Page 123 of Morally Gray Daddies

Eyes down, I kept my head bowed, hands resting palms upward on my thighs. Nadu, he called it, and it was one of the five positions he’d taught me. He said there’d be others, that I’d be trained and expected to know them all eventually, but for now it was only five, and in the two weeks I’d been here with him this was the one I’d mastered first and used the most.

The tips of his shoes came into view as he stepped close. Black leather, polished, expensive. I didn’t move, tremble, or falter as he stopped in front of me. I was silent, obedient, submissive. A good girl, just like he’d taught me.

“Aubrey.”

I didn’t look up. “Yes, Master?”

“Attention.”

I rose quickly to stand up straight, staring ahead, arms at my side, palms placed against my thighs.

Even though I wasn’t looking directly into the eyes of the man in front of me, I could feel his gaze as he took in every inch of my body. He was tall, slightly more than Master, and he reminded me a little of Sonja’s father. He was well built and had the same commanding presence as Antonio Delgado, but where Mr. Delgado had a European look about him, this man had an almost All-American, high- school sweetheart vibe about him. Except for his eyes. His eyes reminded me less of Mr. Delgado and more of Master’s. But not Master when we were training, or talking, or having sex. No, his eyes reminded me of the way Master’s had that day when he’d first taken me. When he’d filmed me. Hurt me. A cruelty that shone with a passion I had to fight from shivering against.

He walked in a circle, inspecting me until he came back to stand in front where he’d started.

“May I?” he asked, raising his hand to cup over the curve of my breast without touching it.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” It was Master’s voice, coming from my side, just out of view. Smooth, calm, collected. “Once I’m gone, by all means…”

The man lowered his hand. “As you wish.”

For a moment, the other man continued to stare at me, then he turned to look toward where Master stood out of sight.

“She’s exquisite.”

“She is.” I heard Master step closer but I didn’t react, didn’t turn to face him, even though I wanted to.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” The other man addressed me directly for the first time.

“Aubrey, Sir.”

“Hello, Aubrey,” he responded with a smile that sent my nerves prickling. “My name’s Devlin, but you will address me as Sir for now, and Master, later, when it’s appropriate.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly, eyes fixed straight ahead.

“Do you know why you’re here, Aubrey?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m to be trained, Sir.”

He tilted his head. “As?”

“An obedient submissive. To serve my Master. To please my owner.” I repeated what I’d been taught.

“And are you going to do that, Aubrey?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

I didn’t blink or miss a beat. “Because that’s my place. It’s what I’m meant for. And…”

“And?” he probed.

“It’s what I want,” I replied calmly.

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