Byron was dealing with something every parent has to deal with sooner or later: an adolescent become a headstrong young adult. That comes with risks at any rate, but for a family of slavers, the risks were worst than most. Even with his own father forced to live abroad out of reach of extradition, he'd been lucky so far — things could go much worse for a trainer who underestimates a girl.
When Dane saw Ana coming on command, taking degradation and pain like a pro, and responding meekly to the idea that she'd spend her life as a slave, he'd just seen a natural submissive showing her gifts. And he wasn't wrong — not entirely. Ana fell into the role naturally. There was some part of her that liked it, and she accepted that part almost instinctively.
Those kinds of girls could be the most dangerous.
Training a girl who fought back was straightforward, because she experienced a conflict: either she'd escape, or she'd be broken and enslaved. All a trainer had to do was be consistent, apply sufficient rewards and punishments, and sooner or later, she'd be his entirely.
But if a girl took to the submission too easily, it might not conflict with her desire for freedom. She'd simply fall into her role as completely as she could, until she found just the right opportunity to attack or escape. And her hapless master, thinking her broken to his will, wouldn't even see it coming
Byron hadn't seen Ana's act of rebellion, but he'd seen her soon afterwards. She didn't act like a girl who'd been recently thwarted by someone she desperately wanted to escape, but like a bystander to her own actions, baffled that she'd ever resisted at all.
He worried her next rebellion would be cleverer and better thought out. Her luscious, helpless sensuality seemed to hide a kind of sang froid, and Dane was falling for it entirely. Byron didn't want to intervene more than necessary, but he was damned if he'd let the two of them get caught because his boy was too infatuated to listen.
The boy had good instincts at least. He'd picked up on Ana's triggers quickly, and had done a great job of harnessing her desire to protect her friends to deepen her submission and cooperation. But it all just felt a little too easy to Byron, and that made him nervous.
He quietly descended the stairs, and switched the light on in the living room. Ana's beautiful body twitched gently in the frame, her breasts and belly undulating, and her breath whistling through the nose holes in the hood. In the quiet of the room, he could just barely make out the buzz of the vibrator, rising and falling, but could follow it in the subtle motions of her body.
