Okay. So, this was unexpected. Ari on her knees, gifting a pair of her panties caused heat to stir deep within Dylan. They had done little in the realm of BDSM, though she had been easing Ari toward servitude, having her wait on her and others. The urge to take Ari right on her desk flashed into her mind as she glanced over her shoulder to see if that was even possible on the small desk. No, that would not be on the menu for the evening. Dylan resolved to put Ari’s training ahead of her own desire to break her. And break her, she wanted to do.
Before Dylan could even process what the comment meant, Ari said, “I want you to teach me how to work the floor, Boss.”
With her lips pressed together, Dylan hid the defeat welling up inside. She had hoped it would take Ari longer to spread her wings or thighs. But that was the job. Ari was a submissive, expected to work the floor along with the other girls, and Dylan needed to train her. Nothing more. Still, Dylan felt a smidgen of sadness knowing this woman wanted more than her. She needed to channel this feeling elsewhere. Ari was a blank slate, and Dylan could paint this nude canvas in warm colors of submission for the perverse world of Adytum.
“Wow! This is an unexpected development. Only a week ago, you were begging me to scrub toilets for a living, and now you’re asking to be fed to the lionesses. Ripped apart at the seams. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
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