clicked.
