He yanked her head harder. Dont get angry with me, b***h!
She wilted instantly. Im sorry, sir.
Youd better be. Your future depends on what you do right now.
Yes, sir.
And blaming me for your mistakes is not a good way to start.
Yes, sir.
Maybe you could use your brain and tell me what would have averted your fall from grace?
If Id never come here, she replied.
That was not an option, slave. And because he thought she was being flip, his fingers tightened inside her hair. She softened once again.
If I remembered who I was, she answered.
As a slave, what is the protocol for your position in another masters house?
I dont know, sir.
Guess then! What would an unfailingly, perfect slave do with desire roaring out of control?
Stopped the scene, Regan
