This was painfully awkward—a kind of awkwardness that made my skin crawl, a discomfort so intense it felt like my whole body was cringing. All I wanted was to get the hell out of there, but I couldn't. Gabrielle was absolutely fuming.
I didn't even know it was possible to piss off a woman who was already dominated. When a woman was fully dominated, she was supposed to be yours completely—only having sex with you, loving you, offering herself to you, body and soul. But apparently, that didn't come with a perk for dealing with Gabrielle's... uh, simmering anger that was bubbling just below the surface.
I guess you can't really dominate those kinds of feelings, huh?
"Have I told you why I hate her so much?" she suddenly asked.
"No," I replied.
I couldn't remember. Maybe she had mentioned it before. No, I was pretty sure she hadn't. But even if she did, she might not have given me all the details.
"Irene and I used to be close—friends, even. Rose too. There was one more, but she left the academy in her third year. Unlike the three of us, who stayed in the gold class through our fourth year, she only managed to reach it for half a semester before crashing down to the bronze class," she explained. "But to be honest, she didn't really need to become a magic knight. Her status is...
quite royal, you know."
"Quite royal," she said. Meaning she was part of the royal family. From this country? Or maybe another. I had no idea.
"Rose also dropped in the rankings at the start of our fourth year. She was already at the bottom of the gold class—100th place, the last position—so she was always fluctuating between gold and silver," she continued. "Irene and I, on the other hand, stayed in the gold class all through our fourth year. But just before graduation, she fell to silver.
I told her to keep pushing so she could graduate with me in the gold class, but she couldn't keep up and missed out on making it to gold."
"Stop the car," I told her with a commanding edge. Stay updated with m-v l|-novelhall.net
"Eh?"
"Just stop the car," I said with a firm tone.
She pulled over to the side of the road, where the area seemed empty and quiet. It looked like the perfect moment to finally reward Gabrielle for her efforts.
I reached for the nape of her neck, pulling her in close. Our lips met in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Gabrielle didn't flinch; she simply surrendered to the kiss, letting it happen without resistance.
Our tongues collided, slapping and clicking together with wet, rhythmic sounds. Saliva exchanged between us as we slurped and fed each other with our mouths, like a pair of birds sharing a meal.
"M-Master? Here?" she stammered.
"What, you don't want it? I'm pretty sure I've fucked you in public before," I said, a smirk playing on my lips.
"T-This is different. Sure, that was outside, but this feels way too public."
"Well, you'd better keep those moans to yourself, then," I told her firmly. "Because I'm planning to make amends for what you saw earlier."
This wasn't just a reward; it was an apology, a way to make things right. And of course, it meant getting laid at the same time.