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  She gulped. “By your will?”

  “It means I’d tell you to drape yourself across a table and present yourself properly. I wouldn’t give you the privilege of restraints. I’d ask you to keep yourself in position without moving. And you’d do it gladly because that’s what I wanted.”

  She squirmed. “I think you’ve got the wrong woman.”

  “Do I?”

  She was aware of a gay couple walking past them, drinks in hand, sharing a laugh. They paid Marnie and Master Zachary no attention at all.

  “Tell me to go to hell, Marnie.”

  Curiosity didn’t allow that.

  “Or spread your legs this instant.”

  Chapter Two

  For a moment, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. Give in to the temptation? Or walk away and always wonder what it would have been like if she wasn’t scared to take a chance?

  Without really thinking it through, she went on instinct. She spread her legs.

  She was aware of the whisper of air-conditioning on her bare skin and on her damp pussy. She became more and more aroused by the moment.

  He kept his gaze firmly on hers. “When was your last orgasm?”

  She blushed and lowered her gaze.

  “Look at me.”

  His words were snapped with a whiplash force. Immediately she complied. “This evening.”

  “You masturbated?”

  “Yes.” Could the ground swallow her whole?

  “What were you thinking about? Do you fantasise when you stroke yourself?”

  She nodded.

  “What do you fantasise about?”

  She drew a deep, shuddering breath. Then she was totally honest. He’d see through anything less. “I have a favourite book.”

  He waited silently.

  She was aware of others around them, laughing, drinking. She was aware of Master Theodore and Susanna behind the glass. And she was very aware of the man dominating her space and demanding ruthless honesty. “It’s about a slave.”

  She expected a triumphant smile or an “I knew it”. But he simply continued to regard her, as if there was no one else he’d rather be with. “There’s a scene in it… The Master is punishing the slave.” Her heart beat faster. “She’d run off with another Master, someone she thought would be kinder. But it turned out he was just weaker.”

  “Go on.”

  “She could manipulate him. It turns out she hated that.” Somehow, it was easier, telling him about a scene she’d enjoyed. They weren’t really talking about her and what she wanted to have happen. “So this slave, she wants to go back to her real Master. Only she knows she’s committed an unpardonable act by running away. She knows she’ll have to make amends.”

  “And does she?”

  “She has to do the one thing that’s the most difficult she can imagine. She crashes a party at his home. Very posh. Very sophisticated people. She has to talk her way past the butler who’s very disapproving of the way she treated their Master. She publicly begs him to take her back, then she has to take her punishment in front of all of his friends.”

  “Does he make her strip before punishing her?”

  His eyes were even deeper, even darker. “Yes.”

  “Does he blindfold her?”

  “Yes.” She gulped. “She’s utterly and completely at his mercy.”

  “And when you masturbate, this is the scene in your mind?”

  She nodded, but she was unable to tell him he was the Dom she pictured.

  “When you diddle yourself, do you use your fingers? Or a toy?”

  Thank God she’d been sipping that martini; otherwise, there would have been no way she could have managed this conversation. “When I have a lot of time, I use a vibrator. This evening, I was in a hurry.”

  “So you used your fingers?”

  She nodded.

  “Show me.”

  Shock made her words a whisper. “Show you? Show you what?”

  “How you masturbated yourself.”

  “Uh…”

  “Here. Now.”

  “You want me to masturbate myself here, in the hallway?”

  He didn’t say another word, just continued to regard her.

  She wasn’t going to do it. Wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it.

  “It’ll be a long time before I allow you to have another orgasm,” he said. “From here on out, you will not come without my permission, without me specifically saying you may have one. If I were you, I wouldn’t be sure when I might be allowed to have another, so I’d take every opportunity my Dom offered in order to climax, no matter where I was or who was around.”

  “Zach!”

  Relief arched through Marnie at the regal arrival of Mistress Beverly and her sub, Esma. Marnie had been introduced to the couple by Darius and his Mistress. Esma was clearly devoted to her Domme. And Marnie could see why. The woman was tall, voluptuous, with flowing red hair that ended in the middle of her back. Everything about her exuded confidence and sensuality. Like Esma, Marnie had a difficult time keeping her gaze off the Domme.

  Master Zachary kissed Mistress Beverly’s cheek. While Marnie felt a little awkward and unsure of how to act, of what her place was, Esma obviously knew who she was and what she was about.

