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)
Her inner thighs were damp with her own juices, her clit still throbbing. Her bottom still felt tender from the paddling. She was careful as she adjusted herself on her haunches.
After an hour had passed—or maybe it was more like five minutes—one of the doors finally opened and Mark’s partner, Jaime, appeared. While they had exchanged a few words in passing, Hannah hadn’t yet had a chance to properly get to know Jaime.
She was a very pretty girl with beautiful eyes and long, flowing dark hair. She was naked, too, save her elegant slave collar, nothing like the strip of black leather Hannah wore. Jaime’s collar was made of soft leather dyed a deep blue gray with what looked like a genuine diamond where an O-ring might have been.
Hannah’s eye was drawn to the small silver hearts studded with yet more diamonds that framed Jaime’s cherry-red nipples. The hearts were held in place by thin rods that pierced each nipple, tiny balls on either end. Hannah’s own nipples tingled in sympathy. That had to have hurt. But she couldn’t deny that the result was quite striking.
“Hey, there,” Jaime said, smiling down at Hannah, who felt more than a little ridiculous kneeling on the welcome mat as if she were a package that had just been delivered. “Master Mason sent me to fetch you.”
“Finally,” Hannah breathed, scrabbling to her feet. Grabbing her clothing bundle, she rushed into the front hall.
“Your first time naked outside?” Jaime asked with a grin as she closed the door.
“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’d had it, 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 on how 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?”