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He cut her off with a sharp shake of the head. “A slave girl doesn’t offer excuses. She acknowledges her mistake and accepts whatever her Master deems is the appropriate response.”
A play of emotions moved over Hannah’s pretty face—part indignation, part fear, part contrition. To her credit, however, she pressed her lips together and gave a quick nod.
“I’m not going to punish you,” he added, amused at the nearly comical look of relief that flashed over her features. “You’ll be feeling those welts Lawrence gave you for a little while longer. That should be enough of a reminder.”
Letting go of her shoulders, he took a step back. “I think you’ve had enough communal play for tonight. Let’s go upstairs.”
He led her out of the dungeon and up to his suite. Once inside the room, he shut the door. Hannah appeared to be pretty wiped out. After the intensity of the session, she was probably experiencing some degree of sub drop. A little TLC was in order.
Mason retrieved two bottles of chilled water from the small refrigerator he kept in the play area. He handed Hannah one and took the other for himself. As she sipped hers, he suggested, “How about a nice hot bath?”
“That would be wonderful, Sir,” Hannah agreed.
In the bathroom, he said, “You may use the toilet if you wish while I get the water going.”
Unlike earlier that day, this time she readily sat on the toilet. Mason smiled to himself, thinking how quickly she was learning. Maybe five days would be enough, after all. If nothing else, it would be a very good beginning. He could refine her skills and obedience over time…
While she peed, he turned on the tap to fill the tub. As an afterthought, he grabbed a bottle of bath oil and poured some into thewater. Deciding he might as well seize the moment, Mason picked up his toothbrush.
When Hannah emerged from the toilet, he said through a mouthful of toothpaste, “Might as well do your teeth too since we’re in for the night.”
With a nod, she approached the sinks. When she was done with her ablutions, Hannah performed that most sub-like of gestures. Facing the full-length mirror on the back of the linen closet door, she turned around and twisted back to see her ass.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed softly to herself.
“You look like a bona fide slave girl with those welts and bruises,” Mason said, grinning. “You should be proud of yourself.”
When she turned back to him, her face was a study in contrasts, part delighted, part horrified. “I am proud,” she declared, lifting her chin. “But I’m also kind of freaked out. I mean, the welts look so…so brutal.”
He noted the omission of Master or Sir, but let it pass. She’d had a very long day, all things considered. They could focus more on protocol training going forward. Instead, he said, “That word—brutal. It evokes something very negative in my mind—something harsh and cruel. Does itfeelbrutal to you, Hannah? Does it feel wrong, like something done to you against your will, without your consent, without your desire?”
She was quiet a long moment, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she said, “No. If I’m totally honest, it feels kind of…amazing.Ifeel kind of amazing. Empowered.” She flashed one of those dimpled smiles.
Mason smiled back, delighted with her. “Spoken like a true sub girl. Just think of those marks as badges of submissive courage. And enjoy them while they last,” he added with a chuckle. “With Aubrey’s magic salve, you’ll barely notice them by tomorrow.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” she replied, twisting back once again to peer at herself.
“Not to worry,” Mason quipped. “I’ll be adding new ones—you can count on it.”
He returned to the tub, which was nearly full. “Climb in,” he said, turning off the tap. “The water’s fine.”
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Hannah eased herself carefully into the steaming water, her bottom still quite tender from the caning. The water surrounded her as she settled back against the curved contours of the tub. With a satisfied sigh, she rested her head against the built-in headrest and closed her eyes.
The endorphin-based high from the powerful orgasm coupled with the caning had started to ebb, leaving behind a bone-deep but not unpleasant exhaustion. The soothing scent of lavender mingled with the steam rising above the tub. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fall asleep right there in the water…
“You look so comfortable,” Mason said in that deep rumble of his that was definitely growing on her. “I think I’ll join you.”
Hannah’s eyes flew open, her lethargy falling away. She watched, wide-eyed as he casually removed his sexy leather vest. He had a big barrel chest covered in dark curly chest hair. She noticed that the top of his left pec was inked with a detailed tattoo composed of shapes and symbols that radiated from the center outward in a circular pattern.
As he toed off his boots and reached for his leather pants, Hannah forgot all about the tattoo. She forgot how to breathe. His eyes fixed on hers, he unzipped the pants and pulled them down his legs, along with his underwear.
Heat she couldn’t blame on the bath suffused Hannah’s face as she took in the man’s naked form. Her nipples stiffened beneath the water, her cunt tightening. Holy hell, he was built.
Mason was a big man, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. It was muscle—solid muscle. His semi-erect cock was in proportion with the rest of him—long and thick. She tried not to gawk—and failed.
“Like what you see?” he said with a chuckle.
