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“Well, to understand, you need to know a little of Mason’s backstory. There was a girl here—a staff slave—named Ashley. She’s a chef in her own right, and also a very hardcore masochist. Mason actually recruited her for a position at The Enclave. She’d been a sous chef in one of his restaurants and they were both active in the scene, and she was looking for a change.”
Unable to resist, Hannah reached for another scone. “Go on,” she encouraged, intrigued.
“So, she’s a lot younger than Master Mason—she’s probably twenty-six now, to his forty-five. Which isn’t at all a big deal, especially not in the scene. Master Anthony is nineteen years older than I am. But anyway, Master Mason and Ashley got kind of involved. He never officially collared her, but they scened very intensively together, and he brought her up from the slave quarters to stay in his suite upstairs. So, that lasted for about a year. Then, about five months ago Ashley took a job outside of The Enclave compound. The irony is that Master Mason supported her branching out professionally. He even helped her find this position as a head chef at a new restaurant in Asheville. But I think he thought she would remain at The Enclave as his informal slave girl, and continue to live with us.”
“And I’m guessing that wasn’t the case?” Hannah asked, eager to know more.
Lucia shook her head. “She still lived here for about a month after she took the new job, but she was working crazy hours. It can be a real slog up the mountain, especially at three in the morning. She came back less and less. Eventually she left for good. We’re still in touch, she and I.She’s living with a guy now who’s also into the scene—a guy her own age. When Master Mason found out, he pretended like it was no skin off his back. He just grumbled about the loss of his sous chef, though he’s made no effort yet to recruit someone new. But it was obvious to anyone who knows him well that he was pretty broken up about her leaving and hooking up with another guy.”
“That must have been hard for him,” Hannah said, suddenly feeling sorry for Mason, in spite of everything. “So,” she asked, curious about Lucia’s earlier words, “what was the miracle tonight? That he agreed to scene with such a total newbie?”
Lucia shook her head. “No. While it’s true he prefers to scene with very hardcore, trained masochists, I don’t think he minded stepping in. But it was the sex part, Hannah. When he made you come at the end like that. That was the miracle.”
Hannah blushed yet again—she’d blushed more in one night than in her entire life, or so it seemed. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
“The closest I’ve seen him involved in any sexual way with a sub since Ashley left is when he works with a slave on their cock worshiping skills. His touching you like that—not only touching you but bringing you to orgasm—that was a real surprise.”
“Hmm,” Hannah said, mulling over Lucia’s startling words. So, he wasn’t just doing his thing? There might have been something more personal in it? He’d sure seemed eager to get away the second it was over. “I don’t know what to think,” she admitted.
Lucia shrugged. “I don’t really know what to think, either, to tell you the truth. Master Mason is a fairly self-possessed guy. It’s hard to know whathe’sreally thinking or feeling sometimes. And I know him better than most since we work together.”
“There you are.” They looked toward the doorway. Charlotte stood there, dressed again, Jim looming behind her. “Anthony said we’d find you back here. Are you ready to go soon, Hannah? Jim and I are thinking of heading back down to Asheville.”
Hannah found she didn’t want to leave. Not yet. She was enjoying talking with Lucia, and still had a ton of questions about The Enclave. Butobviously, they were her ride, and she didn’t want to be rude. Just as she was about to thank Lucia and get to her feet, Lucia spoke.
“What if you stayed the night, Hannah? We’re used to having overnight guests from time to time. The Enclave is somewhat off the beaten path and our dungeon parties can go quite late. There’s a guest room up on the second floor, or you could stay down in the slave quarters.”
“Stay the night?” Hannah echoed, glancing from Lucia to Charlotte.
“You do look awfully comfy in that robe, missy,” Charlotte said, flashing a grin. “We’re fine with that, aren’t we, Jim?”
“Of course,” he agreed.
“How would I get home?” Hannah asked, trying to keep the squealy girl excitement out of her voice.
“Mistress Aubrey and Gene could drop you off on their way to work in the morning. They keep Saturday morning hours at their clinic,” Lucia said. “If they can’t do it, I’m sure Hans could drive you down.”
“Sounds like a great idea,” Charlotte said. She winked at Hannah, adding, “Of course, I’ll expect a full report.”
Chapter 8
“So, where would you rather sleep tonight? The slave quarters or upstairs?”
Hannah instantly visualized monkish cells with straw pallets, chains and manacles dangling from stone walls. While she didn’t especially want to sleep in such accommodations, she was wildly curious to see them.
“I’d love a tour, if that’s possible. Then I’ll decide?”
“Sure,” Lucia agreed. “Let’s go find Master Anthony first.” She gave a sheepish smile. “I should have checked with him before extending the invitation. But he won’t mind.”
They found Anthony in the living room. He was seated on a sofa beside Lawrence. At first, Hannah thought they were alone but as she entered the room just behind Lucia. But as they drew closer, she saw two naked women kneeling on the ground. One had her head in Anthony’s crotch, the other in Lawrence’s. The girls’ heads were bobbing in such a way it was clear what they were doing.
In spite of the fact that Hannah had written similar scenes in her novels, Hannah was shocked at the scene. While she understood intellectually that this sort of thing must happen all the time at The Enclave, she wondered how Lucia felt about this.
It had to be weird to watch your partner being pleasured by another woman, even if it was part of their training. But, true to form, Lucia didn’t seem the least bit perturbed. She appeared perfectly calm, even content as she came into the room.
Hannah followed, trying to get her face under control. As they got closer, she recognized the naked woman between Anthony’s legs. It was Danielle, Lawrence’s slave girl.
The other girl was also naked. She had short spiky hair the color of cotton candy. A tattoo of a dove was inked on her upper back, an olive branch in its mouth. A leash hung down her back, attached to the black slave collar around her neck. Hannah hadn’t met this girl during her rounds with Marjorie—she would have remembered. Was this the third trainee, Lia?
