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you’re already standing simply look my way, give me those pretty blue eyes, or we could work on doing nothing at all. Which would you prefer?” I was trying to give her a choice while still maintaining the roll as her master.
“I can stand, Shakhta,” she offered.
“Good girl. Let’s go with that for now then.” I held my hand out to her, and with only the slightest hesitation, she took it. I pulled her carefully to her feet, and she looked right into my eyes, just as I had asked her to. I gave her a warm smile, or at least my interpretation of one. My life hadn’t really been full of smiles and laughter, but I got the feeling that Emily’s was even less frequent. I hadn’t seen her smile yet, not once. I imagined she had a beautiful smile and the fact that Jonas had made it disappear made me want to kill him even more. The son of a bitch was going to feel pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. Jonas Levier thought he knew what the term cruel and unusual punishment meant. The fucker really didn’t have a clue.
CHAPTE R 5
EMILY
Shakhta sat at my side, his head rested back his eyes closed. He had put a movie on, a romance by the look of it. My Best Friend’s Wedding he had said, but I had paid little attention. In the short time that he had left me alone, I had become incredibly anxious, second guessing myself, doubting my ability to be the perfect submissive for my new Master. His wants were so different from anything I had been taught. He wanted to adopt a less stringent relationship, and though my heart yearned for such things, my mind fought like a feral beast to remain perfectly submissive, to adhere to the strict rules and regimen I had learned from Master Jonas. I winced at my internal mistake. Just Jonas, not Master Jonas. Jonas, I repeated in my mind, testing the empty name, letting it echo through my thoughts. It felt wrong and liberating all at the same time. Part of me mourned the loss of my former Master. The monster had destroyed me, stolen so much from me, and here I was missing his heavy hand and ruthless dominance. I hated that feeling of loss; it made me feel even more soiled and defiled. How could I regret the loss of someone so heartless? I began to do something I hadn’t done in a long time—I fidgeted. The perfect submissive sits quiet and still, hands at rest, body relaxed and ready. My body was so tense I was sure I might crack if I moved. My fingers rubbed at the newly acquired scar on the underside of my forearm. I had rubbed at it so hard the freshly puckered skin had reddened and began to sting. I don’t know if Shakhta had noticed or simply sensed my disquiet, but his head rose as he observed me. That just made me even more anxious.
“Rebecca told me something about you,” he murmured. My eyes snapped to his as I wondered what on earth she had said. “You used to like having your hair brushed.” His eyes took in my short hair. I didn’t say anything, I was completely confused as to why Rebecca would have told him that. “Did Jonas make you cut it?”
I shook my head, running my fingers nervously through the soft wavy locks. “No, Shakhta. I asked Mast...” I paused, fear forcing my words to stop. Shakhta’s eyes were not berating; his features were calm and relaxed. “I asked Jonas to have it cut, to stop the other men from pulling it.”
Shakhta sat forward, his arms rested on his knees. “I’m sorry you had to endure that,” he murmured.
I couldn’t understand why he would be sorry. He didn’t do it.
“I’ll be right back.” Shakhta stood abruptly and disappeared into the bedroom, returning less than a minute later with a brush in hand.
I watched him cross to me, his movements perfectly noiseless and almost seductive. Such masculine beauty made my heart race just as his smile had done. Was this feeling attraction? Attraction was dangerous. I had been attracted to both Jonas and William at one stage, and both of them had taken turns in
“I can stand, Shakhta,” she offered.
“Good girl. Let’s go with that for now then.” I held my hand out to her, and with only the slightest hesitation, she took it. I pulled her carefully to her feet, and she looked right into my eyes, just as I had asked her to. I gave her a warm smile, or at least my interpretation of one. My life hadn’t really been full of smiles and laughter, but I got the feeling that Emily’s was even less frequent. I hadn’t seen her smile yet, not once. I imagined she had a beautiful smile and the fact that Jonas had made it disappear made me want to kill him even more. The son of a bitch was going to feel pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. Jonas Levier thought he knew what the term cruel and unusual punishment meant. The fucker really didn’t have a clue.
CHAPTE R 5
EMILY
Shakhta sat at my side, his head rested back his eyes closed. He had put a movie on, a romance by the look of it. My Best Friend’s Wedding he had said, but I had paid little attention. In the short time that he had left me alone, I had become incredibly anxious, second guessing myself, doubting my ability to be the perfect submissive for my new Master. His wants were so different from anything I had been taught. He wanted to adopt a less stringent relationship, and though my heart yearned for such things, my mind fought like a feral beast to remain perfectly submissive, to adhere to the strict rules and regimen I had learned from Master Jonas. I winced at my internal mistake. Just Jonas, not Master Jonas. Jonas, I repeated in my mind, testing the empty name, letting it echo through my thoughts. It felt wrong and liberating all at the same time. Part of me mourned the loss of my former Master. The monster had destroyed me, stolen so much from me, and here I was missing his heavy hand and ruthless dominance. I hated that feeling of loss; it made me feel even more soiled and defiled. How could I regret the loss of someone so heartless? I began to do something I hadn’t done in a long time—I fidgeted. The perfect submissive sits quiet and still, hands at rest, body relaxed and ready. My body was so tense I was sure I might crack if I moved. My fingers rubbed at the newly acquired scar on the underside of my forearm. I had rubbed at it so hard the freshly puckered skin had reddened and began to sting. I don’t know if Shakhta had noticed or simply sensed my disquiet, but his head rose as he observed me. That just made me even more anxious.
“Rebecca told me something about you,” he murmured. My eyes snapped to his as I wondered what on earth she had said. “You used to like having your hair brushed.” His eyes took in my short hair. I didn’t say anything, I was completely confused as to why Rebecca would have told him that. “Did Jonas make you cut it?”
I shook my head, running my fingers nervously through the soft wavy locks. “No, Shakhta. I asked Mast...” I paused, fear forcing my words to stop. Shakhta’s eyes were not berating; his features were calm and relaxed. “I asked Jonas to have it cut, to stop the other men from pulling it.”
Shakhta sat forward, his arms rested on his knees. “I’m sorry you had to endure that,” he murmured.
I couldn’t understand why he would be sorry. He didn’t do it.
“I’ll be right back.” Shakhta stood abruptly and disappeared into the bedroom, returning less than a minute later with a brush in hand.
I watched him cross to me, his movements perfectly noiseless and almost seductive. Such masculine beauty made my heart race just as his smile had done. Was this feeling attraction? Attraction was dangerous. I had been attracted to both Jonas and William at one stage, and both of them had taken turns in
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