  Mistress Beverly allowed some slack in her sub’s pretty, pink leather leash. Without being verbally instructed, and with just a quick arch of her Mistress’s eyebrows, Esma sank gracefully to her knees.

  Not a single word had passed between them.

  For the first time, Marnie really observed the interaction between Mistress and sub. Esma seemed completely unselfconscious. Like Master Zach had noted about Susanna earlier, the sub seemed completely focused on her Domme for her own pleasure. Which meant, more than ever, Marnie was convinced she wasn’t a sub.

  Esma crossed her wrists behind her and placed them in the small of her back. She spread her knees wide and leant back. Since she wore only a pink leather corset with matching stockings and garter, her pussy was exposed wide. No one seemed to notice or care. Passersby didn’t even glance in her direction, while Marnie all but gawked.

  Marnie’s own protests seemed a bit ridiculous.

  “You’re talking to this lovely cupcake, Zach?” Mistress Beverly asked. Then, before there was any further conversation, she cut to the chase, ignoring Marnie completely. “Is she yours?”

  Zachary shot Marnie a quick glance. “She will be soon.”

  She would?

  “I’m surprised, Zach, after…”

  “That’s quite enough, Mistress Beverly.”

  “As you wish, Zachary. My pardon.”

  Marnie blinked. There was a hierarchy even amongst Doms?

  Mistress Beverly raised a brow. “Well, if she turns you down, or if you change your mind, will you send her my direction? I’m in search of a pet for Esma.”

  Mistress Beverly wanted her to be a pet for Esma?

  “It’s been a while since I watched her eating out a pussy other than mine. And I do so enjoy watching others eat her, as well. Especially when I forbid her to orgasm.” She clapped delightedly. “Such fun to watch my little Esma thrash about and suffer.”

  Marnie started to open her mouth, but a sharp glance from Master Zachary made her close it again without saying a word.

  Esma slid a glance Marnie’s direction. She smiled, and Marnie’s heart turned a little flip. She felt like Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit hole.

  She had a lot of variations on her fantasies, but even her wildest imaginations didn’t come close to this reality.

  Master Zach was claiming her as his.

  Mistress Beverly wanted her to eat out her sub.

  And Esma snuck a glace at Marnie’s crotch. On her knees, the woman wasn’t even that far away from her pussy.

  She’d never played with another woman, never really thought much about it, but suddenly, she was curious.

  Esma was truly lovely, with her coffee-coloured skin, rich brown eyes, and
long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail and cinched with a strip of supple pink leather.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Esma?” Mistress Beverly asked. “You’d like to bury your head between this little cupcake’s thighs and suck on her clitty.”

  “Si.”

  “She’s insatiable, that one.” The woman laughed indulgently. Then she turned back to Zachary. “Let me know if things don’t work out.” She exerted subtle pressure on the leash, and Esma stood.

  Before moving off, Mistress Beverly put her thumb under Marnie’s chin. “You’d be a fool to turn him down.”

  She nodded, aware of the woman’s fingernail against her skin.

  “But if you do, find us. But mind, cupcake. I don’t have as much tolerance for new-sub nonsense as Master Zach does. Your arse would be a delectable shade of red by now for refusing to follow orders.”

  “I haven’t…” How did everyone instantly peg her as a sub?

  “Master Zachary was giving you an order when we interrupted,” the Domme said. Then she winked at Zachary. “Send her to me, I’ll be delighted to straighten her out.” When she turned away, Esma obediently followed.

  When they were alone, Master Zachary regarded her. “It’s nice to have options.”

  “Options?”

  “If you’re curious about submission, you now have your choice of Masters.”

  “I…” She boldly met his gaze. “If I were a sub, I’d choose you.”

  He laughed.

  The sound made him less forbidding, more approachable.

  Compared to a lot of other Masters she had seen here, he was different. He wore black jeans, rather than leather pants. A black T-shirt hugged his upper body, letting her see the definition of his biceps. Black motorcycle boots added an inch or two to his height, not that he needed it. He was already over six feet tall, towering over her, even in her heels.

  If she turned him down, how would she go back to her regularly scheduled life?

  “I believe I was waiting for you to masturbate.”

  She glanced at the floor.

  “Eyes on me,” he commanded.

  She complied instantly.

  “I like watching you,” he said. “I want to see your reactions.”

  “But…”

  “You need to get over your self-consciousness.”

