I loved him with all my heart.
He was my first man, and I hoped he would be my last. That he would be the only one to touch me the way he did. As long as I lived, I wanted no one else.
Chapter 12 - Max
Charli’s schedule had changed since we’d started her training two weeks ago. Though I would never have fathomed that she might beat me when it came to waking up.
In the universe inside my head, only Elsa could or would ever do that. Yet I was a great believer in the scientific method and observable evidence, and both showed the same thing. Charli had not only roused before I had, but she had also gotten up and left the house.
I sprang to the closet to check for further confirmation. My cognitive dissonance working overtime. Some of her clothes were gone. Her pleated skirt, cute blouse, and heels were conspicuous in their absence.
There were only two explanations. Someone had kidnapped her in the night and allowed her to dress before they whisked her away. Or, more likely, she was somewhere in the house.
The office was a dead end. That was two rooms down with only twenty to go. My next port of call was the kitchen. Morning and coffee went together, like popcorn and movie theaters. That’s where I found her—my pet, moving as elegantly as a ballet dancer.
Her high heels no longer put up a challenge. Her woven thigh-length braid of shining blond hair reached down the length of her straight back. I had to watch for a moment, mesmerized by her majesty. It was surely a major shift from the smart but awkward girl who first spilled coffee all over my office carpet.
“Have you eaten?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Geez!” Charli exclaimed, jerking back.
“Nice greeting,” I chastised.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Do I have to get the flogger?” I teased.
Her lower lip trembled.
“No, Master.”
I put a hand on her hip, letting her know I was kidding and asserting dominance.
“I’ll try again. Have you eaten?”
“Um, no I, didn’t think I had approval, Master.”
“You didn’t, not expressly, but I still want you to eat. You are more likely to be punished for not eating than eating without permission. Understood?”
She nodded. Working with perfect precision, my sweet little pet filled a coffee mug to the level I liked and handed it to me with the handle out.
“Very nice.”
“Thank you, Master.”
As I drank, Charli set about making both of us omelets. If they tasted have as good as they smelled, Charli wouldn’t be able to walk when I got through fucking her.
Putting the lid on the tray, Charli carried both servings to the table, setting it down in front of me. She set the plates and glasses before taking her seat beside me with perfect posture. When I placed my palm on her inner thigh, she gasped.
I didn’t touch her pussy, despite being inches from it. I also didn’t remove my hand. Instead, I stroked her as we both ate, Charli letting out soft moans as I did.
The voice in my head screamed I should throw her over the table and fuck her virgin ass. But there was work to be done, and I wanted to take my time to make sure she was ready before I took her there.
The math regarding getting my cock into her asshole was not looking very good. She could barely take it in her cunt, and even there, I still had to be gentle. The goal was to train my sweet little pet, not to break her.
Charli seemed to understand the intention behind my touch. A subtle form of reward for doing an excellent job. I would reward her properly at the end of the day.
I was moving into a system of instant punishment and praise, giving brief light spanks or rewards for infractions or successes as they happened. Saving the harshest punishments or greatest rewards for when the work was done.
When we finished, Charli cleaned up, and I went to my office. It looked like I was teaching a domestic servant more than a personal assistant, but that had more to do with context.
I was developing her to assist me, immediately and effectively with anything that needed to be done. It was unlikely that breakfast dishes would be part of it going forward.
I had everything ready when she arrived. The week’s work had been done the day before, giving us the weekend off, and I planned on taking full advantage of the break.
Hardback books were piled on the desk like rock formations. I’d been going for Stonehenge but didn’t quite get it right. The tops caused the biggest problems. Still, it was a fairly good rendition under the circumstances.
I had had to look twice when she came in. Just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Striding to the middle of the room, sweet Charli fell to her knees. Her posture was still perfect. I hadn’t given her instructions yet, but my girl had learned what I liked and expected fast.
Rolling back in my chair, I went to my pet. I tipped her head back, and her eyes glistened with devotion.
“Up,” I ordered.
With no help from me, Charli stood in one smooth motion with her eyes straight ahead. Slowly, I inspected her, searching every inch of her body, running my palm down the gentle curve of her back. My hands moved on to her shoulders to measure their width before moving down to her tits, giving them a loving squeeze.
“Bra?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Panties too?”
“Yes, Master.”
My hand went up her skirt. I had to check to make certain she wasn’t lying. Sure enough, a thin layer of soft silk greeted me,
