Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Rhapsody looked around her and saw the other girls actually tugging the necklines of their dresses down to show more of their cleavage. Her gaze then drifted back to the marquis, who appeared unmindful of her presence.
Her, Rhapsody!
His pet and, more importantly, his heartkeeper!
Her!
And it was then a burst of intuition seized her, and Rhapsody's hands quickly flew up to cover her mouth lest she ended up gasping out loud.
Her current therapist, in one of their latter sessions, had taught Rhapsody a rather nifty trick when she was confronted by any unfamiliar emotion.
First, a checklist: a desire to monopolize a person one had a relationship with, an inexplicable dislike towards members of the same sex, a sudden rise of volatile feelings...
Second, a comparison: she went through her mental database of emotions and their most commonly known symptoms. Which emotion had a list of symptoms that best matched what she had identified?
Third, an analysis: only one emotion was a near-perfect match.
She! Was! Jealous!
The realization had Rhapsody's dark eyes darting towards the professor - er, she meant the marquis - and as if sensing her gaze, her Master turned towards her at that exact moment.
Their eyes met, and Rhapsody did not even pause to think twice.
She bit her lip. Hard. And for far longer than three seconds.
Without missing a beat, Mihail addressed the class, saying, "To better illustrate what it means to be a perfect pet, I would need a volunteer—-"
The other students already had their hands raised in the air even before the marquis had finished speaking, and in their giddy eagerness, they were blind to the fact that the marquis only had eyes for one of them.
"Lady Norwood?"
The whole class fell into an abrupt, stunned silence, and even Rhapsody was shocked rigid in her seat.
"Come forward, please."
A gentlemanly invitation, but oh, those green eyes of his said differently, with the way his gaze was actually smirking at her!
What a wicked, wicked, wicked Master, and oh, how her knees trembled as she slowly forced herself to her feet.
Chapter Ten
It began with an ache in his groin and a tightening of muscles. From there, it moved to his cock, heat and lust feeding the greedy, throbbing beast between his legs until it made a rigidly enormous impression against his pants. And all of this unfolded almost at the same amount of time it took his pet to cross the room and reach his side.
By the time she reached him, he was flagrantly aroused, and everyone, including Rhapsody herself, was staring at his crotch.
"Milady?"
She looked up right away, her expression turning serious and bookish. She was clearly expecting him to speak to her as a professor would to his student, and it gave him wicked pleasure to prove her wrong. Bending down, he whispered straight to her ear so that his words would only be hers—-
"My cock says hello."
He pulled back and was satisfied to see that she now looked more like a proper pet rather than a bluestocking, with her wide-eyed expression and sweetly blushing cheeks. He was about to turn back to the class when he heard her voice.
"Milord?"
He glanced at her over his shoulder.
"Would you pass the message," his pet asked seriously, "and let it know I am saying hello back?"
And so it was for this reason that the marquis' broad shoulders appeared to be shaking when he finally returned his attention to the other students.
"I'd like to begin our demonstration with a question," Rhapsody heard the marquis address the other girls. "I want to know in particular what you believe is a pet's most important quality."
"Submission," answered one.
"Sex," giggled out another.
Mihail turned to his pet. "And you, milady?"
"Devotion."
The marquis ran his knuckles down her cheek. "That is indeed correct, my smart girl."
A rakehell of the first order, she thought decidedly. Most times, her Master was the model of chivalry and the personification of authority and gravitas, but now he was simply roguish, and truth be told, she found this side of his rather fascinating. She would love to see more of it, never mind if this meant having the other girls constantly throwing dirty looks at her direction. They always did anyway.
The marquis stepped back from Rhapsody and leaned against the edge of the desk, unaware that his pose at that moment had turned him into a dreamy portrait of whimsical infatuation and forbidden desires.
"Devotion is what every Master seeks the most from his pet, but this isn't to say that the previous answers were not correct. They were desirable traits, but neither trait was sufficient in painting the larger picture. Devotion, on the other hand...everything else falls under it. A pet would wish to be submissive because of devotion. She would wish to improve her skills in the bedroom because of devotion. And so if I ask you, ladies, who then defines what constitues devotion..."