"Present yourself for inspection," I command her.
She doesn't look at me, but neither does she move. "I command you," I repeat. Even though I'm well aware that she hasn't been taught how yet.
Jino inserts himself, just as we planned. "She hasn't been inspected yet. Perhaps we should wait?—"
"Present yourself for inspection," I repeat. Only this time, I growl. I catch Jino nodding and smiling in my peripheral vision.
She doesn't look up, but she does speak. "My King—"Fucking chillsat her words. "Please tell me how to please you."
Jino drops down to one knee, leaning in to her. "Very good, little one. That was perfect." Then he explains the position. "Inspection is back here." With his hands, Jino helps Emmaleen lift her torso back up, then, in the same movement, urges her to lean backwards.
"That's it," Jino soothes. "All the way back like Position Zero. Now put your legs out in front of you and open them up. Point your toes. Very nice." He kisses her mouth. Hard. She responds, kissing him back as Jino touches her breast, pinching her nipple until she moans.
"Control it," he encourages. "Your King is watching. He will be very angry if you don't control it." But at the same time, he slips a finger between her legs and begins stroking her.
I can't stop watching.
Emmaleen bites her lip—obviously turned on. But Jino calms her down. "Breathe, like I just taught you in the bath. In. And out.
Emmaleen tries, but Jino is full-on fingering her now. Practically commanding her to come with his hands. The whole point of this exercise is to break her and move on to consequences.
A moment later, she bucks her back and moans.
Failure complete.
Jino removes his finger, holding it up to the light to look at the slick coating. He stands up and looks at me. "I'm sorry, but she failed that test. She failed the bath too. She must clear thirty-seven demerits by the morning or I can't continue.”
Then he waits for my planned response.
"Thank you, Dungeon Master," I say. "I'll take it from here."
Jino nods and leaves by way of the back stairs. He will go up to the control room and watch now. Probably jerk off as he smells his finger. Because there is no way to miss that his cock is throbbing at the thought of Emmaleen's open legs.
Emmaleen is lying back on the hard floor, legs open, back straight, waiting.
"Come to me now, little one." That’s the name Jino and I decided to give her for training. "Get in position. The way I showed you last night."
She gets up slowly, her face flushed with embarrassment. She just came on my cousin's fingers while I watched. I smile at her. "Don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of here."
She opens her mouth as if she's going to speak to me. But then sighs, closing it again and kneeling between my legs. She places her cheek on my thigh—right over the top of my engorged cock—and waits.
Just the act of her breathing makes me want to fuck her.
Calm down, Giovanni. This will be worth the wait.
"You were going to say something?" She doesn't look up, just nods her head.
I like that she's already learned that lesson. The lesson of telling me the truth, even though her natural reaction was probably to deny it.
"You have permission to say what's on your mind. You're not a prisoner here, little one."
"I was… told that… you were going to punish me. For the demerits."
"I am."
Her face tilts upward, one green eye peeking at me from where her cheek rests against my thigh. The uncertainty in her gaze provokes something deeper than arousal—a hot thread of satisfaction that coils through my chest.
"But you said there's nothing to fear here."