There’s no sound. Only tears. I…I never asked. He probably doesn’t even know how much I’ve seen.”
“Then you are a very good slave,” I said, smiling as I hugged her. “He’s lucky to have you, and I’m glad you’re here even now. It’s nice having someone to talk to. Someone I don’t always need to address as Master.”
She laughed. “You don’t need to call him Master, you know? I do it out of habit and respect. But you? You only need to do it when he asks you to.”
“Marnie.” Dylan’s voice floated over from the doorway. “You aren’t filling her head with sad puppy stories, are you?”
We both turned around. There was a smirk on his face, while Marnie and I shared an expression of shock.
“No, Master,” Marnie began, slipping off the bed to stand at his side. She bowed her head and grinned when he said something in her ear before giving her a kiss on the forehead.
“You can play with her later,” Dylan began, swatting her ass as she scurried from the room. He leaned against the doorframe, loosening the tie around his neck. “Damn responsibility. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you got up.” Dylan removed his tie and came to stand beside the bed before leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. “She didn’t use up too much of your time, did she?”
I swallowed and shook my head. “What else am I going to do all by myself?”
Dylan smirked. “I can think of a few things.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Looks like you made a friend—fast, too. I’m glad. It’s about time she stopped moping around the house. It’s been quite some time since she’s opened up to one of my subs.” His gaze grew distant then. “What were you talking about before I interrupted you?”
I licked my lips and stared down at my lap. Marnie had spoken to me in confidence, and even though we shared a Master, and I knew I was supposed to be loyal to him, the sisterly bond I’d sensed earlier had remained after she’d left the room. “About you.” It was a simple answer, and one I hoped would keep both of us out of any unwanted trouble.
“Is that right?” Dylan rubbed his chin. “And tell me, what exactly did the two of you talk about?”
I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. My eyes would tell him well before the words spilled from my mouth. My mind wandered, and as a dull ache filled my chest, Dylan’s grip on me tightened. It felt wrong to have learnt about his past through Marnie, and even though I was thankful for it, I wondered why he hadn’t told me himself. Weakness. If she’d seen him cry, he probably didn’t want to look that way in front of anyone else. He didn’t want to lose control in front of me.
“Alyssa?” His voice was calm. “You don’t have to tell me. I already know.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. Had he been listening this entire time? Had he even left for work? My vision darted around the room as I looked for an escape, but there wasn’t one.
He brushed the side of my cheek. “She told you about Karla, didn’t she?”
I inclined my head. “I may have pushed her, though.”
Dylan cocked his head to meet my downward gaze and smiled. “I assure you, you didn’t.”
“You aren’t mad?”
He shook his head. “I’m not that kind of Dom. You could’ve learnt the truth by asking a fair portion of the community. Marnie just got to you first, and I’m glad she did. A lot of the subs I bring in tend to turn away after hearing Marnie’s stories, assuming I’m not a good fit.”
“So it’s a test?”
“Sort of. There are going to be times when we both test you, not only physically but mentally, as well. But, tell me—did Marnie’s story change the way you look at me?”
He straightened his shoulders and sat up. He looked the same way he had before. He had the same set jaw line, the same eyes and strong hands. And even though I’d had a glimpse into what could be called his weakness, I hadn’t seen it
“Then you are a very good slave,” I said, smiling as I hugged her. “He’s lucky to have you, and I’m glad you’re here even now. It’s nice having someone to talk to. Someone I don’t always need to address as Master.”
She laughed. “You don’t need to call him Master, you know? I do it out of habit and respect. But you? You only need to do it when he asks you to.”
“Marnie.” Dylan’s voice floated over from the doorway. “You aren’t filling her head with sad puppy stories, are you?”
We both turned around. There was a smirk on his face, while Marnie and I shared an expression of shock.
“No, Master,” Marnie began, slipping off the bed to stand at his side. She bowed her head and grinned when he said something in her ear before giving her a kiss on the forehead.
“You can play with her later,” Dylan began, swatting her ass as she scurried from the room. He leaned against the doorframe, loosening the tie around his neck. “Damn responsibility. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you got up.” Dylan removed his tie and came to stand beside the bed before leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. “She didn’t use up too much of your time, did she?”
I swallowed and shook my head. “What else am I going to do all by myself?”
Dylan smirked. “I can think of a few things.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Looks like you made a friend—fast, too. I’m glad. It’s about time she stopped moping around the house. It’s been quite some time since she’s opened up to one of my subs.” His gaze grew distant then. “What were you talking about before I interrupted you?”
I licked my lips and stared down at my lap. Marnie had spoken to me in confidence, and even though we shared a Master, and I knew I was supposed to be loyal to him, the sisterly bond I’d sensed earlier had remained after she’d left the room. “About you.” It was a simple answer, and one I hoped would keep both of us out of any unwanted trouble.
“Is that right?” Dylan rubbed his chin. “And tell me, what exactly did the two of you talk about?”
I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. My eyes would tell him well before the words spilled from my mouth. My mind wandered, and as a dull ache filled my chest, Dylan’s grip on me tightened. It felt wrong to have learnt about his past through Marnie, and even though I was thankful for it, I wondered why he hadn’t told me himself. Weakness. If she’d seen him cry, he probably didn’t want to look that way in front of anyone else. He didn’t want to lose control in front of me.
“Alyssa?” His voice was calm. “You don’t have to tell me. I already know.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. Had he been listening this entire time? Had he even left for work? My vision darted around the room as I looked for an escape, but there wasn’t one.
He brushed the side of my cheek. “She told you about Karla, didn’t she?”
I inclined my head. “I may have pushed her, though.”
Dylan cocked his head to meet my downward gaze and smiled. “I assure you, you didn’t.”
“You aren’t mad?”
He shook his head. “I’m not that kind of Dom. You could’ve learnt the truth by asking a fair portion of the community. Marnie just got to you first, and I’m glad she did. A lot of the subs I bring in tend to turn away after hearing Marnie’s stories, assuming I’m not a good fit.”
“So it’s a test?”
“Sort of. There are going to be times when we both test you, not only physically but mentally, as well. But, tell me—did Marnie’s story change the way you look at me?”
He straightened his shoulders and sat up. He looked the same way he had before. He had the same set jaw line, the same eyes and strong hands. And even though I’d had a glimpse into what could be called his weakness, I hadn’t seen it
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