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“You’re forgiven,” I say before taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She cries out and her cunt tightens. I put one hand on her ass and guide her to ride me properly.

She doesn’t need much guidance. Though she’s still a little slow and languid from the aftermath of the spanking, she knows what she’s doing.

I want to draw this out, but I know I won’t last. I’ve been waiting to sink into her since the first day I’ve had her. But I can’t stand the idea of her not enjoying it just as much as I am, so I reach between her legs again and place my fingers on her clit.

“Keep going,” I say, before moving to tease her other sensitive nipple.

Stef bites her bottom lip but nods, lifting herself and settling down, over and over again. She leans back a little to give me proper access to her clit, and gradually, her noises get louder and louder.

When she convulses around me, sharing her climax with me, I groan and suck harder on her nipple. The poor nub is swollen and elongated in my mouth, and I nibble on it even as she cries out in pleasure.

The ripples of her cunt pulsing draw my own orgasm out of me, and I hold her tight while I release into her. Stef gasps and digs her fingers into my shoulders.

“Good… good girl,” I murmur, not letting her get off my lap, even after my orgasm subsides. “Good girls get rewards.”

She buries her face against my neck, nuzzling me with desperation. “I’ll be good,” she promises. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t good earlier.”

I stroke her back and let her take comfort from me, nodding in approval. “Just keep that in mind. Now. Would you like to play your game some more?”

“I…” She looks up at me, searching my expression. “Yes. Please. If that’s… if that’s all right, Master.”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if it wasn’t.” I kiss the side of her mouth gently. “I’m only doing all of this to help you, Stef. Everything I do is for your own good.”

She lets out a shuddering breath, nodding to me. “I… I know.” She sounds uncertain, but she’ll realize it soon enough. It’s better for her this way, even if the lessons are sometimes painful.

CHAPTER 11

Stef

For all that Hunter tells me he’s doing this for my own good, I don’t really believe him. How can I, when he leaves me miserable and alone for days on end?

I’ve been trying—really, really trying—to be perky and adoring and blindly obedient, but my thoughts won’t leave me alone. I miss Dylan. I miss my parents. I even miss Ntimacy, where I’d had company throughout the day. Maybe it hadn’t been good company for the most part, but… I’d had a friend there. I’d had Vanessa, who’d been going through her own private hell.

She hadn’t understood, I knew that much. But she’d tried to be a friend anyway.

Now? Now, I’m just trapped in this room all the time, only let out like a dog to please her master in the evenings and sleep at the foot of his bed at night.

It’s hard not to resent him.

It’s hard not to want to escape all of this by any means necessary.

It’s not that I make the decision to disobey. It’s not a conscious thought. But when he comes home, when I hear him moving around, I just… can’t bring myself to care. I don’t want to get punished, but if he’s so determined to leave me alone, he can just do that.

Even though I hear him moving around in the other room, I just curl up more tightly in bed, burying my face in the pillow. It’s not a lie to say I don’t feel good, even if most of the pain is mental and emotional, rather than physical.

Hunter opens the door, letting in light from the hallway. I debate going over to him and doing the usual song and dance, but what’s the point? I don’t look up at him, curling up more tightly into the covers. Maybe he’ll think I’m sleeping and leave me alone. Maybe we won’t have to have yet another exhausting exchange.

I doubt it.

“Stef,” he hisses sharply. “Get up.”

I whimper, unsurprised by the harshness of his voice and the immediacy of the order, and for a moment, I’m tempted to get up and play pretend. But I’m so damn tired, and my limbs ache, and really…

I just don’t want to.

“I don’t feel good,” I mumble into the pillow. He never seems to mind leaving me alone during the day. Why is the evening any different? What’s he going to do, close the door and leave me alone all over again?

“You’d feel better if you’d actually eaten,” Hunter says harshly. “Now get up and do what’s expected of you.”

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