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"Master..." she began softly.
Elias Blackwood had not earned his title by being inattentive or sluggish. He was keenly aware that his slave intended to exploit this seemingly unguarded moment to request something of him.
"Speak, slave," he commanded, his voice smooth but firm.
"May I make a request?" she inquired cautiously.
"You may ask, but I make no promises to grant it. What is it you desire?" he responded, arching an eyebrow with mild curiosity.
"It's about Clarence. I wish to request permission for one of the slaves to take his virginity," she stated, her eyes steady yet respectful.
A grin spread across Mr. Blackwood's face, entertained by the notion. "I would have thought he lost that long ago, especially given what we've heard about those foster homes," he mused, his amusement evident in his tone.
"He insists he's a virgin, and I believe him. That's precisely why I'm making this request," she explained, her voice carrying a note of sincerity.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, Anastasia instinctively began to pleasure him, her movements gentle and measured, ensuring not to push him over the edge but just enough to provide a soothing distraction while he pondered her request. Silence enveloped the room as he delved deep into thought, and his slaves knew well enough not to disturb his contemplation.
Finally, he turned his gaze towards Evelyn, his eyes steady and resolute. "Okay," he declared with a firm nod.
Evely's face lit up with a radiant smile, a wave of relief washing over her features. "Thank you, Master!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with gratitude. "I'll instruct Kathy to..."
But he interrupted her with a decisive shake of his head. "No," he interjected. "Anastasia will handle it."