“Red,” you gasp out. “Red, please –”
“Yes, Mistress.” He lets go of your hair instantly.
You put a hand to your mouth, and rise fractionally. There’s so much you don’t understand and can’t explain. How can you be so turned on when it feels so wrong?
“I can take you back to the main hallway now. We have extra clothes for you –” he says, looking down at you, eyes that were raging with l**t now full of concern.
You shake your head. You don’t want to leave yet, you just need space to figure out what’s going on.
“It’s all so confusing,” you say aloud.
He smiles down at you gently. “It’s supposed to be.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You don’t have to get it. You only need to know if you like it or not.” He shakes his head in a comforting fashion. “Not everything is worth examining.”
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