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“Good morning, Brynn. Gabriella.”

Both of the girls turn in my direction, but neither of them greets me back. I wasn’t expecting one from Gabriella, but Brynn has no excuse to be so flippant.

“This is when you say, ‘good morning, Dr. Dunnington.’”

“Sup, Dick.”

Pinning her with a stare, I thank her silently for giving me what I so desperately needed this morning. I’ll have her restrained on my spanking bench in no time.

“Gabriella, did you sleep well?” I inquire.

I’d love to get an idea of how much this girl actually knows and understands. Kids hear things, they pick up words and phrases whether they’re being actively taught or not, but with Gabriella… She was locked away with no human interaction other than from her own parents. And that interaction was anything but positive. There’s no telling what words and phrases she learned through the years.

“Sleep,” Brynn says to her, placing her hands together and resting her head on them. “Sleep, good?”

“Y—es…” Gabriella answers, nodding, but I don’t catch any recognition in her eyes. It’s more like she’s saying something and hoping it’s the answer we’re looking for.

I can’t wait until Anne, her tutor, gets here. I informed her of the situation as much as I could without going into too much detail. All she knows is Gabriella had a tough upbringing and was never taught. Anne has her work cut out for her, teaching an eighteen-year-old the way she would a three-year-old. I’m expecting the same type of behavior from Gabriella as I would a three-year-old, too. I will be using the same Dom tactics with her as I will with Brynn, but with none of the physical aspects.

As for Brynn, I’ll continue to help her through Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. I hope to use that to ease her into the submissive lifestyle. She’s like a wild filly. But I don’t want to tame her, only to help her thrive.

“What about you, Brynn? Was everything in your room to your satisfaction?”

Such as your hairbrush…

I keep my lips in check, even though they’re begging me to break out in a smug smirk. I think she can tell I’m fighting against something, but she has no idea what it is.

“It was fine, thank you.”

“Breakfast is served,” Mrs. Gottwald proclaims as she waltzes through the door from the kitchen with a tray of plates. “Egg white omelets with a side of turkey bacon.”

Brynn looks at the plate before her with disdain.

“Is there a problem, Brynn?”

She looks like she’s going to make a smart remark, as usual, but she shakes her head no and digs in.

Good girl.

ChapterSeventeen

RICHARD

The lookin Brynn’s eyes as I turn on the lights in my dungeon is very clear. She’s shocked by what she sees. What’s less clear is whether or not she’s happy about it. But I’ll find out the answer to that information in just a moment.

“Please, come have a seat.”

I lead her to a set of tufted chairs situated in front of all of the furniture.

“Well, this isn’t how I pictured your office, Dick.”

I don’t respond. I simply look at her until she becomes uncomfortable.

“Do you want to tell me what we’re doing here? I’ve gotta say, I’m hella fucking confused by all of this shit. Between us fucking on the roof, you asking me to come here, and now you showing me all of this… I mean, what the fuck have I gotten myself into? Are you even a real doctor? Or are you just some porn king preying on women in dire situations who believe you can get them out of it with a fucking blowjob?”

I remain quiet for a moment, making sure she’s finished her tirade of questions.

“First, this isn’t my office. My office is down at the base of the mountain. My home office is upstairs opposite the dining room. We’ll discuss your confusion and what you’ve gotten yourself into in just a moment. Yes, I am a real doctor. No, I’m not a porn king.”

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