Master Roman smiles at me. “Some girls need that at first. She may continue to defy you for several days until she realizes you aren’t a pushover.”
Master Kellen gives me a squeeze. “I hope it doesn’t go on much longer than that. I’ve never met a little girl who enjoyed spending so much time in the corner with a sore bottom.”
I bury my face in his chest, embarrassed that they’re talking about me in the third person. Again, I wonder if Master Kellen will stop our arrangement if I’m not a good girl. I know he doesn’t like bad girls. I don’t want to leave, but I’m not sure I’m good enough for him.
Chapter 11
Master Kellen
When I tuck Sabine in that night, I spend extra time teasing her little body until she comes precariously close to coming several times. I want her to feel that need and know that I will not let her come if she disobeys me. I’m hoping she will learn this lesson quickly because it’s much more fun watching her orgasm than edging her to a full flush before leaving her hanging.
I don’t put her to bed until ten this time. No one needs that much sleep. When I turn off her light and shut the adjoining door between our rooms, I feel instantly bereft of her company. Lonely. Two days with this naughty little girl and already I can’t remember what I used to do in the evenings.
Work. That’s what. That’s all I’ve done most of the time for three years. I’ve worked so damn many hours that my company has grown exponentially and I now have almost too much business.
I also have capable employees who can manage things while I take a step back. Nevertheless, I head downstairs to my office and check my messages and emails, just to reassure myself that no one needed me desperately while I’ve been playing Daddy.
That’s what I’ve been doing, right? Playing? A role. The job needed to be done by someone, and I stepped up to the plate. To train a new sub. Guide her. Help her find herself.
After I scroll through my email, deciding nothing is urgent, I open the door that leads from my office to my back patio and step out into the night. I sigh as I recline on one of the lounge chairs and stare at the stars in the amazingly clear sky.
I’m worried I’m in over my head. Falling for Sabine. It’s not reasonable for me to have feelings for someone I’ve had in my home less than forty-eight hours.
Except, that’s not entirely true. I watched her for weeks before I approached her. Pondered the possibility of training her for several days, too. I went into this with specific intentions, and I know I’m straying from the plan.
Even though I had to spank her naughty bottom two times today, she was angelic the rest of the day. She ate her dinner without argument, relaxed in the tub while I bathed her, and let me work the tangles out of her hair after I washed it. I loved every moment of having her curled up next to me on my bed while we both read a book. I offered to let her watch television, but she said she’d rather read. I even let her have her phone and read something adult from her ereader. I’d say I was very lenient in that regard.
I close my eyes against the night sky as I recall the last hour or so having her sweet little body against mine. It’s been so long since someone so totally stirred a need in me that I had buried deeply after Stacy died. Not that I haven’t had sex. I have. Not often, but a few times. In every instance, I was detached, scratching an itch. I knew I hadn’t been fair to my partner because my head wasn’t fully in the game.
Since meeting Sabine, I’ve needed to adjust my cock on several occasions. Hell, today alone she made me grit my teeth to keep my dick at bay many times. I can’t believe how responsive she was to being exposed. I’m still a bit shocked. I had expected her to balk. I had even considered not putting her through the stress. I watched her carefully as Roman removed Lucy’s clothes, noting that instead of panicking, Sabine fidgeted. She watched closely. At the time, I judged her reaction to be almost jealousy.
Incredible. I was stunned, and I gave her what she craved. If I’m not mistaken, it wasn’t simply the act of exposing herself to others that got her off, it was being more or less ordered to do so. She gave me her power when she let me pull that dress over her head and remove her shirt and panties. Her breathing was erratic. Her nipples were sharp points. And damn, but she was wet.
I toss my forearm over my eyes, nearly groaning as I recall every second of this afternoon. I’m pretty sure her reaction shocked her as much as it did me. I’m equally certain that some part of her, conscious or subconscious, swam under that rope intentionally.
And that’s what worries me. How long will she feel the need to defy me? Roman suggested it could be a phase. She’s testing me. Tossing attitude to see if I will truly hold my ground. I have news for Sabine, I will never let her get away with disobedience. It’s not in my nature.
I consider my punishments. It’s possible I will have to make them less desirable. Maybe it’s not enough to spank her and leave her totally or partly naked in a corner. Perhaps I’m feeding a need by letting her stand there aroused.
I could spank her harder and ensure my hand stays higher on her bottom so that all she feels is
