Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“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?
Unlike Danielle, whose hands were free and at present appeared to be involved in her frenzied activity between Anthony’s legs, the other girl’s wrists were bound behind her back with black leather cuffs that had been clipped together. Her hands, Hannah observed, were clenched into fists.
Anthony had his head back, his eyes closed in apparent bliss. Lawrence was watching the girl between his knees, his gaze hard. He had his hand on the back of her head. As Lucia and Hannah came closer, Hannah could hear gagging sounds from the girl as he held her in place.
Lucia placed her hand lightly on Hannah’s arm. She touched her lips with her index finger to indicate they should be quiet. With her chin, she gestured toward some nearby floor cushions. Her face calm and serene, Lucia lowered herself effortlessly to one of the cushions.
This kneeling shit needed to stop. Either that or she needed to sign up for a yoga class, pronto. Still, when in Rome… Lifting the hem of the robe so she wouldn’t get caught in it, Hannah got down on her knees.
In that instant, Anthony’s lips parted as a shudder moved through his body. A moment later, he patted the top of Danielle’s head. The girl leaned back on her haunches, her back straight.
Anthony opened his eyes, his gaze fixing on Lucia and Hannah as he tucked himself back into his pants. Without the slightest hint of self-consciousness or guilt, he smiled.
Lawrence, meanwhile, had pushed the girl in front of him from his crotch. Fisting his erect, spit-shiny cock, he aimed it at the poor girl’s face. With a strangled cry, he ejaculated over her face and breasts.
Then he leaned back against the couch cushions, cock still in his hand, a smug, satisfied look on his face. “Lick Lia clean,” he ordered Danielle, confirming Hannah’s guess as to the identity of the girl.
It was like a porn movie happening in real life. Lia shifted on her knees to face Danielle. Hannah could see the ejaculate dripping on her cheeks and small breasts. Danielle appeared perfectly comfortable dipping her head to lick her Master’s spunk from the other girl’s skin. Lia, however, looked positively mutinous.
Hannah was startled by the girl’s expression, which struck her as anything but submissive. Was that why she’d been punished earlier? What was this girl’s story? She would love to find out.