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I gave a little cry and I opened my eyes to see Philip’s face only a few inches away.
“Did that feel good, my dear?” he asked.
My face worked with a series of emotions I could hardly tell apart: shame, affection, fear, and desperate desire that seemed to have become a continuous, low-level sensation of lack between my thighs. I bit my lip, and I nodded quickly.
His dark eyes looked into mine, and I had the sudden feeling I could readhismind… my guardian—my trainer—wanted me to do something… the right thing… the thing a good girl did.
I realized what that thing was, and I started to do it, before the remaining defiance in me could stop the impulse.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
But he hadstoppedit… and now he made methankhim for making me dothat. And I still lay there, naked with my thighs spread wide… my pussy shaved for him… a pink anal plug firmly placed in my bottom.
And the cameras watching.
Philip’s face came closer.
Oh, no,my brain said as his left hand tightened its grip—not violently but very decisively—on the back of my neck.
My guardian kissed me. The defiance rose for a moment, and I stiffened my lips, but then I felt the tingle between my thighs grow stronger and the governor’s control ease, and I realized that with his other hand he must have allowed me more pleasure.
My whole body relaxed into his. My mouth yielded and I gave a soft cry into his moving lips as he dominated me that way. He must have put the controller back in his pocket, then, because suddenly his hand had found my pussy, and my hips thrust upward as if to show the galaxy just how thoroughly this man had taken me in hand.
I thought for a moment I would come again, but I realized Philip must have adjusted the governor just shy of allowing me that. Instead, he broke the kiss and moved his face a few centimeters away, and spoke.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next.”
CHAPTER24
Sara
Philip spoke the words so solemnly that my heart began to pound.
“First, you’re going to have a break. You’ve earned it.”
My eyebrows knit together, and I felt an absurd moment of disappointment, before I processed that ‘first.’ My anxiety calmed down for a second or two, but what my guardian said next, after a pause, instantly made the vague letdown and the calm a distant memory.
“Then you’re going to get into your lingerie, and I’m going to whip you on the discipline horse.”
“What?” I demanded. I looked from Philip’s face to the cameraman at the foot of the bed, his lens trained on me, my legs still spread wide and my guardian’s hands on my body in that ultra-possessive way—one hand on the back of my neck and the other enclosing my pussy and my bottom in a single controlling grasp.
The cameraman’s focus remained resolutely on the display where he watched what the lens of his shoulder-mounted device saw, and my eyes shifted to the lens itself in my terrified confusion. With my face I appealed to the audience, as if they could help me.
Philip’s right hand tightened on me, squeezing hard enough to get my attention and to draw a fearful little cry from my lips.
“I told you not to look at the camera,” he growled. “Didn’t I?”
I turned my head back to look at him, tears of terror springing from the corners of my eyes.
“But… but you can’t whip me for that! I hadn’t even done it before…”
My brain became lost in a cycle of time and fear and helpless, frustratingly muted arousal under his strong hand.
“I’m not going to whip you because you looked at the camera, Sara,” my guardian said, looking intently into my face.
I felt my forehead crease like the sharp line that went down the front of his Magisterian uniform’s trousers.
“But… butwhy, then?” I demanded, my voice pleading and all thought of resistance gone in the face of the force this man could bring to bear—had already brought to bear on me.
