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“You know the kind of life I lead. I want you to have a long life by my side, but that won’t ever happen without proper training.”

“You could train me.” I hated how petulant I sounded, but I couldn’t help it.

“True, but I have much more important uses for my time.”

I winced. As blunt as ever, my Master.

“Are we agreed on this then? You will stay here if you are accepted?”

It wasn’t like I had a choice.

You’re thinking too loudly, pet. Of course you have a choice. I will never be the kind of Master who’d take that kind of freedom from you.

I bit back a sigh. He didn’t understand. How he was a Master wasn’t the problem here. It was me – what I wanted – that was leaving me without a choice. With each passing day I spent in his company, the urge, the drive, the need to please him grew and grew until I had to keep my hands behind my back – the only way to prevent myself from embracing him and never letting go.

“Zari?”

I bowed my head. “Whatever you want, Master.” And God help me, but I meant that.

I WAS ACCEPTED, OFcourse. I had a feeling I would be, seeing how Madame Lavinia treated my Master like royalty. After all forms had been signed, we had been immediately escorted to the dormitory. My room was at the corner of the third floor. It was spacious and elegantly furnished, with velvet drapes, a four-poster bed, and an en-suite bathroom.

My Master waited for the older woman to bid us good night and retreat before asking, “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” I answered simply.

“You think you will be happy here?”

“Of course.”

He sighed. “Honesty, pet. Is it too much to ask?”

“Acceptance, Master. You need to accept that I’ll always be like this. Is it too much to ask?”

He strode towards me and made me gasp when he flicked my forehead. “Stubborn pet.” I gasped once more when he lifted me in his arms. “Brave pet.” He carried me to the bed and as he laid me down, he said softly, “Cute pet.”

“Cute?” I pretended to be offended, but my voice just came out shaky and breathless.

“Yes, cute.” He flicked the first button of my blouse open. “In an arousing way.”

I clutched his hands in shock when I felt his fingers working on the second and third buttons. “What are you doing?” My voice came out strangled.

“What do you think?” By the time he finished speaking, my blouse was completely undone.

“But—-”

Again, my words disappeared into his mouth.

The kiss shocked me. He hadn’t kissed me like this since the night he found me.

The kiss slayed me. I couldn’t say it, would probably never be able to say it, but I was addicted to his kisses. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of it.

Dimly, I felt him discarding my blouse, and soon the rest of my clothes followed until I was entirely naked. When he pulled back to study me from head to toe, I writhed under his gaze in embarrassment.

“You’re turning pink all over,” my Master purred in obvious pleasure.

“Shut up,” I muttered, even more embarrassed by his words.

My Master only laughed. His fingers cupping my breasts, he murmured, “I missed this. You do not know how much I missed this.” His head bent down, and I felt him nuzzling the valley between my breasts.