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I could have argued. Maybe I wanted to after the dreams that never made sense. I didn’t. I headed for the drawer to my dresser, grabbing out clothes. When I entered back into the room, my slave was already on her side, hugging to the pillow with her eyes closed. She didn’t open them as I walked into the bathroom, and I didn’t give her mindset another thought.

She wasn’t a threat to me. She wasn’t a trigger I needed to be worried about. Ninety-one was blank.Maybe so was I.

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Routine. A schedule. Menus. During my second day, I learned my new way of life. And on my second day, I watched my Master battle another headache that came and went. It wasn’t constant. It seemed to go away after half an hour of him resting his eyes, but it returned…twice, and it seemed to come even worse after he got done using me.

Using me.

I let the memories of yesterday and this morning replay. Is that what it was? Was he using me?

I couldn’t deny a part of me felt as if he must be. That it was his right. But how could it beusingwhen we both seemed to want each other just as much? My Master couldn’t get enough of touching or tasting me. He stopped eating breakfast this morning just to put me on the table and eat me instead. At least, those had been his words. My calculations said that had to be more than using. He wanted me, and I wanted him. I wanted his arms around me. Then I wanted him kissing me and filling me as he unleashed that brutality that he seemed to love.That I loved.Yes. He wanted me to love it, and perhaps I did.

Bite marks, barely tinging my skin with colors, were fresh on my chest. And my jaw ached from the slaps. He’d evenbusted my lip back open this morning, tearing it even more. He answered with kissing and sucking against the wound. But the kiss that followed. It’d been so full of…

With a wave of my Master’s hand…Braddock’shand, I followed him through a door.

Passion? Want? Was that it? Absolutely. But signals were shooting through my thoughts that said it was more than that. Desperation?

“You brought your slave?”

“Of course I did. She’s to stay at my side at all times.”

“All times…Alright.”

I didn’t slow at the woman’s slightly irritated voice. I stayed next to Braddock, taking in the red-head and the man I knew as the Main Master. I’d seen him in person a few times throughout my training. I watched his instructional videos daily. Speaking. Explaining. My mind knew him like a dear friend. My head tipped in acknowledgement, and he returned my gesture, a slight smile appearing before his attention went to my Master.

“As I stated before, the Main Master is here to observe your appointment. How have you been since I left? Any more episodes?”

Braddock lowered to the small two-seater white velvet sofa. When I went to sit on the floor to the side of his feet, he pulled me down next to him. The Main Master’s head cocked to the side, and his lids lowered as he took in the action. He seemed to be studying my Master, maybe even slightly perplexed.

“Nothing but the headaches.”

The Mistress nodded. “As expected. How often are you experiencing them? Would you say they’ve increased or decreased since our last appointment?”

His lips puckered. “Increased? But not necessarily after the appointment. More since you left my apartment on auction night. Other than that, they mainly surround the episodes.Sometimes before. Sometimes after. Sometimes I’m lucky to get a good week or two in before they come back.”

“Apartment?”

The Mistress glanced at the Main Master at his question.

“Just a quick check-up. I was alerted he bought a new slave. I was never notified he disposed of the last one. I didn’t want him overwhelmed with two.”

“Surely, you weren’t alone.”

“Actually,” she glanced back at him. “I was. I can handle myself, Main Master.”

“That’s beside the point. It’s against protocol. Don’t let it happen again.”

I wasn’t sure if the Mistress enjoyed his order or was forcing the slight smile for appearance’s sake. My Master grabbed my hand, and I looked down, taking back in the Mistress as she kept her stare at our connection. I tried reading her reaction, but it was the familiar, deep voice that drew me from her drawn in features.

“Braddock—”

“Brad.” He glared at the Main Master. “It’s Brad.”

The Main Master paused. More…confusion? “Of course. My apologies. Brad, you’ve been here for a few months. Would you say you enjoy being at the Gardens?”

The grip tightened. “I like it well enough.”