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“Yeah,” Hannah agreed, hugging her clothing to her chest.
“Boy, I remember my first time,” Jaime said with a rueful grin. “Master Julian and Master Mark took several of us trainees out on a hike. We were only allowed boots, backpacks and hats. I was constantly looking around, certain some random hikers were going to appear on the path and call the cops or something.”
“Did they? Appear, I mean?” Hannah asked, wondering how she would react in that situation.
“Nah,” Jaime said. “Which was a good thing, since Master Julian strung me up between two trees and used a violet wand on me. Talk about an electrifying experience,” she added with a laugh.
“Wow,” Hannah breathed, both shocked and thrilled at this information. It brought home yet again how easy she had it in comparison to the actual trainees. Or at least how easy she’dhadit, until she’d agreed to this new contract. “I can’t even imagine.”
Jaime grinned. “Sure you can. You’re Angelique Rose, after all. You have an awesome imagination. I’ve read all your books.”
“You’re too kind,” Hannah replied, embarrassed but pleased.
“You know your next novel has to be about The Enclave, right?” Jaime continued. “Of course, you’ll have to change the names to protect the guilty,” she added with a laugh.
“The thought has occurred to me,” Hannah replied, her fingers suddenly longing for a keyboard. “Anthony has already endorsed the idea, as long as I show him the manuscript before publishing.”
“Makes sense,” Jaime agreed “While this place isn’t exactly a secret, we do value our privacy.” She touched Hannah’s arm. “We better get moving. Master Mason says you’re to collect the rest of your things and bring them up to his suite. You do realize we will require full details onhow the heck you managed that,” she added with a laugh.
“I’m not even sure I know,” Hannah admitted.Or exactly how I feel about it.
Jaime gestured for Hannah to precede her. As Hannah stepped past her, Jaime exclaimed, “Someone got lucky. Or was that punishment?”
“Huh?” Hannah asked, turning back toward Jaime, confused.
“Your butt,” Jaime said, grinning. “You’ve got a couple of nice bruises there.”
“I do?” Hannah reached back with her free hand to touch her bare bottom. She was part thrilled, part horrified. “It was a punishment,” she admitted, feeling sheepish. “Though he set me up,” she added indignantly.
“Don’t they always?” Jaime replied with a laugh.
As they made their way down the stairs leading to the slave quarters, Jaime said, “The change in your training contract has lit The Enclave grapevine on fire, I’ll have you know. Everybody’s buzzing about it.”
“They are?” Hannah said, mildly alarmed by this information. No way could she live full-time in a place like this, where everyone knew your business before you did. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“That’s what we’re dying to find out, girlfriend.”
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Hannah saw Lucia curled into one of the chairs. She held her phone in her hands, thumbs flying. As they approached, she looked up and smiled. “There she is. Our newest slave trainee.”
Hannah dropped her clothing on the loveseat and sat down. Jaime flopped down beside her. Hannah picked up one of the throw pillows between them and hugged it to her chest.
Lucia’s phone dinged with the sound of an incoming text. As she glanced down at her phone, Jaime asked, “Who’re you texting, Lucia? Is everything all right with your daughter?”
Lucia smiled. “Everything’s great with her. That’s not who I’m texting with. It’s Lia.”
“Lia,” Hannah exclaimed, remembering the poor girl’s tears of the day before. “Is she okay? Where is she?”
Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen Lia since their talk. She hadn’t been at lunch, now that Hannah thought about it. She had been so distracted and self-conscious by all the attention she’d received that she hadn’t thought to question Lia’s absence.
“She left The Enclave very early this morning,” Lucia said. “Hans drove her back down to Asheville. This is the first chance I’ve had to connect with her. She’s feeling very conflicted at the moment. She has a lot of external pressures we didn’t know about when she entered the program. She has stuff she needs to work out, so this decision was probably for the best.”
“Poor Lia,” Hannah said, recalling the girl’s sobs the evening before. “I know she was having a hard time.”
“It was a struggle for her from the beginning,” Lucia agreed. “She was pretty much in non-stop trouble since she arrived at The Enclave.”
“Yeah,” Jaime agreed, shaking her head. “She’s such a tough little cookie. I sometimes wondered if she wasn’t more Domme than sub. She’s definitely a hardcore masochist. She could take anything the Masters dished out, and only ask for more. Even if she had been allowed a safeword, that girl would never have used it. I was in awe, to tell you the truth.”
“Which is all well and good,” Lucia said. “But masochism is only part of the equation for an Enclave slave. True submission from the heart is an essential. And while I believe Lia has the potential to embrace submission, she resisted it at every turn. It’s why she was constantly being punished—she was holding back that part of herself.”
