You consider what to do with her next

She yawns, and that makes you wonder how tired she must be after everything that's happened to her.

"You must be pretty tired," you say, separating from the hug, "do you want to go to bed?"

"I'm fine," she answers and stretches her arms, "I can still stay up for whatever you wish of me, master."

"Can you, now?" You ask rhetorically, taking her by the hand and helping her stand up. She does appear to have more energy now than when you found her, now that she's fed and happy. She stands straight and looks up at you, and you reckon that you're a full head taller than her now that you can look at her and not be distracted by her nakedness.

"What if I wish to fuck you, right here and now?" You ask her huskily. She blinks, and steps away from you. Your initial pang of disappointment disappears when she undoes the tie on her robe and shrugs it off to the ground, and turns to place both her hands on the kitchen counter and lowers herself on it, finally spreading her legs to give you a perfect view of her bubble butt and pussy.

"Please enjoy yourself, master." She simply says, taking you aback. Just earlier this woman complained at how you were treating her, and now she's offering herself to you like this.

"Jennifer, stop that and put the robe back on," you command, then voice your suspicion, "you seem more eager now than earlier this evening."

She's visibly surprised by your reaction, and she hastily redresses herself. She sits back down on the stool and you can't help but think she looks like a kid who was caught with her hand on the cookie jar.

"I thought it would please you," she answers, "and I want to please you. You told me that I am under your mercy, and that I am yours, so it's only natural for me to follow you."

"Have you done it before?" You ask, "You seem to know what to do to get started."

"No master!" She vehemently shakes her head, "It's just... I've seen my parents do it. Mother always faces away from father. But I've never done it myself, you would be my first."

Okay. That answer mollifies you somewhat, but that bit with her parents seems a tad disturbing, and you make a mental note to breach that topic another time. You pat her on the head and give her a reassuring smile, and she smiles back at you. Much like a puppy, you reckon, with her straightforward approach to this whole master-**** thing, and how far she would go for you because of how well you've treated her. It makes you feel a little guilty.

"It doesn't mean that you don't have a mind of your own," you tell her kindly, "you are mine, and at my mercy. But that does not mean that I am merciless, now does it?"

She looks at you confusedly, and if you're honest you've been giving her mixed signals with how you want her and not taking her like this. Well shit, it's the first time you've owned a ****, and you're also figuring out how to deal with this new thing you have. She asks finally, "How would you like me to be, then?"