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I remembered the feel of him as he’d pulled me up and pressed me against his chest. Even though the kiss was more aggressive than any in the past, it was still very different than what I’d received before coming to live with Stephan.

The want to make him happy surged through me as I felt his tongue press against my lips. I knew what he wanted, and I granted it to him without pause.

Then suddenly he’d gone. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong even after his soft words took the sting out of his harsh ones.

Finally I’d been able to fall asleep remembering his gentle words to me just before coming to my room. I could still feel his arms surrounding me as I closed my eyes and sleep took me for the second time that day.

The first thing I became aware of when I opened my eyes was that there were voices coming from the main room. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I knew Master was not alone, and I was unsure what to do.

After about ten minutes of indecision, I figured that it would be better to show myself. Master would not like me hiding in my room.

When I stepped through my door, the first thing I saw was Lily standing there holding my Master’s hands. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t like it. They were friends, but there was something about the way she was doing it that wasn’t right.

Just then Master saw me, and Lily stepped back. That was when I noticed the other person in the room was Logan.

My attention didn’t linger long as I saw movement and turned my attention back to Master. He’d extended his hand, clearly wanting me to take it, and told me to come to him. I walked quickly to his side and linked my hand with his. Instantly I felt better.

I was slightly disappointed when Lily wanted us to leave the room and looked up to Master hoping he’d say no. Instead he nodded, and I knew there was no getting out of it.

Reluctantly, I released his hand and let Lily pull me back into my bedroom where she headed straight for my closet and began pulling out clothes and holding them up. I only heard about every other word that she said. My thoughts were in the other room with my Master.

Then Lily was in front of me with a strange look on her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said and nodded.

“Are you sure? Cause if you need to talk . . .” She left the sentence hanging as if waiting for me to speak.

I thought for a minute and then decided there was something I wanted to ask her. “How long have you known . . . ?” She’d asked me to call him Stephan with her, but I just couldn’t do it.

Her expression changed to one of puzzlement. “We met at a party a little over two years ago.”

Two years. That wasn’t a long time, and the way she’d touched him . . .

We stood in silence for several long minutes. It was the longest I’d ever heard Lily go without talking, and that made me curious. Reaching down into the depths of my being, I made myself ask the question burning in my brain. “Were you . . . were you his slave?”

A frown crossed Lily’s features, and then she took my hands in hers. “No,” she said softly. “I was never Stephan’s slave and neither are you.”

What was she talking about? Of course I was his slave. He bought me.

But before I could ask her to explain there was a knock on my door. Logan’s head peeked in, and he smiled at me shyly but didn’t enter. “Are you ready, Lily?”

She seemed to hesitate. It wasn’t until Master joined Logan at the door that she sighed. Then, after giving me a brief hug, she joined Logan.

I saw her whisper something to Master. His brow furrowed slightly before going back to the smooth features that I was so used to seeing from him. And then with a quick wave she was gone, leaving me standing in my bedroom staring at my Master with even more questions.

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He didn’t stare very long before he turned and followed the path of our guests. I stood rooted to my spot until I heard voices again and the door opening. I came out of my room to find Master closing the door. He slowly turned to me, and I dropped my eyes to the floor.

I heard every step he took as he moved closer to where I stood. My mind was racing more with every footfall. If I wasn’t his slave, then what was I? What had she whispered to him at my bedroom door? And what about the way she touched him before? Why did that bother me?

All my questioning came to an abrupt halt as Master stopped right in front of me. My head was bowed, and I could feel his breath fanning my hair. He was so close.

We stood not speaking for several long minutes before he finally broke the silence. “Come,” he said, in a soft controlled voice before turning on his heel and marching to his chair.

I followed. He sat and opened his arms to me. I sat down on his lap and felt his arms surround me. His warmth wrapped around me, and I instantly felt better, calmer.

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