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“I’m okay, Sir,” she pauses, considering her next words, “but I don’t think that I will ever look at roses the same way again.”

She starts giggling through her tears and the sound is like music to my ears.

“Let’s get eating, you’re probably hungry. I know I am,” I tell her.

“Well, I do have an appetite, but it’s not for food,” she says to me.

I look up at her and she crawls back onto my lap with a seductive and hungry look on her face.

My sexy, little lamb.

Chapter Fifteen

Rosabelle

The past two weeks have been unlike anything that I would have ever imagined for myself. I’ve had training sessions every day and Master B and I have been working, strenuously, on our new relationship. We’re getting to know one another and finding some middle ground. While it hasn’t been easy, it’s opened my eyes to an entirely different way of life, submission aside.

He’s given me confidence that I never thought was possible. I truly feel strong, beautiful, and respected. I’m not second-guessing every decision that I make any longer and for the first time in my life, I am able to focus on myself.

Despite the progress I’ve been making, I managed to get myself into trouble two nights ago, and I think Master B may still be upset with me. He had planned for us to have dinner in his private quarters that evening and told me to be ready at exactly 7:00. He wanted to do something special for me since I’ve been working so hard.

I had a little bit of free time until then and decided to explore my new home. I found the kitchen, agym, and the most extraordinary library that I’ve ever seen. It pulled me in and I spent a while looking through all of the books deciding to take one outside to read in the garden.

It was there, at 8:15 that a furious Master B found me. He tore me from the chaise where I was seated and bent me over the side of it. Lifting my skirt, I received a painful, unforgiving spanking.

I began crying and pleading with him to let me explain that I had simply lost track of time. When he had finished spanking me outside, he dragged me through Le Château and down to his dungeon. The harder I cried, the longer the punishment became.

He secured me to the bondage bench and brought me close to orgasm over and over again with his fingers deep inside of me as he held the vibrating wand to my clit.

Each time I was mere seconds away from bliss, he would remove his fingers and turn off the wand, causing my orgasm to fade away and leaving me unfulfilled and wanting more. It was sheer torture and it went on for hours, not ending until I was teetering on the edge, achingly close to euphoria but unable to reach it. Then, he placed a chastity belt on me so I wouldn’t be able to touch myself and sent me to bed alone.

I thrashed around all night, in more pain from the need for release than from the spanking that I’d received. My entire body felt as if it was on fire, and I began screaming in discomfort, knowing it wouldn’t do anything.

When Master B found me rocking back and forth in the corner of my room the next morning, he removed the belt and carried me to my bed. I sobbed like I haven’t done since I was a baby and told him how sorry I was. He told me to lie back and he flicked my clit and finger-fucked my pussy until stars exploded in my vision and I passed out from the intense pleasure.

When I awoke, he was still in bed with me, his large body curled around mine from behind. When I turned to him to see whether or not he was awake, our eyes locked and he leaned down, placing his lips on mine gently.

It wasn’t the first time that we kissed, but it was the first time that it was laced with more than possession and desire. There was no mistaking the love that I felt in it.

I’ve just finished getting ready for the evening when I look at my reflection in the mirror and watch my cheeks go flush with need thinking about that night.

“What are you thinking about?”

As if the mere thought of him caused him to appear, Master B breaks through my trance and I look from myself to him, standing behind me in the doorway to the bathroom.

I turn to face him.

“I was thinking about when you punished me the other night.”

“Were you?” he asks with a surprised tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Were you remembering how it made you feel? Now youknow what will happen if you ever defy me again, little lamb.”

“Yes, Sir,” I begin. “It was horrible while it was happening, but thinking back to it…” I have to take a deep breath.

He closes the distance between us and my skin burns hotter the nearer he gets. He places his palm tenderly on my cheek, spurring me on.

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