Jenn did not raise her gaze from the floor when Carrick entered, not daring to look up at him unless given permission to do so. She still saw the hunting crop though and he eyes transfixed somewhat on it. She inhaled sharply as she looked at how thick it was, her heart now pounding in her chest.
She felt the man's eyes on her as he finally acknowledged her presence, she did not dare look up at him but blushed more as he mentioned her arousal. Worse still she could feel herself getting wetter as the man made it clear that he had noticed it. Not that it was hard to miss in this position. She stayed perfectly still despite feeling more than a little uncomfortable at their discussion of her. Had she less self control she might have protested and told them that she would never dare think herself a Mistress but instead she stayed silent.
All the self-control in the world could not have prepared her for her Master's next statement. That she would be left alone at the mercy of a complete stranger. Never before had she been alone with a Master that was not her own and it hurt her to think that her Master was fine with leaving her alone intending for her to be hurt and yet concerned for Emry's at the house. She looked up with wide eyes, though she still did not look either in the eye. She was half-way to protesting when she thought better of it. Her Master knew best. What happened to her was not her choice nor should it be.