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“Please, Sir,” she gasped, forcing her hand to still so she didn’t lose it. “I’m about to come.”
Please let me, please let me, please let me…
“Stop at once,” Hans ordered, as she’d known he would.
Determined to be a good girl, she obeyed, biting back her sigh.
“Because you disobeyed the first time, you will now lift your dress so your bottom is on the leather. Bunch your dress at your waist and spread your legs wide. Then you will place your hands on your head. You will remain in that position until we arrive at the compound.”
Seriously?
She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself quiet. This was far more embarrassing than jerking herself off in the back seat of a car. The fact that he was gay didn’t make it any better. In some ways it made it worse. There was no voyeuristic thrill in it for him. It was all about the humiliation.
If you can’t do this, you might as well accept his offer to take you home. You know good and well this is a piece of cake compared to what’s in store for you, however modified the training might be. Stop being a wuss. Channel your own submissive heroines. Be brave and determined. You can do anything you set your mind to.
Thus fortified by her internal pep talk, Hannah drew in a deep breath and let it out. Her gaze sliding away from his, she lifted her hips again and pulled her dress up so her bare bottom rested on the soft leather upholstery. Face so hot she was actually sweating, she bunched her dress as directed, leaned back in the seat and spread her legs.
“Better,” Hans said, flashing a perfect smile. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Uh. Yes. It absolutely was.
“No, Sir,” she said aloud, determined to see this through.
With a grunt, Hans turned forward and eased the car back onto the road. They were both silent for the rest of the drive.
Chapter 12
Hans pulled the sedan to a stop in front of the imposing building that housed The Enclave. While Hannah climbed out of her seat, Hans popped the trunk and hoisted her bags onto one shoulder. She smoothed down her dress, keenly aware of her lack of panties beneath.
As Hans came around the car, she saw he had something in his hands.
“This is your slave collar.” He held up a thin black collar with O-rings, identical to the collars the slave trainees had worn at the party. “You will wear it for the duration of your stay here, except when given permission to remove it. Please lean your head forward and lift your hair so I may buckle it in place.”
Both thrilled and a little unnerved, Hannah did as she was told. A shiver of excitement shuddered through her as he buckled the collar around her neck. As she lifted her head, she saw he also held what looked like a dog’s leash. Her heart thumped as he clipped the leash to her collar and gave it a small tug.
“When we get to the front door,” Hans informed her, “you will kneel and wait for someone to retrieve you.” She allowed herself to be led up the stone walkway, which was flanked by a beautifully maintained, lush lawn.
At the large double doors of the entrance, Hans stopped and tugged downward on the leash. “Kneel on the mat,” he ordered. As Hannah lowered herself somewhat awkwardly to the large welcome mat, he instructed, “Please place your hands behind your head, fingers laced together. You will wait here in that position while I go get the Masters.”
“I have to stay out here alone?” she asked, her voice squeaky withnerves.
Hans quirked a brow. “If you find this simple command difficult, be glad you are not a true slave in training, Hannah. In that case you would be naked, back arched, knees spread wide, while you waited.”
Hannah’s mouth actually fell open. She was indeed grateful that hadn’t been required, as she almost certainly would have lost her nerve. As it was, she felt incredibly vulnerable kneeling like this with her hands behind her head outside someone’s front door. Thank goodness there were no neighbors around.
Hans squatted so they were eye-to-eye. “You will be fine, Hannah,” he said, his tone kind. “You are here because you choose to be. Don’t forget that. Master Anthony would not have extended his generous offer if he hadn’t seen something of value in you. Stay focused on why you came here and what you hope to achieve.”
Hannah nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Hans. I mean, Sir,” she added with a nervous laugh.
“Hans is fine now that we are home,” he said. Her bags still on his shoulder, he rose to his feet. Opening one of the massive doors, he stepped inside. The door shut behind him with a soft click.
Alone, Hannah considered dropping her arms, which were already getting tired. But she reminded herself of her promise to fully embrace whatever was in store for her. Not to mention, she wouldn’t put it past these people to have some kind of camera trained on her at that very moment.
As she waited, she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh mountain air. She very much liked the feel of the collar around her neck. She wanted to touch it but forced herself to stay in position.
A minute ticked by, and then another. Her knees were getting sore.
“Comeon,” she muttered, jittery with nerves.
