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“It’ll make putting these in so much easier.”

I wasn’t paying any attention to him, only his fingers as they stroked me deeply. At least until he pulled his fingers out, reached into his pocket, and took out a small bag.

“Do you know what these are, and do we have a problem with them?” he asked, taking out a set of Ben Wa balls. I nodded; he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Master. And no, Master,” I replied as he inserted them and they slipped into place. My eyes grew wide at the sensation.

“I bought them specially for you. How do they feel?” A shiver raced through me as his fingers danced down my chest, lingering at my stomach before trailing lower.

“Strange, I suppose. My pussy feels so full. They’re heavy, Master,” I said, trying to adjust to how they felt.

“Excuse me? Whose pussy? What is it going to take for you to remember who this belongs to?” One brow rose as he posed his questions.

“I’m sorry, I won’t forget again,” I said, heat filling my face.

He smacked my ass hard, and I yelped, more from surprise than anything else. The jolt made me move, and I realized that as long as I was standing still, I could feel the balls inside me, but only on an awareness level. But dear god, that slight movement was electric. Shit. My eyes widened as he rocked my hips back and forth, the balls rubbing together inside me.

“Get dressed. It’s time for dinner.” He stepped back, smiling.

“Alek, can I take them out?”

His face said it all. He’d hatched this evil, evil plan, one he was going to thoroughly enjoy.

Chapter 34

Aleksandr

A Master King?

Her words from earliersettled deep into my soul. Knowing she was held captive for two agonizing years, where she was mentally and physically tortured, exploited, and exposed to extremely depraved sexual acts, all under the guise of training, had me walking a fine line.

Despite everything, my beautiful little pet held the resilience to bounce back. She was so strong; it blew me away. Sharing my concerns with her in the manner I did was only so she could see the value in listing her soft and hard limits.

Her list would be the jumping-off point for us. Negotiations would be forthcoming, but without it, we were flying blind, and it would be irresponsible to proceed further. For her safety and ours, the list was crucial.

I had no expectation that she’d ever consider calling me Master, given her initial response to it, and now that she wanted to, I couldn’t do anything but radiate joy. I hadn’t realized until the declaration left my mouth how much I craved that with her.

Over the years, as I grew, the desire to be in a committed relationship within the kink community changed. Partly because of who and what we did, but there was more to it. The responsibility of being someone’s true Master was huge.

Sure, trainees called me that, but it was only in the context of training. As soon as their time was over, I became Alek outside of work-related conversations and Sir during them.

Longing for something deeper made me realize how much I needed her and wanted that closeness. Kinsley was everything I never knew I needed and more. I would collar her, even if it took me the next five years to gain her trust. I would work for it becauseshewas worth it.

She grasped my arm before we walked into the dining room, getting my attention. Her desperation was already growing. I sported a devious grin, loving everysecond of her needy look. It was all mine tonight, and I wanted to draw her exactly like this.

“Let me remind you, in case you are tempted to forget. You do not have my permission to come, especially at the dining room table, in front of my parents.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, and I had to hold back my laughter as she tried to breathe through the sensations.

She slid into her chair, cheeks coloring deeper than the wine on the table. A slow breath steadied her, but the tension around her shoulders said it all. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Clearly, she was being edged by the balls. I would have to share this with the guys. I couldn’t wait to explore more deeply with her, uncover all her kinks.

“Kinsley, dear, are you all right? You look quite flushed,” my mother asked, which only caused her blush to deepen. I chuckled as my father gave her a rather peculiar look.

“I’m fine, Mrs. King. Thank you for asking.” Her voice shook. God, I loved seeing her this way.

“It’s Sophia, dear. Christopher told me you found a book your mother used to read to you. That’s so sweet. It used to be Ivan’s favorite. He’d make me read it over and over.”

“Not the one with the wishing flower petals?” I groaned.