They smile at us and he holds the chair out for her as she sits. “Severen what am I?”
“My Master,” I answer automatically. He stroked my back as I try to regain my breath. His eyes flicker towards me, but he says nothing as I chew my breakfast. To give him the pleasure he had just gifted me this morning. I control you. “Come here,” he said huskily. “We’re about all done. I heard a rumble under my ear and felt him shaking and I lifted my head up peering at him inquisitively as he laughed. I glide back up squeezing him on the way up, again barely scrape my nails over his sensitive head, before I squeeze and glide it back down. My mouth open, but no words come out. He grabbed a handful of my reddish brown mane and pulled. “What does that mean to you?”
I glance up not sure what he means. Luckily, in this home Jarl Veston likes his girls near him so we’re allowed at the table.
