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Chapter One: This Day

Molly paused in the e to hurl the instrument across the room Breathe in, breathe out Master wants this You serve your Master Suck it up

This was all Mephisto’s fault If he was here right now, she’d happily smash her violin over his head Master hadn’t been after Molly to ione to stay with Master Mephisto for a week Then, suddenly, after a few s with Mephisto, her Master had decided she needed to put herhim

The thing was, Molly was perfectly happy just serving him She hadn’t understood her Master’s sudden desire to “broaden her horizons” as he put it It sounded suspiciously like soht say Master had finally decided Molly should apply herself to learning an instrus Molly had suggested the triangle or taht her a violin A thirty thousand dollar violin

Talk about pressure

Sure, Master liked to spoil her, but a thirty thousand dollar violin was a little over the top, especially since she’d never played an instru, both for Molly and Master She lived to please him, but in this, she fell short Even teekly lessons with a violinist from the City Orchestra couldn’t inject any talent into her cluers Her failure was a constant pain, eive up When she finally realized he wouldn’t let her bail out, she did slowly start to get better

Noo years later, she was adequate at the instruh for Master

Thanks, Mephisto

Of course, when Master took her to Mephisto’s elite BDSM club, the irksooing It worried her that her Master and Mephisto reether She i more than pos in which they plotted ways to drive her insane The violin in her hands was proof enough of that

“Girl!” Mrs Jernigan yelled from downstairs “You can leave off that infernal racket It’s five o’clock”

Molly turned to the door and squelched the urge to rouchy old housekeeper couldn’t see her anyway, and Master wouldn’t like it He preferred that she behave with grace and decorue that childish or petty behavior was strictly punished, usually with a cane She would have to stand and listen to a sharp, emphatic lecture, then describe exactly what she’d done to be punished for She always felt two inches tall as he glared through her recitation Then, he’d deliver the brisk co with ten red stripes across her ass, she’d have to stand and thank hi her

Well, sincerity was never a proble hand, even when it hurt her so badly she couldn’t sit down It was her behavior that troubled her, like her iot home, she’d have to admit she’d lost her temper in practice, that she’d wanted to sifted her with How spoiled of her She deserved to be punished for it

At least she hadn’t ain, like nails on a chalkboard All right Damn Now she’d made a face It wasn’t her best day, but Master accepted all her weaknesses, corrected them, and moved on Perhaps later, if he saw fit to punish her and she took it well, he would reward her with sex Molly loved when her Master h or hurt her Just as often, he was gentle and attentive He loved to make her come

Molly carried the violin to its case and carefully laid it within the velvet lining It was valued at thirty thousand dollars, sure, but it was priceless to her, because it had been a gift from her Master, just like the slined to pass for a piece of jewelry to the vanilla world, but it was soshe wore on a day-to-day basis, the only thing she wanted to wear Her Master wanted her bare to his gaze, so that’s how she was happiest She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn clothes in the house Perhaps at Clayton’s annual holiday party a couple o Her yearly opportunity to be snubbed and side-eyed by his vicious, holier-than-thou family

Ugh, rong with her today? Another transgression to confess—nasty thoughts about his sisters and their jerky husbands, and his stodgy old ree with her that his faenteel to think such thoughts Wow, she was going to get her ass beaten

She closed the violin case and proceeded resolutely downstairs, before Mrs Jernigan could screaain in her abrasive voice The housekeeper took her arently as soon as she arrived For a tiny worip

“It’s about ti around today?”

Why not? Molly thought silently as Mrs Jernigan nudged her onto the scale On top of everything else Molly had to confess to hian could measure her waist and hips with her tape measure The housekeeper recorded all these nuer kept in a desk by the kitchen door Molly didn’t think Master ever looked at it, but she knew if she deviated froan would be the first to let hiure had ree Perhaps because her Master also controlled how and when she exercised and what she ate

Mht Her favorite She alway

s dined alone earlier in the evening, so she could focus all her attention on him once he arrived home It was important Her Master worked hard, sometiether she dedicated co him, which in turn pleased Molly It wasn’t only his authority she loved He was handsome too, fit for a fifty year old, with a full head of blond hair that barely showed any gray He was tall, with light blue eyes that could be hard as ice or warm as a balmy summer day

Molly took slow bites, chewing, thinking a little sadly that she’d probably receive so the violin She would have to practice harder She would promise Master after he punished her, when he let herbetter, that she would practice twice as hard going forward to ht co else, he was merciful He accepted her as she hich hy she loved him so much it hurt her sometimes Literally hurt her She’d lie in bed beside him—if she’d been permitted to sleep in his bed—or on her pallet on the floor if she wasn’t, and ache with love for him

It was like her life was split into two sections, before Master and after Master She’d met her Master when she was in her early twenties She was thirty now, but her years of courtship and ht about, not her previous life Her previous life was like so a little more each year

The duck was delicious, as always Molly took a few bites of salad and drank the h she didn’t like it It was Friday and Master would be home soon A whole weekend with him She hoped he didn’t have to work over the weekend, but if he did, she’d deal with it She’d use the time to practice!

Mrs Jernigan poked her head in, her glance clearly broadcasting that she thought Molly was “dawdling” again But Master liked when Molly ate slowly and sedately Sometimes he’d take her out to an expensive restaurant and it was like being in heaven for two or three hours They’d linger over course after course, wine and coffee and dessert, and he would give her that look across the table, that look that expressed such mastery and ownership, but kindness and sexiness too

Molly placed her napkin beside her plate Mrs Jernigan came in to clear the table and take the plates back to the cook, ould then turn around and begin preparing Master’s dinner Molly heard that Master paid the cook a lot He probably paid Mrs Jernigan a lot too, to keep quiet about the lifestyle they shared “Hurry, girl,” the old wo with that hair of yours Then you can read in the living room until your Master’s on the way up”

Master always buzzed Mrs Jernigan when he got to the lobby of their building so Molly would know to get in position to greet him at the door It was her absolute favorite ti!” and Molly would put away her book and hurry over to the foyer to kneel the way he’d taught her Legs spread, hands in her lap, head bowed submissively A slave pose, but to her, it was her Master’s pose “Why do you ith your legs spread, girl?” he would quiz her sometimes

“Because s to you, Master,” she’d answer “All of it”

“And why do you bow your head?”