And more importantly, why am I so damn drawn to Sabine that I want to yank her out of that chair, carry her to my bed, strip her out of those little-girl clothes, and thrust into her tight pussy until all I know is bliss?
“Don’t get used to this princess treatment, little one,” I tease Sabine while making dinner. She’s sitting in her booster seat at the island keeping me company while I finish cooking. “I’m giving you today and tomorrow to settle in. On Monday, you’ll have chores to do around here.”
“Chores?” She cringes. It’s cute.
“Yes, chores. You know what those are. Jobs around the house that kids do to earn privileges.” I flip the burgers and glance at her.
“I think you’ll be disappointed. I never did chores as a kid.”
“I think you’ll be disappointed then, because starting Monday, you will.”
She squirms.
I love the way her feet dangle and how she’s swinging them around, unable to make purchase with the rung of the stool because it’s six inches from her toes. I also love the shocked look on her face.
The truth is that Sabine is refreshing. I have no doubt she’s going to challenge me every step of the way, but I’ve been in a funk, and I need the pick-me-up.
We’ve had a good day. She wrote several pages in her journal and held it up from across the room for me to see. I was pleased with her. I can only hope she actually wrote introspective paragraphs instead of humoring me with gibberish. I meant what I said. I won’t snoop in her journal.
After turning off the burner, I shuffle toward her, pulling her cell phone out of my pocket. I slide it across the island. “I want you to keep in contact with Abby. It’s important that you have someone to confide in.”
Her eyes widen. “You’re going to let me have my phone?”
I lift my brows. “Not if you don’t address me respectfully.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She tentatively reached for the cell as if it might self-destruct.
“To answer your question, no. You’ll use it only with permission. And you’re only permitted to text and call an approved list of people. How often do you speak to your parents?”
“Once a week usually. On Sundays, Sir.”
“That’s tomorrow. You’ll call them then.”
She nods. “Can I check my social media and stuff, Sir?”
I shake my head. “No. You’ll have to earn that privilege over time. For now, I want you to touch base with Abby after dinner. You may also communicate with Lucy on occasion, but I’ll have to clear those conversations with Roman first. He doesn’t permit Lucy to use a cell phone without supervision.”
“You mean he listens in on her conversations?”
I narrow my gaze.
She catches herself. “Sir. Sorry, Sir. I’m struggling to remember that rule.”
“And no. I’m sure he’ll grant her time alone to speak freely with you, but you should know they’ve been together five years. Lucy has earned her phone privileges.”
“Did she have someone to confide in when they first got together, Sir?”
I nod. “Yes. Claudia. Claudia helped Lucy through some very tough times in the first few years.”
“But I’m only staying a few weeks, Sir,” she points out.
“All the more reason why I want your undivided attention on learning everything about this lifestyle choice. Not playing around on your phone.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her shoulders slump a few inches.
I return to the stove, fill our plates, and then set them on the island.
Sabine smiles, leading me to believe she’s pleased with what I put in front of her.
“I guess you like burgers and fries.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Eat. And then you can make your phone call before we go upstairs and get you ready for bed. If there’s time, I’ll let you watch some TV before I tuck you in.”
She picks up her burger with both hands and takes a big bite. When she moans, her eyes rolling back, I can’t keep my gaze off her. She is truly adorable. In one day, she’s wrapped me loosely around her finger. I’m worried I might grow attached to her by the end of two weeks.
Chapter 7
Sabine
I’m nervous once again as I follow Master Kellen into my room after I speak briefly with Abby, mostly letting her know I’m fine. Master Kellen hasn’t explained to me what my bedtime routine will be, so I feel out-of-sorts. He guides me to the bathroom with a hand on my neck and then leans over to turn on the faucet in the tub.
Is he going to stay while I take a bath? My third time bathing today.
He puts the stopper in when he’s satisfied with the temperature and then turns around and reaches for the hem of my dress. “Arms up, little one.”
I shiver as he drags the dress over my head. Even though I ate lunch almost naked with him, it still feels weird for him to see my breasts and so casually ignore my nudity for the most part.
I set my hands on his shoulders as he squats down to remove my shoes and socks, and then I suck in a breath as he lowers my panties, tapping my ankles for me to step out of them. His face is so close to my pussy that I can feel his breath. My total nudity makes my heart race.
Master Kellen rises and then lifts one of my pigtails to twist it around and tuck it into the band. He does the same on the other side, expertly ensuring that my hair won’t get wet.
I squeal when he lifts me by the waist and sets me in the tub. The water is warm, but goosebumps rise on my chest and arms.
Master Kellen reaches for a washcloth and then the baby soap. He splashes water on my upper body and then begins to bathe me. I honestly can’t remember anyone
