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I watch his face, the shadows that always play in his eyes lightening a bit, but still there. I think they always will be, and it makes my heart hurt. Before I can stop myself, I climb into his lap and lay my head on his chest. I can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek. We sit like that for a while, with him stroking my hair. And I feel even more deeply the love that’s blossoming between us.
Finally he says, “Alright. Time to get ready. Come.”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but a private helicopter takes us to Lake Tahoe, where a car picks us up and whisks us to their house in the mountains overlooking the sparkling blue lake. The mountains are so beautiful, the setting sun turning the crisp blue sky to pink and gray as we pull up in front of the house.
It’s all sleek, modern lines with enormous windows, three stories tall, perched on the side of the mountain, and the property is studded with pine trees. It’s one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever seen.
The driver, who has not said a single word on the long trip, pulls into the garage, where a Porsche and two motorcycles are parked. Master Erek hands me from the back seat, still dressed in nothing but his shirt.
“Welcome home,” he says with a smile.
I follow them up a short flight of stairs that let out into a butler’s pantry, then into the gorgeous kitchen, all gray and white marble, and to the left is a dining room with floor-to-ceiling windows.
A housekeeper—or so I gauge from her crisp, white apron— with a kind face greets us. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a bun, and her blue eyes twinkle. She’s the sort of person you just want to hug you. Which is not something I’ve ever really thought before about anyone.
“Welcome home, Master Séverin, Master Erek. I trust your trip went well?”
“Better than expected,” Master Séverin answers. “This is Mina. She’ll be staying with us for some time.” He turns to me. “Mina, this is Corinne. If you need anything, you may ask her.”
She nods at me, and I nod back, unsure how to behave in this situation. Then she waves at me. “Follow me to your quarters, Mina.”
We go up a staircase made of polished floating wood risers to the second floor, and she leads me to the first room on the right.
“This room is yours. You’ll find an en suite attached. I suggest you bathe. There’s a white silk robe on the back of the door; change into that when you’re ready and come back downstairs to wait on the Masters. And by the way, you may speak to me any time.”
“You’re—you’re certain it’s alright?”
“Yes, dear,” she answers with a smile. “They called ahead and gave me full instructions. Now off you go. We’ll have dinner downstairs in an hour.”
As she leaves I search the room a bit frantically for a clock, but there is none, of course. But there is a big bed with a white down comforter, a tall dresser in a light-toned wood. And a spanking bench. Some normality for me after all. But what else is to happen in this place, I have no idea. And that uncertainty makes my chest pull tight. Still, I want to be here with them. To serve. To help. To heal, perhaps.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
Chapter Eleven
I find the bathroom and it’s all white marble, with a soaker tub and an enormous shower with a bench built in. If I weren’t on a time constraint, I’d linger here. But instead, I shower quickly, not at all surprised to find the body wash smells like tangerines. Then I do my hair into two long plaits and slip into the white robe.
I don’t think it’s been an hour yet, and I pause to take in the view, allowing myself only a few seconds. There will be time for that later.
Downstairs, my two Masters are sitting in the living room, a large room with a vaulted ceiling, a white stone fireplace with those incredible windows on either side, and a pair of white leather couches. Master Erek beckons, and I go to him, kneeling at his feet, but not before I’ve spotted Master Séverin on the opposite couch stroking a long-haired cat whose fur is black as coal.
Master Erek pulls me up beside him, and the leather is cool beneath my mostly bare bottom.
“No kneeling tonight, Mina,” Master Séverin says. “Tell me, do you like cats?”
“Oh, I… To be honest, I’ve had very little contact with cats, Master.”
“I see. Well, this is Mouse, and I love her dearly, so you’re to be kind to her. And if you are, she will likely curl up with you when you’re made to sleep on the floor. Or perhaps even when we allow you to sleep with us. Come over and say hello to her.”
I feel as if this is one of the strangest scenarios for a slave, my mind constantly questioning everything, moment by moment. Or maybe that’s simply my anxiety. New situations are always difficult for me, and I have no context for what is happening here. But I stand and move toward him.
“Good Girl. Now offer her your hand. Yes, open palm. Excellent.”
Mouse sniffs my fingertips, then rubs her head against them.
Mastre Séverin smiles, and it lights me up inside. “She likes you. Very good. Now come sit beside me and let’s see if she’ll go into your lap.”
I do as he says—of course I do, despite the gentleness of his tone. I am still a good slave, always. Mouse makes her way to me slowly, and Master Séverin smiles at her tenderly as she climbs onto my lap, looks up at me, and makes a small squeaking sound.
