Page 10 of Mistress A-0002

Main Master

“Deep breath.”Snap.“That’s it. You’re doing fantastic, Elec. Lift your left hand for me.”

I winced, groggily feeling my arm raise even though I could barely process the command.

“Perfect.”Another snap. Two. Three. Back to two snaps.I blinked Mistress Two’s face in clear. A blood splattered face. One that appeared almost uncertain. Chunks of bloody strands of hair swayed as her head cocked to take me in. “I shouldn’t accept this as a session, Elec, but we’ve come so far. I truly think we’re making great progress.”

“Yeah?” I cleared my throat, going to pull at my tie but it was almost undone. And my shirt. Fuck. Missing buttons. It was hanging open, exposing my chest. Hot. I was so fucking hot. I was covered in sweat.

“I’m really proud of you, Elec. Just to touch back on our session, you admitted to distancing yourself from June and Rhett tonight. You didn’t want to, but you know how important it is to let them have their space as newlyweds.”

“What?” I tried swallowing past the dryness in my throat. “What about June?” My lips twisted at the name and an internaltugging had me shaking my head for reasons I wasn’t even sure of. The room blurred as I tried to blink it in clear.

“You were telling me how you’ve decided to give them space. I’m proud of you. You’re doing the right thing. A Main Master needs to be focused on his duties. June’s a distraction, and you see that now.”

June…space? Had I been thinking that lately? Maybe they did need space.

“Oh. Yeah. …Right.” I shifted, glancing around the empty room we were sitting in. Cement walls. Cement floor. One bed, and we were on opposite ends of it. “We’re by slave quarters.”

Melissa blinked, pausing as she stared at me.

“Yes. Are you feeling okay? I shouldn’t have taken you under with how drunk you were. The session was…a bit rocky. Do you not remember agreeing to have your session now instead of this morning?”

“I…” I sat straighter, adjusting my shoulders. “Of course I remember. I wanted to get it over with. I just, I need a moment.” My gaze lowered from the blood to the tear in her dress. The drooping silk was barely holding on at her shoulder. One small tug and her breast would be showing. Had the tear been there before?

No.

My gaze lowered to her exposed thigh.

Higher.

The tear was torn higher now? What was real? What was right? I was so damn foggy, I could barely remember our conversation in the hallway. I could barely recall her appearance.

“Elec?”

My stare lifted, only holding her eyes for a moment.

“Did I do that to you? To your dress?”

The silence had me meeting her eyes. My stomach instantly knotted, and I swallowed past the lump that nearly closed my throat.

“Melissa, I’ve attacked you before. A long time ago, but still. I need to know. Did I do that to you?”

“It’s my fault. It’s why we have protocols. I shouldn’t have put you under with as intoxicated as you were. I’m full of faults lately. Braddock, now this.”

“Braddock,” I mumbled, dismissing the information that flooded back through at the mention. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not. You just…” She stopped, adjusting on the bed. “You just reached for me while you were under. You’re usually not active anymore. It caught me by surprise. You grabbed for me, and I jerked back. You were upset.”

“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

She forced a smile. “I’m positive.”

“What was I upset about?”

“Vivia. You started with the two of you in her room again. We didn’t get far before you got angry at her rejection. I was too close.”

With every word, I stiffened even more. It was bad enough having the memories, but worse knowing I wasn’t the only one who knew about them.

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