The Donovans' Challenge

Emily flopped against the front door. Her whole body seemed to sigh with relief. Finals were over. Three months of summer, no books, no studies, and no neglecting Noah. Hector called from the living room. "Emlee, Emlee. Come mere." The African Grey parrot greeted her every she entered the house or room or any other time he caught a glimpse of his best friend. "Hiya, Hector. Guess who has some time to spend with you?" She went to his cage and scratched the back of his head he offered. "How's my baby bird?" I'll be back. I need something to drink." She headed toward the kitchen, but an envelop propped against a vase on the dining room table snagged her attention. Reaching for the envelop with her name in Noah's handwriting on the outside, she noticed a second envelop with "Linnea," written on the outside. She was Linnea when she came to Noah or actually Master Donovan to learn to be a slave. The best slave she'd told him. So much had changed. Master Donovan was Mr. Donovan as in Mr. and Mrs. Donovan now. She opened the one addresses to Emily. My dear Emily I'm so proud of you. I know you aced your exams. You worked so hard to be the best and like in everything you do, I know you will be tops in your class when you get your degree next year. But until then, I'm so happy to have you to myself for a short time. I love you Noah. Her heart swelled. She loved him so much. He's the one who pushed her to pursue her dream to receive a degree in animal science. Despite the long hours of study and labs, he never once complained of her nose in a book or exams or even the field studies that took her away from him. She reached for the second envelop and slipped her nail under the flap to retrieve the second message. Linnea I've been far too lenient on you of late. It's time we return to the basics. I fear you've forgotten your training. This weekend, we will spend the entire weekend evaluating, expanding, and exploring. I will not be swayed. You will return to being a slave and serving Master Donovan. I will be home at 5:30. I expect you to be waiting in proper position. Master Donovan. Linnea shivered all the way to her thighs. The ached between her legs grew each time she reread the note. When she was Linnea, her first session with Master Donovan terrified and thrilled her at the same time. He was relentless in perfection. Stern in his direction. And generous with his rewards. She glanced through the dining room doorway to the kitchen and clock on the microwave. 4:45. "s**t, I don't have much time. Sorry Hector. Duty calls." Rushing to their bedroom, she saw another note on the bed. Your room is next door. Remember? Oh, they were really going back in time. A major orgasm waited impatiently.