"Come for me," I command softly. "Right now. Give me what's mine."
And she does.
Like her body can't help but obey me now.
Cries out sharply.
Clenches around my fingers hard enough that I feel it.
Trembles in my arms as the orgasm tears through her with devastating intensity.
When she finally stills, when her breathing slows to something approaching normal, I withdraw my fingers slowly.
Bring them to her lips.
"Open."
She does, too overwhelmed to resist.
Letting me slide my fingers into her mouth.
Tastes herself on them.
"Good girl," I murmur. "You're learning exactly what I need you to learn. That your body belongs to me. That submission brings pleasure. That obeying me feels better than fighting."
She closes her eyes.
More tears slide down her cheeks, mixing with the ones already there.
"At the showcase," I say quietly, needing her to understand the full scope of what's coming, "you'll do this in front of others. You'll kneel for me where people can see. You'll present yourself while men watch. You'll use your mouth on me while theConsortium observes and judges your technique. And you'll be perfect. Because I'm going to train you to be perfect. To perform flawlessly even with an audience."
"I can't—" Her voice breaks completely. "I can't do that. I can't—not in front of people?—"
"Yes, you can. You just did everything I asked. And you'll do it again tomorrow. And the day after. And every day until the showcase. Until it's second nature. Until you can perform these acts without hesitation, without shame, without fear. Until your body responds automatically to my commands."
"I'll hate myself."
"Probably. But you'll do it anyway."
She's quiet for a long moment, processing everything.
Processing what she just did.
What she just agreed to.
What's coming in the next three weeks.
"What if I can't?" she asks finally, her voice small and scared. "What if I freeze at the showcase? What if I can't perform with people watching? What if I?—"
"You won't freeze. Because I'm going to prepare you. There's more than enough time to teach you everything you need to know. To break down every wall. To condition every response. To make you mine so completely that performing for the Consortium will feel natural. Expected. Right."
"It will never feel natural."
"We'll see."
I lift her off my lap gently and set her on her feet.
She stands there swaying slightly, overwhelmed and exhausted.
