His paw slipped from her nodding head and grasped her snout where the welt and bruises were. A whisper of a whine escaped her throat and she clenched her eyes tight as he declared she could show some appreciation. As soon as he released her nose her head was low and her eyes were downcast, her ears flat in deference.
"Yes, Master, I'm ever so grateful!" She groveled, gathering her paw with the injured toe to her chest and ducking to bow to him. Her shoulder still dislocated, The paste was still set aside to treat those wounds he was so eager to push on. Her tail clung to her belly and her limbs shook. Was she doing this right? Was this gratitude? Did he want her to kiss his feet where he walked? Did he want to take her from within again?
"How might I show you my gratitude best, Master?" She dared to ask with her eyes low and her chin tucked in. Not knowing that she should be exposing her throat to him instead.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.
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