To own is to… Have

My gait is sluggish at best as I follow him up the stairs of the house. We’ve only been gone for a night, but the jet rides and party have exhaustion battering my bones. Stuart still hasn’t shown back up with the other women, so for now, I’m content to pretend they don’t exist. When we reach our shared landing, Master turns toward me, making me halt. Suddenly, I’m wide awake. My hands clench so tightly, my nails prick my palms as I drop into my position, hissing when my knees hit the hardwood. Henrietta, one of Master’s primary housemaids, bounds up the stairs. “Sir, would you like a meal prepared before we retire for the night?”