James
She kneels, looking down. Naked, her long hair swinging, she is the very image of the perfect sub.
“At the end of that first week,” she says, “I told you that you would always be my Master. That hasn't changed.”
Despite myself, my lips quirk. “Is that right? There to do my bidding and obey me, no matter what?”
She looks up at me, then away again, spots of pink on her cheekbones. “I… disobeyed you. Master. And I’m so sorry for….”
I lift her chin with a finger. “You're not really a sub. You’re no Beth. The two of you are not remotely the same. And when it comes down to it, I wouldn’t want that. You are what you are: loyal, disobedient when it suits you, brave, rash, intelligent, and quite frankly, half-loco sometimes, but mine.”
She swallows. “I’m never sure if I’m pleasing you,
