Atlas's POV:
My sweet Mistress, so fragile sometimes. I'm not used to seeing dominants like this, vulnerable.
She did not cry now, but I can see the unshed tears in her eyes.
Something about how she reacted, the anxiety, the uncertainty, the fear, it wasn't a turn off for me, but a moment where me and her bonded.
I understood all those feelings, I could relate.
It didn't matter to me that she was a dominant and had a moment. She, just like me, is human. Just because she is a dominant doesn't mean she isn't capable of feeling the same emotions as me.
I've never seen a dominant cry before, my mother never did and never had I seen teachers at the academy or elsewhere have a moment of weakness.
Perhaps my mistress has allowed me to see the cracks in her armor because she trusts me, she knows I will take care of her, seek to make it better.
Mistress strokes my neck, feeling my pulse every so often. It's somewhat intimidating when she does that, but I think she does it as a comfort to herself more than a threat to me.
I continue to stroke her back, resting my eyes as we relax together.
"Atlas?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"What were you reading?"
"Earlier?" She hums. "Just a book on medicine and such. You wouldn't find it interesting, Mistress."
She hums, a sly smile on her lips.
"You scare me when you smile like that, Mistress. Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean it as an insult."
Her smile only widens, "I just find it fascinating that you think I wouldn't find it of interest."
"It's just a book for class, medical stuff, that's all, Mistress."
Her mischief filled eyes flicker to mine. "You're usually very intelligent, Slave. I thought you'd figure out my area of study by now."
My brows furrow and I sit up, looking around for anything that might give me a clue.
Oh Lord, please have mercy. Please don't let her be a doctor. I'm going to be so screwed if she is. She's going to think I was talking down to her when I really wasn't.
People who aren't studying medicine don't usually care to hear about it. I thought I was being considerate by not boring her with the details of my study.
Mistress giggles beside me, stretching out as she watches me in amusement. A familiar book sits on her desk and I palm my face, feeling so terribly stupid.
"You're in med school, Mistress."
"Yes I am, Slave."
"I didn't know. I didn't want to bore you—"
She breaks into a joyous laughter, seeming to be enjoying herself at my expense.
I don't even try to explain anymore, too mortified. I don't know how I should have known what she was studying, but I feel like I should have.
"What's your specialty, Mistress? Please do not say Urology"
"You don't want me knowing my way around a prostate?" I flush deeply, not having expected that come back. I can't tell if she is joking or not, I truly hope she is.
Knowing her way around my prostate is much different than her knowing her way around other men's.
"Gynecology is a really great specialty. You're still young in school, Mistress. It's never too late to change."
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The Auction
العاطفيةWorking three jobs and attending med school was not the direction Atlas thought his life was going. He thought he'd find a mistress, go to school and then work to support his owner after graduating. After all, wouldn't his owner appreciate him wanti...