Chapter 7

Becca's POV

My master took a deep breath. He was still sitting next to me. My head was still resting on his lap, so I noticed when a small tremor pierced his thighs inside his social pants. Was he afraid? Angry? I was confused by the reaction. So I began to open my eyes, drawing Elijah's attention and distracting my master from any impolite subject.

I had understood Elijah's hint very well. He didn't know what kind of relationship Fred and I had, but he suspected it was some kind of mutual interest. I wasn't poor, I didn't need a man to support me, and I hadn't lost my youth without studying.

I was a graduate, worked in an area that caught my attention "desperate that there is already a step of throwing everything up" and I was independent, with an apartment in my name and a car always waiting for me in the garage of my house. Fred was not the person who fucked me, he just gave me what I had attracted so easily in sex; submission.

We kept that kind of relatio