knew when you lied to me, and that you were stealing things. But I wanted you to like me.” He looked so disappointed that Alvina’s stomach dropped. “Master...I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I do like you...you’re so kind...but…” She struggled to put her feelings into words. How long had she snuck glances at her handsome Master, longing for him to take her in hand? She’d pushed all his buttons, taunted him, lied, stolen - always expecting a consequence, but never getting one. She’d wanted his guidance; she’d wanted him to punish her.
