SubscribeStar Story: The Tutor, Part 47
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Part 47
Either Annabelle had planned this ahead with Trixie, or the two of them had played some iteration of this game before me.
I was leaning towards the latter, as I couldn’t see Annabelle plotting with her young maid, although my logical brain didn’t want to rule that out as a possibility. The word ‘come’ being used as a command for an actual person was just too specific, and there was no way that both of them just happened to fall into that the moment Annabelle started calling me her ‘pet.’ After all, she already owned the collar. But also, Trixie was subservient in her own way. This entire afternoon could have easily been at Annabelle’s direction. That line of thinking was overwhelming; however. There were too many ‘what-ifs.’
It still worked. After being low key trained by Trixie before all this, I was already at a point where it felt immediately preferable to obey the simple command than to risk whatever tongue lashing followed if I failed to do so. At the same time, I did drag my feet ever so slightly. While waiting on Annabelle was the job, and I would have come over to clear a plate or something, I was a little nervous about what she meant by testing my obedience. That didn’t sound as simple as a small chore.
I stopped a couple feet away from Annabelle, staying quiet per her recent instructions about not talking save for the submissive affirmation.
She took another sip of her wine, then glanced up at me from her seat. “Closer, pet.”
Taking a tiny swallow, I took two more steps forward until I was right next to her. It felt strange, being the taller one through the fact that I was the only girl standing, yet still having absolutely none of the power when it came to our current dynamic. And I waited, trying not to let the momentary silence worry me.
“Meredith. Remember to say, ‘Yes, Ms. Annabelle,’ okay? Obviously not every single time, but try to get in the habit. Yes?”
I was actually a little bit thrown by her using my full name. It had been a while since she or Trixie had called me anything but ‘Mere,’ and the distinction was surprisingly effective. The moment she said it, I more or less snapped to attention and took in her following reminder. “Yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I muttered, blushing slightly from the patronizing way she went about asking if I understood, as well as our continued proximity.
“Good girl,” she replied, not even glancing my way before the next sip. Despite how I was right there, she somehow managed to keep her attention more on the wine and appetizers, rather than the girl more or less within her personal bubble, “You are my obedient pet, right?”
Fuck. There was no good answer. Not only was it already a yes or no question that was way more complicated than that, considering my own confusion as well as my pinned plan to talk to her about all of this, but I was also stuck responding in the proper way she had just gone over with me again. In my current role, as well as my flustered mental state, there wasn’t much I could say besides, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.”
“That’s what I thought. Now, Mere,” she finally turned my way, looking up at me with those piercing eyes that were one of the many reasons I caved to her dominance so quickly, Annabelle explained, “You’re an obedient girl. That means that you’ll do anything I say, right?”
Well, no. Not anything. Still, I echoed the same phrase as before, with the knowledge that she wouldn’t take the prompted answer excessively literally.
“Then prove it,” she said, “Kiss me. Right now.”
I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but that certainly wasn’t it. The main reason I had come over, despite how the make-up session somewhat conflicted with my busy schedule was, was to have a much needed discussion with Annabelle and to remove the collar she had locked on me. While I was still quite torn about the less appropriate things she and I had done together, I had told myself before leaving my apartment that it wasn’t going to happen again. And yet here she was, requesting a kiss.
Well, not really really requesting it.
My hesitation must have been noticeable. Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “Well? Are you my obedient pet, or not? I think you can handle a peck, Mere. Or are you too scared to kiss me?”
My lips parted in quiet surprise for a second. I really should have caught on to what she was doing. Just like how I had been called brave in an intimate setting, I found myself in a similar place this time around. I was not scared! I just- Basically feeling the word ‘fine,’ since I couldn’t say it, I did the exact thing she wanted in an attempt to prove her wrong.
The worst part was, or perhaps best part, was that a simple peck was enough to show that the previous day wasn’t some fluke. Annabelle’s lips were just as perfect before, which was particularly impressive when we were only locked for a moment or two. She had leaned up to meet me halfway, and there were just all these little things that made such a short kiss stand out nonetheless. The way she gently nudged my nose first, then brushed my lips for a fleeting tease. And then how she let out a quiet exhale afterwards, almost as if to say she enjoyed the moment.
Just like I was a sucker for feeling validated by a younger girl calling me fearless, I felt a similar warmth when her little sigh implied that I was a good kisser. Even though we barely kissed. Even though this was all a lot to handle.
She pulled back first, which was a little bit embarrassing when I realized I was the one keeping us close, giving a slightly different nose nudge to signal that we were done. Waiting until I opened my eyes, and gazing up at me once more with those deep emeralds, she murmured, “Good girl. Now go back to your spot, Mere.”
It was so dismissive, and I couldn’t help but think how humiliating it would be if someone had witnessed the scene between us. In her suite, there had at least been some degree of intimacy, even if there was a dominant edge to it. But this? She was just sending me away. Not that I wanted to stay. Definitely not. But did Annabelle really just coerce me into a kiss, only to push me right back into servant mode?
I blushed deeper than before, and it took a moment for me to process everything and come back to my senses, but I ended up doing what she said. What was the alternative? Staying and trying to turn the lingering peck into something more? Taking the initiative myself would be a lot more incriminating, plus I didn’t like Annabelle. I was just caught up in the obedience thing, and it’s totally instinct to stay close to someone after a kiss. That was probably it.
When I returned to the edge of the room where I had been quietly attending to the girl before she called me over, Annabelle was content to maintain the silence while taking a bite from the next plate, before finally speaking up again.
“One more thing, Mere,” she said.
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