Free The Favor by Elle Luckett

him and he met other subs, I would be nothing but a pleasant memory to revisit. I would have the same memory and the pleasure of knowing that I truly helped someone.
    “He wants to learn, Kit, and he wants to learn with you.”
    My head turned to the side and I stared at her collarbone, unsure of what I needed to say or do. I wanted to look into her eyes and see what she was trying to say in that short sentence, but doing so was disrespectful.
    We lay there in silence for a while, neither one of us saying anything, just the sounds of our breaths mingling with the sounds I'd coveted only the night before. She lifted her hand and traced my hairline before circling the shell of my ear.
    She was waiting me out – waiting for my curiosity to get the better of me and ask, but she should have known better. When it came to her, I was perfectly content in my deference. She would eventually tell me what she wanted of me. Then, inevitably, I would do it, simply to please her.
    “You're not at all curious? You may talk freely, Pet.”
    “Of course I'm curious, Mistress,” I finally blurted out. “Mainly because he was so intrigued with the lifestyle. He has this natural talent. It's raw and unfettered.”
    “I was talking about his request for you.”
    “Mistress, that's your decision to make. I'm your sub. Yours ,” I emphasized, taking a deep breath. I had the notion she was digging deep, looking for something that wasn't there. I couldn't understand her intentions. This wasn't the first time she'd had someone request me, and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd asked me to help train a Dom. She did what she thought was best and I trusted her judgment.
    From the corner of my eye, I saw her mouth lift in a small smile, and the hand that was tracing my ear cupped my neck. Apparently, I'd given her the answer she wanted. Since we'd come to this house, she seemed to be questioning herself more and more, and, to my disappointment, questioning me and my loyalty.
    “Charles was the one who approached me with this request, Kit, and I told him I would talk to you. That insufferable man brings out old habits and I'm taking them out on you.”
    I didn't respond. I wasn't even sure how to at this point. It was the first time she'd shown any kind of weakness or vulnerability around me, so I stayed silent and unmoving, waiting for her to make up her mind about what she wanted.
    “He asked that you stay here for a week – no fucking, no dominance as such – just you being here so you can build up trust, so Jared can learn how to handle a subservient. It's difficult getting used to someone kneeling at your feet, and Charles wants him to figure out if he wants what we have, or a part time thing. Then, when he's ready, you'll come to New Orleans and spend a few nights at the club with him and me for some real learning. After that, if you're willing, another week here so he can hone his skills.”
    I felt my eyes widen. That was almost a month of dedication to his training – a month that I wouldn't be able to work. It wasn't as though I loved my job. Data entry wasn’t exactly ground moving, but it was an inconvenience. I liked having my own money, no matter what Mistress tried to throw at me. I liked buying the groceries and buying my own gas. I just wasn't sure my job would still be there after that long.
    “You look concerned.”
    “Mistress, I have a job. There's no way I can take that much time off. You know what Melinda's like.”
    “Ah, I mentioned that to Mr. Bottomless-Pockets, and he didn't offer to pay you because he knew you'd be insulted, but he did offer you a job in his company. He figured that solution would suit you better as you'd have to actually work for it.”
    The old man seemed to have thought of everything. I could only assume that his grandson’s happiness through self-discovery had become his mission in life, and I, a mere pawn. I couldn't be insulted about his resolution because he was right. A job would