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The Master’s legs widened, and my entire body hummed at his loud moan.
“Fuck.Are you trying to make me come so fast? I’m not going to let you. I’m going to savor this. Fuck.”
I bit my lip, aware that his question was the truth. Although I was enjoying myself, I knew where this was going. I could feel his personality shifting. It was only a matter of time before it did, and the last thing I wanted was to be in the position I was now.
I’d keep my eyes on my Master.
And I’d wait….
Master B-1901
Seven days. Seven!
No episode. No headaches. It was as if confessing my truth to Elec had set it free. I felt like a new man. As if the smallest part of the real me still existed somewhere in the scrambled mess of what-ifs. But where there were questions…there was no sign of an answer. Only peace. Only happiness.Only Melissa trying her best to talk to me.This was the second day the Mistress had come, and she was getting more impatient each time.
“Brad, I know you’re in there. Open the door. That’s two appointments you’ve missed now.Two.”
I nodded at ninety-one. She was standing by the door, waiting for my command.
“Braddock, don’t make me get the guards. You’re clearly in violation of your Garden’s agreement. These appointments are mandatory. If you don’t open the door, you’ll leave me no choice.”
“My Master is not taking visitors today. He’ll continue his appointments with the Main Master from here on out. If you have any questions, I suggest you take it up with the Main Master.”
Silence.
“I’m afraid hearing this from a slave isn’t going to cut it. If Brad wants another doctor, he needs to tell me to my face.”
At my step forward, my slave’s hand shot up.
“The Main Master told you not to face her.”
“What is she going to do? Hypnotize me right here at the door?”
“She may.”
My lips twisted as my head tilted.
“No one is that good. Besides, she won’t have enough time.”
“And if she manages the impossible?”
I took in the worry behind light blue eyes.
“I have you. You won’t let her hurt me, will you?”
“I won’t let her hurt you.”
The seriousness had me slowing.
“Brad.Master Nineteen-oh-one. I’m asking nicely. Open this door.”
Melissa’s voice sent my teeth grinding. My slave stepped out of the way, and I swung open the barrier with every ounce of hatred that continued to fester in my body. I met her narrowed, angry eyes head-on, not backing down as I let my own fury shine through. Her mouth opened but I cut her off.
“You’re fired.”
As fast as I’d opened the door, I slammed it shut right in her face. The loud bang into the metal barrier had me looking back over my shoulder as I headed towards my sectional. With the automatic lock and no key card, it was impossible for her to get in.
“You can’t fire me! Braddock.Braddock Amell, open this fucking door. You’re going to hear me. You’ll hear everything I have to say.Braddock Amell Pierce!”