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Ariadne loved that Sierra was comfortable enough to call her Ari. She wasn’t afraid of retribution for speaking out of turn or something that didn’t matter to the siren. Sierra was respectful always and obedient and submissive when it counted- that’s all Ari would expect from her. “Yep, all yours. Just like you’re all mine.” She gave Sierra’s cheek a peck at the same time her own was kissed. “You’ll get a crash course and anything else you want.” She assumed she figured she’d be spoiled by now but it was worth a reminder. She reached out to the phone, pushing the power on to turn it on while Sierra held it so she knew what Ari was doing so she could repeat it.
It was easier to be herself now than it had been before. Sierra remembered the first time she had met Ari, drowning in nerves and anxiety, facing what had then seemed as a sea of uncertainty. And while she still got nervous around the siren, it was the good kind of nerves. Nerves of hope and anticipation. She trusted that Ari would never hurt her in any way, and knowing she wanted Sierra, out of all of the slaves she could have picked, was both a huge relief and absolutely mind blowing. “Thank you, really. I’ve never had one before. Why yes, only yours. Its kind of neat that we can text and call now, you know like a normal couple.” The light feel of Ari’s lips had Sierra blushing slightly, her cheeks turning a soft rosy color. “Anything?” She blinked a bit, still finding it hard to believe, that Ari wanted to spend her own money on her. Sierra did understand the concept of being spoiled, though she found it difficult to ask for things. At least without a good reason for why she needed something. Remembering one of the many rumors she’d heard at the Chateau, she had another question all queued up. Though she watched Ari turn her phone on, noting where the ‘on’ button was before she asked. “Don’t you have to brand me somehow?”
