CELESTE’S POV
I stand quietly at the sideline, watching Nyssa with confusion etched in my features. Why on earth did she call me here? What was she trying to prove by making me watch?
As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one stuck in the dark. Syzar’s voice echoed, “What is she doing here?” His words held a venom clearly directed at me. I bit my inner cheek to keep calm.
His eyes spoke volumes of his distaste for me, but the memory of being spanked still burned across my skin. I watched, hoping that whatever Nyssa was up to, I would be long dismissed before it began.
I was wrong.
“Oh, Alpha, since this slave will be overseeing your pleasure as your toy, I wanted her to witness the real pleasure I give you. I wanted her to learn from me, and I wanted her to see how good we are together,”
