Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“No,” Hannah quickly retorted, willing away the blush that tried to rush into her face. “I’m definitely not here to find a guy. And if I was, he would not be that guy.”
Why had she just said that? Was it even true? Was she just protecting herself from any future pain?
“He’s a good man,” Lucia said gently. “And I stand by my claim that you two would be good together.” Before Hannah could protest, she continued, “I understand your hesitation. Master Mason is a hardcore Dom who specializes in edge play, and you’ve only just begun your submissive exploration. But Jaime is right. Not only are you the first woman he’s noticed in quite some time, but this is the first time since he’s been with us that he ever signed up for something like this. Clearly he sees something in you—something worth exploring.”
“You should know, too,” Jaime said, “that we’re all rooting for you, Hannah. Anything we can do—anything you want to run by us, any way we can help you, you just say the word. But first”—she leaned expectantly toward Hannah—“we still have half an hour. So, out with it. Tell us everything, from the beginning.”
“Absolutely,” Lucia agreed with a chuckle. “We’re all ears.”
Hannah laughed, both charmed and embarrassed by their interest. She’d allowed herself to become so isolated since Andy’s death. It felt at once strange and wonderful to have these women, these potential genuine friends, take such an interest in her. They had only known her a few days but had welcomed her with open arms. That felt good.
Thank goodness for Charlotte, who’d finally dragged her out of her hermit’s cave. She made a mental note to text her as soon as she had the chance.
“Okay,” she said almost giddily, feeling for all the world like she was back in her college dorm, whispering excitedly with her girlfriends about her latest crush. “First, you need to know about the kiss…”
Chapter 23
That evening as dinner was ending Mason tapped his glass with his fork to get everyone’s attention. When the chatter around the table had ceased and all eyes were on him, he said, “As some of you may know”—he cut himself off to chuckle. “What am I saying? As all of you know, our guest trainee has entered into a new contract. This arrangement more closely resembles our typical trainee contract, albeit with some caveats. I have taken full charge of our newbie, who will be staying in my suite for the duration so I can maximize her training.”
He glanced at Hannah, who sat on the other side of the table, sandwiched between Lucia and Jaime. She managed a nervous smile.
He smiled back as he continued, “Because of the very short length of her tenure here, Hannah will be subjected to an intensive regime. One area in which Hannah needs improvement is comfort with her own nudity. Additionally, she’s basically untried when it comes to allowing others to touch and use her as it pleases them. Tonight, that’s going to change. I would like to invite any of you who are interested to join me in the main dungeon during the evening’s play. My slave trainee will be available for your amusement. All I ask is that you review her hard limits beforehand.”
As several of the Doms remarked that they were looking forward to it, Mason checked out Hannah’s reaction. She had, predictably, turned bright crimson. She was staring down at her lap, her lovely breasts rising and falling as if she were struggling to catch her breath. He’d never worked with such a blushing flower before. If she was going to make a proper slave, she really did need to get over that.
Once the meal had ended, he left the girls to do the after-dinner cleanup. As the others were filing out of the dining room, he caught up with Ellen.
Hannah hadn’t been the only one left sexually frustrated after their car ride. If he was going to make it through the dungeon session without developing a serious case of blue balls, he would need some release, pronto.
He placed his hand on Ellen’s shoulder. Her ass showed evidence of a recent whipping. The fading welts made his dick harden. “Are you scheduled for any training at the moment, Ellen?”
She immediately stopped walking and turned toward him, eyes deferentially downcast. “No, Sir. Not until later this evening, Sir.”
“Good. Come with me.”
He led her to the meditation room for a little privacy. Without preamble, he unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans and underwear down his thighs. “Get on your knees and make me come, slave.”
The young woman at once dropped to the ground and knelt up prettily, her lips already parting. She was nearly done with her tenure at The Enclave, and was going to be put up for auction, at her request.