Meeting Her Master by Breanna Hayse

his jeans. He had never desired to claim a woman as much as he did at that moment, and the site of her virgin asshole made him restless. He needed relief.
    “Go to sleep. Good night,” he said abruptly, patting her back as he stood.
    “Are you mad at me for something?” Dahlia panted, glazed eyes staring at him before dropping to the bulge of his straining pole against the denim of his jeans. She licked her lips.
    “Nope. Just reminding you who is in charge.” With a peck on the top of her head, he was gone.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Dahlia pouted, pacing the floor as she waited for Mrs. Alonso. It was her second week at the hacienda and she had not seen hide or hair of Blake since he had brought her to orgasm that night and then left her. She had kept her promise, leaving him voice messages regarding her plans, only to find herself canceling them last minute for reasons she could not explain. She began to act out, hoping to gain his attention. Her actions only succeeded in earning her extra work and, now, this summons by the hacienda ’ s headmistress.
    Dahlia could not explain her distain for Mrs. Alonso if her life depended on it. Everything about the woman irritated her. She had hoped that, by throwing the last tantrum, it would earn her a session with Blake. She had not expected to be called to the house manager ’ s private office. She turned as Mrs. Alonso entered, her dark hair pinned in a neat bun, and dressed in a sharply pressed and starched black dress that, unlike the other staff uniforms, was tailored to compliment her curvaceous body. She wore high black heels that added length and curve to her shapely calves, and her slender neck was adorned with a silver chain bearing a lock.
    The woman strolled across the room like a runway model, poised and confident. She stared at the window for a moment before turning to the scowling young woman.
    “Would you care to explain yourself, Miss Covington?”
    “Not really. I want to speak to Blake and…”
    “Master Blake has left instructions that you are under my care until further notice. You deliberately broke the Quechan Indian vase in the foyer. Explain yourself.”
    “It was not deliberate, I…”
    “Picked it up, held it out, and dropped it to the floor. Several staff members witnessed this. Such childish behavior is unacceptable in this house and will not be tolerated.”
    “I am not afraid of you.” Dahlia glared at the other woman. “There is nothing you can do to me that would bother me.”
    “If you are trying to provoke me to strike you, I must advise you that you will fail. I do, however, have other means of making you more respectful.” Mrs. Alonso pressed the intercom button on her phone. “Please send in the twins.”
    Dahlia frowned as two large men entered the room. Except for their hair color, they were identical in every way. Including the sardonic expressions on their faces.
    Mrs. Alonso gestured toward Dahlia. “Take her to the bath house and prepare her for cleansing.”
    “Cleansing? What do you mean? Hey! Get your grubby paws off me, you jerks.”
    Dahlia was dragged down the corridor and to the adobe house that held Blake ’ s dungeon. Instead of entering through the front door, she was taken to the back and led inside a room filled with medical equipment and gynecological furnishings. She fought the hold of the two men as they half-dragged, half-carried her into an adjoining room that was tiled from floor to ceiling. Various hoses and showering devices hung over wall faucets, and Dahlia froze before a rack of both known and unknown instruments. She did not like what this was suggesting.
    “You are to release me his instant! I told him no medical play!” she ordered, powerless against their strength. Neither answered her as one held her immobile while the other stripped her of all clothing. Her wrists were bound together in front of her body and she was stretched lengthwise over a cold vinyl bench that looked much like a pommel