Loathe to Love Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Loathe to Love Ch. 05

... know. Now, get dressed and meet me in my study." She exited my--our--room.

After a massive yawn and a full body stretch, I tumbled out of bed and did as she asked. I kept my outfit simple, as asking servants to help me dress felt strangely...wrong, given my unique circumstances. A plain white dress and flats would do fine, with a little pink satin bow in my hair for color.

Natalia was waiting for me in her study, a silhouette standing tall before the bright morning sun. I entered with light steps, cowed into caution by her powerful presence. My eyes darted back and forth between her and a sturdy wooden chair on my side of the room.

She nodded. "You may sit."

Butterflies danced in my stomach as I sat down. I hadn't even realized I'd been seeking her permission--it had just come naturally. I grinned in wonder, my hands clasping and fidgeting in my lap. Such a silly, insignificant moment, and yet it made me feel a rush of pride. Like I was not only capable of being hers, but also meant for it.

Natalia hummed in approval at my reaction, her eyes greedily taking in every detail of me they could. She stepped forward. "Good morning, kitten."

"Morning."

She cleared her throat. "I've found that in the training I've done, hound or soldier, clarity and consistency are key. You make sure they understand what the rule is, and then you allow no exceptions to it. I imagine training a kitten is no different." She began to pace the room, her even steps nonetheless ...

... thrumming with nervous energy.

I felt that nervousness as well, but tried to push it down. Natalia had clearly taken time to consider and choose these words, and I wanted to respect her effort with my full attention--even if the content of said words felt eerily similar to other speeches I'd received before. This time would be different, I reminded myself. I could do this.

"To that end, I'm going to introduce several rules over the course of the next week or so. If you break them, you will be punished--lightly on a first offense, then more harshly over time. Any questions?" She turned toward me with her whole body, her boots aligning in perfect parallel.

My heartbeat quickened, even though I knew there wouldn'tbe any punishments because I was going to behave correctly. I wished my suddenly clammy palms and dry mouth understood as much.

"No questions," I murmured.

Natalia looked me up and down, her brow furrowing. "Is everything..." Her feet shifted, skewing one of her boots ever so slightly.

"I'm fine. Thank you. I didn't mean to interrupt." I relaxed my posture by force, shifting my shoulders back and uncrossing my tightly wound legs.

"Are you...right. The rules, then." She patted the pockets of her jerkin, then spent nearly an entire minute hunched over rummaging through desk drawers with a nasty habit of jamming. By the time she finally retrieved what she was looking for--a small, leather-bound journal--her face was bright red. "Yes. Okay. Rule one: You will ...