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“Since you’re less experienced than I thought, you have more to learn than I thought. We’ll start discussing what experience you have as a submissive, then move onto other things.”

My eyes widen.

He knows.

“Just because I didn’t fuck everything that moved in the last year doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced.” I throw at him, the irritation in me not stopping my brain from firing at him. Am I really defending my sexual life to him?

“You’ll have your chance to show me how much experience you have tomorrow,” he says and leaves me alone once again.

Staring up at the ceiling, I run through the events of the day, the loss of hope, the pain. Everything he’s been telling me is true.

I have no way out of this if my sister doesn’t get to me in time. I still believe she will. She’ll know something’s wrong when I don’t call her. I call her almost daily. When she doesn’t get a text or call, she’ll try to get a hold of me. She’ll find me.

She’s a fucking CIA agent! She’ll find me.

It’s my only option now.

9

Magdalenaeats her entire breakfast without any warnings from me. Her eyes are a bit brighter in the morning sunlight, but I can still see the lingering fear from yesterday.

As much as it sours my stomach, it’s better for her to have it. She should hold on to it, cradle it, because the fear will keep her obedient, and it will keep her safe.

From men like me.

No. From men worse than me.

“Stand up,” I order and remove her empty plate from in front of her. Her hair is messy from sleep; she tossed and turned most of the night until I finally scooted over to her and wrapped my arm around her middle. Hugging her tightly to my body, she finally settled into a deep sleep and melted into me. Though I’m sure she doesn’t recall any of this.

I shove the table to the wall and pull away her chair once she’s on her feet.

“Move down to your knees, place your hands on your thighs palms down,” I instruct her and wait for the resistance.

With as much grace as any woman I’ve trained before, she moves down to her knees, parts them and palms her thighs. She’s not new to this.

“How long have you been submissive?” I ask, catching us both off guard. I’m curious, but it really has no bearing on what I planned for the day.

She glances up at me through her lashes and a soft pink hue tints her cheeks.

“Since my first boyfriend, I was seventeen.” I’m more surprised by her answer than by my asking the question.

“A seventeen-year-old was a dominant?” I know it’s possible. I trained my first slave for my father at eighteen, but I need to know more about her. She gives more freely when trying to contradict me.

“He wasn’t seventeen.” She looks back at her lap like she doesn’t want to tell me the rest of it. Which means I need to know.

“How old was he?” I ask with a sigh. I really don’t like dragging answers from people.

“Twenty-two.” The blush on her cheeks deepen, and her fingers are digging into her thighs.

I reach down to cup her chin and pull her gaze back to me. Hiding doesn’t work for me, and she really should know that by now.

“Is he the man who took your virginity?” My question has nothing to do with the training we’re going to begin, but I want to know. I feel a burning need to know as much about Magdalena as I can.

“No, well - we didn’t have sex, just - well, other things.” Talking about this is making her blush. She has a modest tinge to her soul. I like it.

“How did you date a man five years older than you and come away still a virgin?” It seems unlikely. If she was half as fuckable at seventeen as she is now, the man must have been cockless.

“Unlike you - he respected women. He didn’t go further than I wanted him to.” She spits the answer at me with a venom in her tone that scalds me. This girl knows exactly which buttons to press.

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