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“More?”
“Yes. Last night confirmed what I’ve suspected since I first met you. You’re a natural submissive who hasn’t yet had the chance to explore her true nature. We’re uniquely positioned at The Enclave to help bring that potential to life. A Master is more than just a dominant scene partner. He is also a teacher. I believe you demonstrated last night that you are quite teachable.”
Anthony placed a hand lightly on her thigh. His touch sent a small electric jolt through her. His natural dominance spoke to something deep inside of her.
“You handled what could have been a potentially difficult scene for you with considerable submissive grace. You were able to transcend your fear, which allowed you to enter what I call submissive headspace. You took quite a flogging for your first time. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the erotic pain dramatically heightened the impact of the sexual interaction.”
Hannah absolutelyrefusedto blush again. While she was embarrassed to be reminded of the orgasm Mason had effortlessly pulled from her, she was also thrilled that Anthony saw such potential in her. And, as a wordsmith, she couldn’t help but be charmed by his flowery language.
“You’re not wrong,” she admitted. “I know it was a very tame scene by Enclave standards, but it was pretty intense for me.”
Anthony nodded. “That’s why I think you might want to consider widening the parameters of your stay with us. You would be an excellent candidate for slave training.”
“What?” Hannah exclaimed, caught completely off guard. She shook her head, her arms reflexively crossing over her chest. “No. No, no, no. I am definitelynotslave material. I can tell you that right now. Not happening. No way.”
She hadn’t meant to be quite so emphatic, but he’d really thrown her for a loop. Aware she might have sounded rude, she added, “I mean, I really appreciate the vote of confidence, but 24/7 slave training is just not in the cards for me.”
Anthony didn’t reply right away. Instead, he looked her slowly up and down, as if peeling away not only her clothing, but her resistance.
Finally, he met her gaze, his lips lifting into a wry smile. “You’re certainly adamant for someone who doesn’t really know what it is she is refusing. I’m not suggesting the total immersion 24/7 program that we typically offer trainees. I was thinking you might benefit more from a modified program. Something developed specifically for you. You’re a natural, Hannah. BDSM is in your DNA. You’re hardwired for erotic suffering and submission. You’ve just never had the opportunity to complete the circuit.”
Hannah couldn’t deny this, and didn’t try to. Now that she was over the initial shock of his offer, she was becoming increasingly intrigued. “So,” she said slowly, trying to gather her thoughts. “What would that entail exactly? I mean, if I agreed to some kind of modified program?”
“I’d show you a copy of our standard slave contract. We would figure out together which parts of it would be appropriate for you. I think ten days should be sufficient to give you a thorough introduction to our training methods. At the end of that time, we can reassess and decide where to go from there.”
“Go from there?” Hannah echoed, not certain what he meant.
“You might decide this whole D/s business is not for you, despite your initial experience. Or you might decide you’d like to enter the full-fledged training program—the one with no safewords and no hard limits.”
Hannah refrained from blurting out her first thought:No way in hell would I agree to that kind of training. I’d probably die of a heart attack the first day.Instead, she said, “Okay. That makes sense.”
Anthony nodded. “Off the top of my head, I’m thinking you would benefit from basic slave positions training to start, as well as the opportunity to experience various types of bondage, discipline andimpact play. It would be a chance for you to figure out what works for you—what resonates with you—and what doesn’t. Basically, I’m offering you a controlled setting that allows you to fully explore your submissive and masochistic leanings while working under the tutelage of trained, committed Doms. It’s not something I offer lightly, Hannah.”
Hannah had completely forgotten to breathe while Anthony was outlining his astounding proposal. She was both terrified and wildly intrigued at the thought of undergoing the kind of slave training that occurred at The Enclave, modified or not. She was also very curious why this man, who barely knew her, would extend such a generous offer.
Wait. Maybe it wasn’t free. Those slaves probably had to pay a hefty fee for that kind of training, not to mention room and board at that gorgeous compound. How much would she be willing to pay for such a program?
“What would it cost?” she blurted, because it was easier than addressing the rest of what he’d said.
Anthony furrowed his brows. “Cost?” He shook his head. “No cost. You would be our guest, Hannah.”
“Oh, um. Thanks.” Damn it. She was blushing again, this time with pure chagrin. Pushing past her gaff, she asked the next most obvious question. “It sounds like an incredible offer. The thing is, I’m not some young submissive being groomed to serve a Master or hoping to become an Enclave staff slave. At the risk of looking a gift horse in the mouth, I have to ask. Why would you even bother with me?”
Anthony smiled. “It’s simple really. First, because I see potential in you, and I enjoy exploring a true submissive’s potential. My second reason is more purely personal.” He smiled, his features softening. “Lucia wants you there. And while I may be the Master of her body and soul, she is definitely the Mistress of my heart.”
Tears filled Hannah’s eyes—not of sadness, but because she was moved by his sweet, disarming declaration of love for Lucia. It was that as much as anything that made her say, “Then, yes. Yes, please. I accept your offer.”
Chapter 11
Hannah opened her eyes Sunday morning to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. The first thing she was aware of was intense excitement—the kind she had felt as a child when her parents took the family to Disney World for an entire week.
Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. A glance at the clock told her it was later than she’d thought. She needed to get moving. Hans would be there soon to drive her up to The Enclave.
“Oh, he doesn’t need to do that,” she had protested when Anthony had told her Hans would pick her up. “I can drive my own car.”
“You could,” Anthony had agreed. “But in order to enjoy a more authentic experience, I recommend you allow Hans to retrieve you. Though it’s only symbolic, since of course you may leave The Enclave at any time, not having your own vehicle at your disposal is a first step in giving up control. You are, quite literally, putting yourself completely in our hands.”
“I guess that makes a certain kind of sense,” Hannah replied. Not to mention, she hated driving narrow, winding mountain roads.
