“What color?” Alek asked.
“Oh, purple. Her old blade had purple on it,” Ivan remarked.
“What the fuck are you guys doing?” I asked.
“Getting her a vibrator. Isn’t that what you suggested we do? Make up your mind, Marcel,” Nik said, laughing.
“Fuckface, she just processed a shit ton of emotions. I’d expect a nightmare tonight,” I told them, remembering her admission of being buried.
“It’s not like it’s going to get here tonight. Unless we send Marcus to pick one up. Ohh, we should,” Alek said, not paying me any mind.
“I’m hanging up now. The three of you need to get your head out of your asses. I may have to insist we start doing some group sessions, and you guys can join us,” I threatened.
Chapter 41
Nikolai
Knowledge & Experience
Aknock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I called out.
Kinsley stepped inside. I could tell she had been crying, but she wasn’t sad. She looked like she had unloaded something heavy from her mind. I smiled, knowing she would be quite embarrassed if she knew what we had discussed with Marcel.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were with someone,” she exclaimed, looking at Allison in confusion.
“It’s fine, baby girl. She’s leaving.” I turned to Allison. “An hour in the morning, an hour in the afternoon, and then an hour before bed.”
“Yes, Master,” Allison replied as she closed the door. Kinsley’s gasp made me chuckle.
“Seriously, you too?” Her sweet voice held a hint of hurt.
“Come sit, and we can talk about it.” Reluctantly, she situated herself on my lap, and I couldn’t help but gather her closer. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and kissed her deeply.
“Now, why the sad face?” I pulled back.
“Are you really asking me that?”
“I thought Ivan told you. Allison is training and requires our attention.”
“Alek’s in on it too, huh?” Now she sounded angry.
“She’s going to be working for us. You know this,” I said, rubbing her back.
She was wearing a cute little skirt and knee-high socks. Her white crop top fit snugly over her full breasts. My hands itched to take it off, unhook her bra, and play with her pretty pink nipples.
“I don’t like her.”
“You don’t know her.”
“I don’t need to know her to not like her.”
Switching gears, I spoke, “I’ve got to make a call to a really good friend of ours. His name is Sebastian. Would you like to meet him?”
“The one who’s going to fuck Allison when she gets to London? Ivan told me all about it,” she sassed.
“Did he, now?”
“Meeting him won’t make me like her any better.”
