"That I will be happy to be allowed to bloom, my lord," Grace answered softly, her gaze unwavering even as he drew her close. She looked into her master's eyes, confident but without defiance, only letting her eyes flutter closed when he pressed his mouth to hers. She parted her lips, allowing him access to any part of her he wished to explore. She was his, after all, and she would make herself open to him in all ways that would please him. A small gasp escaped her lips when she felt his touch at her breast, and the slave arched her back in response to it.
Grace opened her eyes again when her master spoke, likening her to the rose he'd cut. It wouldn't hurt for him to catch a glimpse of fire that she kept carefully concealed beneath her poise and charms so long as he did not perceive the detail of her ambition, at least not at this point. Truth be told, she hardly saw herself as worthy of her lofty goals and intended very much to make use of every opportunity to prove herself.
"Perhaps we shall see, my lord," she eventually replied simply, an amused smile quirking at the corners of lips as she lifted her hand, presenting it to him without hesitation. She kept her eyes focused on his, not wanting to prove easily distracted and also to show her complete trust in her master.