I continued to place small kisses on her instep, mortified by her words but having no desire her to let her into that secret.
“Are you not honoured?” she asked from above, knowing the answer before asking the question and simply using her knowledge of it to twist the knife of emasculation in deeper.
“Y-Yes, Malkin,” I managed to mutter through lips made suddenly dry by the prospect of what I suspected my ‘service’ to the ‘Master’ would consist. “It is indeed an honour.”
“Yes. That is as it should be. There can be no more of that silly pretence upon your part from now on. We both have our places, you as well as I, and it is imperative that we acknowledge and do our best fulfil the roles assigned us to the best of our abilities. I have no desire to turn your head with praise, but I would
