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“You don’t understand him.” I recognized Lauren’s girlish voice. “You don’t know him.”
“And you do? Just h
ow well do you know Master Andrés? What did he do to you, exactly?”
Something dark stirred within me when she said Master, but her disgusted tone soured my desire.
“He’s nice,” Lauren insisted.
My heart softened as the abused girl came to my defense. Truthfully, I’d done little to deserve her loyalty. She’d latched on to the smallest kindnesses, finding stability in my stern orders.
I finally reached the bedroom. “Thank you, Lauren,” I said softly, expressing my gratitude for more than her obedience in taking care of Samantha. “You can go now.”
My pretty captive jolted at the sound of my voice, and she jerked the bedsheet up to her chin.
I stepped across the threshold, prowling toward her. “You know you’re not allowed to cover yourself, cosita,” I chided. “Show me your pretty pussy. I want to see it.”
Lauren scurried past me, quickly leaving the penthouse to give me privacy with my pet.
Samantha stared at me, her lips parted slightly as she drew in short, shallow breaths. For a moment, she tensed with indecision. Her eyes tightened, and I assumed she was recalling the punishment she’d faced the last time she defied me. It should still be very fresh in her mind.
Slowly, her fingers fisted in the sheet, and she pulled it down her body.
It seemed she could be taught to obey.
My gaze dropped to her bare cunt. The ginger curls that had protected her from my full scrutiny were gone, thanks to Lauren’s neat work with wax. I would have done it myself, but the blonde girl’s hands were more practiced at this particular skill.
It was enough that she was completely exposed to me.
“Very pretty,” I approved. But there was something else I craved. I twirled my finger as I ordered, “Turn over. I want to see my marks on you.”
She glared at me, but I simply waited, fixing her with an implacable stare. I could forcibly turn her, but this was a test in obedience.
She huffed out an angry breath and rolled onto her front. My scar tugged on a crooked smile as I took in the purple marks I’d left on her skin. She must have felt the lingering discomfort of my discipline all day.
I’d push her a little further.
“On your hands and knees,” I commanded. “Spread your thighs. I want to see my marks and my pussy.”
Her eyes narrowed, her delicate jaw setting into a harsh line. It seemed I hadn’t worked all the defiance out of her.
Truthfully, I hadn’t expected to tame her with one training session. I found myself smiling at the resurgence of her fire. My kitten was adorable when she wanted to scratch.
I didn’t give her the opportunity. I snaked my arm beneath her waist and pulled her up onto her knees.
“Hey!” she cried out, sounding almost surprised.
I smacked her thigh, careful not to strike her bruised flesh too hard. Even though I’d been relatively gentle, she shrieked. I had a feeling that had more to do with indignation than pain.
“You will learn to obey me,” I informed her smoothly. “Spread your legs. Now,” I bit out when she didn’t immediately comply.
She scrambled up onto her hands to support her weight as she reluctantly shifted her knees apart. I kept my arm braced under her stomach, just in case she got any ideas about scrambling away from me.
“Beautiful,” I rumbled, admiring her exposed sex. I wanted to see it glistening with her arousal.
I touched my fingers to her labia, stroking the soft folds. When my thumb brushed her clit, she sucked in a small gasp. Her skin pebbled, and the first signs of her desire wet my fingers.
I let out a dark chuckle. “I think my kitten likes when I pet her pretty pink pussy.”
