Page 38 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quickly.

“Then I will speak with Master Kade on your behalf. Is he coming here tonight?”

“No, Sir. I came alone to meet with you.” He would be busy all night getting Jesse and Roman into the bunker.

“Do you have his number?”

Jason didn’t have a phone. At least, not that I knew of. “No, Sir.”

Though clearly annoyed, he did not scold me or discipline me. “Very well. You will bring Master Kade with you tomorrow night and I will discuss your phone situation with him. However, this is the last time I will involve Master Kade in our relationship, Little Owl. I will not share you with him, even platonically.”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Um,” I bit my lip before continuing, “are you… I mean, arewein a relationship?”

“That is what we are discussing, Little Owl. It would be helpful if we could do so outside these walls,” he added pointedly.

“Sir, I will try to limit how much involvement Master Kade has when it comes to you and me, but he will be involved in my life. I live with him.”

Master Mal raised an eyebrow. “Do you now? Well, I suppose I don’t have to ask you to tell me something personal about yourself today, as that’s far more personal information than what toppings you like on your pizza.”

I blushed, and my eyes cast downward automatically for a moment before I realized what I had done and then lifted them back up.

He stood. “I am not so controlling and domineering to say who you can and cannot be friends with, Little Owl. But I will not ‘go to’ Master Kade or deal with him regarding you. You are not his to be handled by. It is my hope that you will bemine, and when that happens,Iwill be the one people come to about you.”

“I will ask Master Kade to accompany me to the club tomorrow, Sir, and I swear it will be the last time.”

“Good.” It did not pass my notice that he did not say ‘good girl’, and my stomach sank slightly that I had done something to annoy him. “Now, back to the positions.”

I sat up straighter, my back having sagged a bit while we were talking.

“Keep that posture, but lace your fingers behind your head.” I did as instructed. “This position is called ‘kneeling arrest’ or ‘position three’.” He stepped forward and wedged a booted foot between my knees. “Spread them as far as you can. Bow your back to push your breasts out.” I did, making the bottoms of my feet nearly touch each other. “Good girl.” My breath caught, solidifying just how important his praise was to me.

To my shock, he winked at me. Heknewhow he was affecting me.

“This position, Little Owl, is called ‘display’ or ‘position five’. Now, come forward on your hands and knees.” He stepped backward so I had room to move. “Bow your back and push your ass more into the air. This is your ‘present position’ or ‘position four’. I may tell you to go all the way down onto your chest, but I will decide that at that time. Do so now so you can feel what I mean.”

I lowered my top half to the carpeting, pushing my thong-covered ass further into the air. He moved behind me. When his calloused finger made a horizontal line across my ass, my entire body shivered and I felt myself grow even wetter.

He crouched behind me and then I felt his lips on my left cheek. “Have I told you yet today just how fucking sexy you look, Little Owl?”

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“Dear me. That’s two errors on my part tonight.” His teeth nipped my flesh and I jolted in surprise. “You better hope there won’t be a third instance.”

My words came out chopped from my shaky breath. “Sir, the phone call was not your mistake. You did the right thing. It was Dominique who erred.”

“Wrong, pet. I should have had Dominique have you call me upon your arrival rather than have her relay a message to you. That way I would have known something was amiss a lot sooner and you would never have been at the bar nearly in tears, thinking I’d stood you up.” I gasped when his teeth nipped my right cheek. “And there should never be a day, regardless of what is going on in either of our lives, where I do not tell you just how absolutely breathtaking you are.” His finger traced down the line of my thong. “Stay right there, Little Owl. Do not move an inch.”

I locked my muscles and joints as I felt him stand up behind me. He came around, walking back over to the cushions of the couch.

“I should take my time with you, pet. Spend hours exploring your beautiful body and worship every inch of your skin as you deserve. But I am a selfish bastard, and Ineedto be inside of you. Lift up your left wrist.” When I did, he placed a scrunchy on it, just like there was on my right. It jingled as I lowered my hand back down to the floor. He walked around my body and knelt between my legs. I felt him lift one foot and then the other as he placed scrunchies on each ankle.

He put a hand on each of my shins above the scrunchie, and it wasn’t until he suddenly flipped me onto my back that I realized why it had felt like his hands were upside-down. Landing hard on my back, but not enough to knock the wind out of me, I stared up at him in shock.

Still gripping me above my ankles, Master Mal pulled my ass closer to him. My corset snagged slightly on the carpet fibers, butnot enough to prevent him from manipulating my body how he wanted.

“Arms above your head, Little Owl. Hands flat on the floor.”

The scrunchies jingled slightly as I lifted my arms and then again when he bent my legs, putting my feet flat on the floor with my heels back against my ass cheeks. He ran a finger down the thin, black fabric of my thong without pressing between the lips of my pussy.

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