she saw an open shower, and it disturbed her to see something
so normal. Why
is that even here? I don't think I want to know.
The
furniture was unique, padded and angled in ways that made it clear
they were meant for devious purposes. Saw horses, stocks, tables; she
couldn't identify, they were everywhere.
I
don't know what most of this even is.
He
moved next to her, making her jump when his soft glove cupped her
chin. Forcing her head up, Onyx looked into her face, making her
grateful again for the mask.
“ So,
little Sparrow, I must admit. I'm pleased you decided to become a
submissive. Did I have anything to do with it, did you enjoy watching
my lesson last night?”
The
memory of the blonde woman, begging and writhing, made Judith bite
her lip. He's
good, god, the way he phrases things! His
fingers tightened, almost painfully, making her gasp in surprise.
“ Answer
me, girl,” he said.
“ Y—yes,
I—” That grip squeezed until she winced.
“ No,
address me correctly.”
Correctly?
What does he mean? Her
mind worked, fighting the daze of adrenaline and confusion, to
finally pull forth what she thought he wanted. “Yes, Master
Onyx.”
Chuckling,
he let her go, watching her rub her chin tenderly. “We have a
lot of work to do. You've never done anything like this before, have
you?”
“ No,”
she admitted reluctantly, her eyes moving to the far wall. It was
strange, revealing her lack of experience.
“ Oh,
don't worry, girl,” he purred, his hand reaching out, fingers
deftly tracing the line of her throat. “I'm a very good
teacher, I'm told. You'll understand your role in no time.”
Judith
thought her heart might explode, her attention fixed on those
perfect, smiling lips. They parted, and his tone was firm,
unyielding. “Now, kneel.”
Wordlessly,
she did, though it was hardly graceful. Her legs buckled, she
partially stumbled, grabbing the ground to keep herself from landing
on her face. Onyx laughed, shaking his head at her display. “You'll
need to get better at that, such a clumsy girl.”
Blushing,
she stared at his shiny boots, mentally agreeing. That's
truer than what Benedict had said, calling my movements beautiful. He
was wrong.
His
feet moved around her, a shark circling in the water. Judith tried
not to think about it like that, but this man had so much control
over her, she felt at his mercy. For a moment, he said nothing. The
only sounds were his footsteps, muffled by the rug. “You're
lovely,” he mumbled, she felt his touch on the back of her
head.
She
jerked, unable to keep calm at the intimate contact. Gently, he
stroked the back of her neck, making her skin tingle. The glove was
luxurious, it sent sparks to her brain and her body. Already warm,
Judith knew she was getting excited by this powerful man's touch.
“T—thank you.”
“ Shh,”
he hissed, tightening his hold, like she was a puppy gripped by the
nape. “I didn't ask you anything. Don't talk without
permission, or unless asked a question. Now,” he hushed
tenderly, “I'd like to see how lovely the rest of you is.”
Instantly,
she tensed, her muscles hard as rocks. Onyx must have sensed her
response, his fingers holding tight to her soft throat. “Stand,
little Sparrow.”
She
wasn't sure if she could, but she tried. Every bit of her was
shaking, he ended up assisting her most of the way. Finally, she
stood there, his chest almost touching her from behind. Onyx
whispered, lips tickling her ear. “Now, girl, take off your
dress.”
I
can't, I'm not ready for that!
Trembling,
the red-head flexed her hands at her sides, but made no attempt to
follow his order. That was her first mistake, one that her new Master
was not keen to overlook.
“ One
more chance, or I'll do it for you.”
Judith
gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as if to will herself away. I
can't, I can't, she
thought in a panic. When Onyx sighed, he sounded disappointed. “So
that's how it is.”
Rough,
fast, he grabbed her by the
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