Thank you to everyone following this story, I've really appreciated all your feedback so far. I'm trying to make sure I publish at least every two weeks, but other priorities have a habit of delaying things.
I also wanted to say a massive thank you to those who've helped to edit/proofread this chapter.
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As the carriage wound its way towards the relay port, I stared down at the sleeping angel on my lap. While our new bond was raw, I could feel her presence and sense each part of her body the deeper I delved.
"Master, I remember vividly the first time that happened to me," Scarlett whispered with a pained look from her kneeling position. "She will be sore for days, but the memory will live with her for a long time," she continued while stroking Emily's hair in a caring manner.
"What should we do?" I asked cautiously.
"Master, I think we should keep training her. Don't let her stop to think about what happened."
I could see her logic but couldn't continue to force this life on her despite what had already happened.
"Scarlett, I cannot do that to her. Not without her asking us to do so."
"Master, she is a natural submissive. You heard what Lady Esme said about her training. There is security and safety in submission, and we should keep her in that space." She replied earnestly.
"What do you mean?"
"We make sure she is bound when she wakes up. Have her call us Master or Mistress and serve us straight away. We will make sure she is rewarded or disciplined accordingly." Scarlett replied more confidently.
I looked down again at my new and innocent-looking slave, stroking her cheek.
"She's been through too much already. I can't do that to her yet. We'll care for her and let her choose whether she wants that life." I replied with finality.
"Ok, Master," she replied, but I was concerned by the lack of concession in her tone and expression.
But before I could address it, a loud horn blew nearby, and our carriage abruptly stopped.
"Make way, make way, the King approaches." A voice bellowed.
I quickly drew the shaded curtain, typically used to block the sun, over the window to keep anyone from easily seeing inside. Our carriage moved to the side as armoured men marched past in orderly ranks. They were followed by a line of carriages which I assumed carried my Uncle and his inner court, and I realised they were heading towards Durnford's. If Freddie was correct, I had likely upset the King by claiming Emily, but there wasn't a great deal I could do about that now.
I felt palpable relief when the procession passed without giving us any notice. Minutes later, we arrived at the port to find most of the space taken by a grand and beautifully elegant sky ship which I assumed was one of the Royal Yachts.
Knowing I didn't want to be near my Uncle when he discovered the Fire Font he'd intended for his son had been taken, I left Emily in Scarlett's care and jumped down from the cab. I joined our driver and gave him orders to get us to ground level as soon as possible. I gained a newfound respect for him as he calmly negotiated our immediate passage on what seemed to be a large cargo vessel making deliveries from the lower city.
I ignored the offers from the guards to help with Emily as I once more carried her against my chest despite the baffled onlookers.
It took much longer to reach the lower city, but we soon made our way through our hotel lobby and over to the lift. Scarlett had persuaded me to allow a guard to carry Emily by this stage to avoid too much speculation, and I had him leave her in our other spare room on a large double four-poster bed.
Other guards followed with a chest and a set of folders emblazoned with a large letter 'D' that had passed my notice as we were leaving Durnford's. Once they'd left, I picked Emily up again and transferred her into our main bed, unwilling to leave her apart.
"Master, I'm going to give her a bed bath to ensure she wakes refreshed. Would you like to help? Or do you want to rest?"
I realised that the whole process had tired me, and I sought a moment to myself.
"I may relax for a while, but I want to know if she shows any signs of waking. Are you going to be fine looking after her by yourself?" I asked as Scarlett nodded before turning her attention to Emily.
After picking up a stack of folders, I found my way to the study and settled into the comfortable desk chair. As I began to flick through, I felt a presence at the door.
"Come in," I responded after hearing a faint knock.
A very nervous Matilda entered, dressed in typical pleasure slave attire.
"Master, I came to tell you that my trip was a success, and I managed to order everything you asked for."
"That's great news," I replied, unsure what to say to her after my recent decision.
"If Natalia is busy, may I attend to you?" she asked.
I was tired, but she looked beautiful in her provocative light pink dress.
"I don't see why not. You are welcome to keep me company while I read."
"Master, there are certain things I know Natalia wouldn't want to do for you. Will you let me introduce them to you?"
"Matilda, I'm happy for you just to sit and talk, but if there is something you'd like to show me, then please do."
At my response, she rushed from the room, returning moments later with items in hand and wearing just her silver collar and slim chastity belt.
"Master, my head trainer used to have me serve him like this whenever he had to do paperwork. Would you remove your lower garments?" She asked with nervous excitement.
"Matilda, you don't need to be undressed to spend time with me." I baulked at her sudden nakedness, "What are those for?" I asked after realising she was holding what looked like a gag and cuffs.
"I want to attend you, Master. They are for me to wear."
"Attending me doesn't require that you be naked and bound."
"But Master, Nat said you like your slaves like this. Do I not please you?"
Her ice-blue eyes were framed by brown hair with elegant curls running throughout. My eyes were drawn to her sleek form and pert breasts as I appreciated just how stunning she was.
"You look beautiful. But this isn't something you need to do. I already have a concubine."
A hurt look crossed her face as she started to turn away, having flushed red with embarrassment at my apparent rejection.
Feeling guilty and still enamoured by her beauty, I stood and began to undo my trousers.
She soon noticed, and I saw a cautious but pleased smile spread over her face. She walked over to me seductively and ran her hand up my inner thigh and over my cock before pulling my underwear down my legs as I stepped out of them.
After gently pushing me down into a seated position, she reached under the lip of the chair and smiled, finding what she was looking for. Taking her items, she clipped a short chain to her collar before handing me a set of cuffs and a ring of hardened leather with straps attached.
"Master, this is called a ring gag. I know how much Nat dislikes them, so I thought you could try one on me."
"What is the purpose of all of this? I asked, a little perplexed.
