He’d asked for the beverage for the comforts of routine, having her hands keep busy with something and keep the girl’s thoughts from straying towards needling into questions they both knew the answers wouldn’t make sense. Yet once the scent of warm milk and cocoa wafted from the kitchen Val’s stomach reminded him it had been the previous night he’d last stopped to eat something.
There was something endearing in the way she went back and forth spitting sentences from which Valentine could only guess the thought process that led to each. That’s why he didn’t stop her right away.
“Thank you.” Eventually, the Commander reached for the tray, essentially putting a stop to her wanderings. “Kneel, Charlotte, and tell me when the last time you submitted was.”
Lottie paused, her hands still in position as he took the tray away from her. Watching him for a moment she gave a slight nod at the instruction and dropped to her knees. His question though was a lot tougher. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought back, a slight shudder at the memory of the ridiculous scene she had endured and come out of feeling barely better than she had at the start. “It was about two weeks ago, he was cute but didn’t really have a clue.” Looking up with a smirk she laughed, “I bet you could have taught him a thing or two. He didn’t even insist on title or rules.” She might have been laughing but anyone even scratching the surface of Lottie would know that she craved rules and obedience.
Lottie's wild adventure 