Note: Sorry for the delays! We were on a daily schedule for posting but it's going to be every 2-3 days now while I'm sorting some real-life things out.
The next morning, Samara rose early and dressed fully before leaving her inner room again. Her outer room was empty.
I think I’d rather like it if my chastity weren’t the focus of everyone in my life right now. Even if there were just another female to speak with.
I like their touch. Ethan’s touch. Asa’s touch. I want more but they make it seem like their lives or futures could be on the line for it. Samara ate quickly, losing herself in thoughts.
If they can’t touch me, why didn’t they get the Sisters of Mercy to train me without excuses?
Oh. Maybe they did. Maybe that’s why Ethan’s so angry with them. He is having to do their job.
Samara slid out her door attempting to be as silent as possible. She made it to the training ground and began the solo drills Ethan had been teaching her. Footwork. Large arm movements. Over. Over again. Bringing the tempo up she started drilling quicker than Ethan had been leading her. Over. Over again. Arm over arm. Feet moving.
After completing her entire sequence over at a high speed, Samara put the staff down like a walking stick, and caught her breath.
Samara spun around. “How long were you watching me?”
“Long enough.” Ethan smirked. “Thought you’d get away by yourself this morning?”
“Now that I know I have to be able to fend you off.” Samara shrugged.
“Fair.” Ethan walked closer. “Can you?”
Samara warily picked up her staff and whirled through the motions against Ethan. He let her keep up for what felt like forever until he started throwing unexpected swings in the mix. She met several of them and then dropped.
“That was far better than I expected. I don’t want to wear you out right now, because you need to do that again tomorrow, the next day, and every day. Let’s take you to Asa.”
Ethan walked her to Asa’s rooms, and then walked in with her. Samara was not sure what to expect. “Ethan, didn’t expect you today.” Asa’s voice sounded a little puzzled.
“Well, now that I know you’ve been undressing our girl here, I thought you might need a witness,” Ethan said smoothly. Samara choked. “A witness that nothing untoward is going on, Samara. Not a witness to your nudity.” Ethan smirked.
I wish he’d stop smirking. It just makes me want him to kiss me. This is so unlike me. Chastity, Samara, Chastity.
“Ethan, you could have just listened to me. Nothing is going on, but I have to have access to her body to work out all the muscles that need their tension released.” Asa sounded defensive. Even though he was slightly taller than her, Asa’s slim frame and delicate features seemed to shrink in comparison to Ethan’s more muscled masculinity.
“You don’t realize how that just sounded, did you?” Ethan chuckled. “You like relieving her tension, Asa?”
Samara blushed uncontrollably. “Can you two stop bickering? I have more lessons to attend today, you know.”
“Ok, Samara, let’s sort out your muscles and see how Ethan’s abused you so far today.” Asa rolled his eyes. Samara went over to the cot and Asa’s fingers quickly opened her tunic. Trying to shield her more than the previous day, he reached around and untied the corset, drawing the laces to the back. Samara lay down and he opened her tunic completely and completely unlaced the corset, opening her bare back to the room. He began manipulating her back, working his way down to her hips.
Samara could feel Ethan’s tension from across the room as he watched Asa working on her low back and hips. Once Asa was done and lacing her up again, Ethan just watched, still not saying anything. Asa fastened her tunic back in place and Samara rose up from the cot. She looked at Ethan, wordlessly. His blue eyes were inscrutable, but the anger seemed to have dissipated. His expression was different.
I don’t know what this is, or what he is thinking.