Page 28 of A Debt of Darkness

We’ll delay her introduction until she’s better trained. The coven doesn’t need to see a perfectly behaved pet, but they expect certain things. A modicum of defiance is acceptable provided she’s mostly obedient—and right now she isn’t compliant. She’s wild and rebellious. They’d expect me to discipline her in front of them, and Ivy wouldn’t forgive me. I won’t subject her to it. She isn’t ready; she doesn’t understand, and it isn’t fair.

“I need you to do something, Ryan.”

He nods and waits for instruction.

“Her father told me she’d had lots of experience, even though he knew it devalued her. It makes no sense. I need to know why he lied about her virginity.”

My cock strains again, and it’s fucking painful at this point.

“I almost hurt her, Ryan. I could have badly hurt her. If he’s prepared to let that happen, then I need to know what else has been going on.”

Ryan shifts and he doesn’t like it either. I stare at the small, defiant girl failing to enjoy her bath and wonder what else she’s endured. Maybe that’s why she’s tougher than expected. Perhaps that explains her hardness. It might be why she’s struggling to trust me.

“Henry, there was no indication of anything. Her stepmother’s a bitch and her stepbrother’s as big an idiot as her father. But there were no signs of violence. I checked and found nothing.”

“Check again.” My tone isn’t pleasant and Ryan shifts. “Thoroughly, Ryan. Something isn’t right.”

My fragile, resilient girl turns in the bath and floats on her front. Her ass is spectacular and I intend to see a lot of it. She kicks her legs, lazily splashing and going nowhere in the oversized bathtub. Ivy’s frustrated and I could ease that for her—and me—so easily if she’d give in a little. At this point, I’d accept even any gesture.

Just something.

A small step towards acceptance.

I’d be gracious. I wouldn’t push for more. I wouldn’t gloat. I’d praise her and reward her. Give her one we’d both enjoy.

She moves to the side of the bath and leans over the edge. My eyes narrow and I follow her finger as she draws shapeson the floor tiles. She’s bored. Her mind’s struggling to amuse itself. I almost feel sorry for her, but I’ve offered her anything she wants time and again, and she refuses to ask.

I sigh as her hands move her hair over one shoulder, and it exposes her back. She drops her knees and her fingers work the tension in her neck. It could be nothing, but it’s caught my attention and the way her head tips back suggests she’s enjoying herself.

“Did you hear me?” Ryan asks, demanding my attention again.

“Sorry, Ivy looked upset.”

“She might be happier if her sister was here. She might be reassured when she knows her sister’s safe. Maybe she’ll do better when she’s sure her sister’s safe?”

I’m contemplating Ryan’s suggestion when Ivy moves her hands down her back. She’s massaging herself and when her arms uncross and come around to her front, I’m certain it isn’t innocent. She’s on the verge of playing with herself and the anticipation is fucking killing me.

I doubt she realizes I’m watching. She’s guessed there are cameras in the bedroom, but she’s made the mistake of thinking I wouldn’t put them in the bathroom. She’s relaxed in there, unaware she’s being watched as she catches what she thinks are moments alone.

She wouldn’t give me this if she knew I was watching.

And I don’t give a single fuck.

Her hands cup her breasts and she’s kneading them. Her lips part and her breathing changes, and the water in the pool moves with her, lapping against the sides.

“It might work.” I watch as Ivy’s hands move down her body and stroke her thighs. “Ivy might worry her sister would be at risk here.”

Her fingers move over her skin and I want them to be mine. She tasted like heaven and her reactions were perfect. I’ve been craving her and now I’m watching her tease herself, unaware she’s toying with me.

“Is everything alright?”

Ryan’s read the change in my body language and he’s noted how distracted I am. In fairness, pets have been known to hurt themselves when they fight against their Master—and this is why I had the cameras installed. At least partly.

Ivy’s hand dips between her legs and I lose all sense of reason.

“She’s playing with herself.”

“Oh, I’m fucking leaving,” he says. “I don’t need to see you jerking off to your pet misbehaving—or deal with the consequences when you’re done.”

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