“Alright, alright.”
I draw in a deep breath. “Savannah.”
“Yes?”
I stand with my hands on the back of the chair I pulled out for her and shake my head.
I need to get her into the right mindset, and immediately.
I sit down. “Come here.” I point to my lap.
She flicks her eyes from my lap to my eyes, then back again. “Okay, alright,” she says, walking over toward me before she sits tentatively on the edge of my knee. She’s practically falling off, perched as if she’s ready to fly. I grab her around the waist and yank her back, so she’s nestled in securely.
“You’re supposed to be my submissive. If you were my submissive, you wouldn’t be afraid to touch me.”
My hardened dick presses against her ass.
“Right,” she says in a heated whisper before she wriggles her butt. “But I don’t want to, uh, make things uncomfortable for you.”
I release a labored breath.
This will be harder than I thought.Fuck.
“You let me worry about me.”
I know what I can handle and what I can’t. I set my jaw and reach for the knife and fork. She purses her lips and gives me a patronizing look. “If you say so. Is that how this works?”
They will never believe she’s a submissive, much less a slave. She doesn’t have to be that convincing but arguing with me could mean her life.
“Savannah.” She flinches as if struck by the sound of my voice.
“What?”
“You are very close to getting your first punishment.”
If the color on her cheeks didn’t give her away, the husky sound of her voice would. “Is that supposed to deter me?”
I reach for her breasts and pinch both nipples, barely protected by the silky tank top.
“Ow! Thayer!”
I hold them between my fingers. “Behave yourself.”
“Let me go. Oh God, that hurts.” She squirms as I twist harder.
“What did I say?”
“Thayer!” She’s trying to get out of my grip, but I won’t let her go.
“I warned you, Savannah.”
“Okay, okay,alright!” I let her go.
With a whimper, she strokes her breasts and massages her nipples, still squirming on my lap.
“Here,” I say. “Let me.” I push her hands to her lap. “Fold your hands.”
Obediently, she does as she’s told. I slide my hands under the tank and press my palms against her slender waist. Her breathing quickens at the feel of my hands on her bare skin. I take my time making my way to the fullness of her naked breasts, gliding my hands over her waist and to the warm, sensual space between her breasts. I reach for her nipples and massage them, taking care to make sure she enjoys the erotic pleasure.