  “I’ve never…I mean…I make love with the lights off.”

  “Let’s make one thing clear, shall we? You will not hide yourself from me.”

  “I need to lose a bit of weight.” There. She’d blurted it out.

  “And…?”

  And? Was the man blind? “I’d prefer you didn’t see all my flaws.”

  He took a step closer to her, closing the distance, overwhelming her with the sight of him, the scent of him, the size of him. Next to him, she felt small. “Just as you like watching others, I want to watch you. If you choose to submit to me, you will do so completely.”

  She nodded. She did want to experiment. If she was as honest with herself as he demanded, she’d admit that. Sex was okay, but she always wondered if there was anything more to it.

  There’d never been a look on her face like she saw on Esma’s, or on Susanna’s. It would take an unyielding Dom to take her to those places she imagined. She knew, even before Mistress Beverly reassured her, that Zachary was the right man.

  But the fact he clearly saw what others missed made her feel vulnerable and a little afraid.

  “It’s your choice, Marnie. Do you want to explore your fantasies? Or do you want to continue to hide in plain sight?”

  Chapter Three

  Zachary watched the play of emotion on Marnie’s expressive face. He wanted to blindfold her, so that she was deprived of the sense of sight. Blindfolded, all her other senses would become more acute. And since he enjoyed watching more than anything, it would turn him on to watch as she was unable to hide.

  She had no idea how sexy she was or how attractive he found her.

  She was too tall to be considered petite, but she was small next to him. Marnie, even in her stilettos, barely came up to his chin.

  He liked her light brown hair, but when she finally relented, he wouldn’t permit her to wrestle it into position with pins, gel, and pieces of wood. He wanted it loose, flowing around her neck and shoulders.

  He liked her curves as well as the short skirt. And how much sexier would it be if a jewelled plug nestled between her butt cheeks?

  The heels were a hit with him. The blouse, even though it was silk and had probably cost a small mint, would have to go. And in a nod to a bygone era, he’d happily burn her bra.

  Once she’d gotten over her inhibitions, and stopped being her own worst critic, when she saw herself as he saw her, she’d be a bombshell.

  He ignored the incessant demand from his cock. More than anything else, dominance was about self-control. Knowing when to push, when to back off, exercising restraint, and never acting from emotion. It meant calling on untapped reserves of patience. All the things he’d learnt in the British Army, he now called upon as a Dom. After resigning his commission, he’d discovered BDSM. He liked the structure, the strategy, the unpredictability of a scene, every bit as much as he’d enjoyed being in the service.

  Rather than answering his question, she glanced around nervously. She waited until a couple of people passed, then she drew her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it unmercifully.

  Her light green eyes wide and unblinking, she seemed to seek reassurance. He continued to regard her. Still keeping her lip between her teeth, she caught the hem of her skirt with one hand and drew the fabric up.

  “Lovely.” He saw her exhale.

  Marnie kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, but in future, he would have her remove it all, at least until she became less nervous about him seeing all her secrets.

  Her hand trembled as she held the skirt high.

  “This one time,” he told her, “close your eyes. Block out everything and everyone, except me.”

  She closed her eyes, then reopened them immediately. But she didn’t drop the skirt.

  He waited.

  She closed her eyes again.

  Despite her earlier protests, Marnie was completely submissive. His submissive. How long had it been since he’d had a submissive, since he’d wanted one, since he’d been willing to accept one? What was it about this less-than secure woman that fired every single one of his masculine instincts, especially after he’d sworn he’d never let down his defences again.

  He was captivated as he watched her part her labia. Even from here, in the dim light, he could see her pussy was wet. The whole time they were together, she’d been turned on. Her body was responsive, no matter how she tried to hide her responses from him.

  She slid her fingers over her clit, making the tiny nub swell.

  His cock got harder and harder.

  She might not think she’d survive this; he knew he wouldn’t.

  She moaned slightly, an intoxicating sound that made blood pound through him.

  Her knees weakened.

  She dipped her fingers into her vagina, drawing out the moisture, painting her pussy with the dew.

  He’d be heading for the toilets to masturbate soon. Her innocence drove him mad. He doubted he would make it home before needing to come.

  “I…”

  “Come,” he whispered against her ear.

  Her eyes opened, and she whimpered. Her motions became frantic. And seconds later, she cried out.

  He caught her as she lost control.

  Her eyes opened wide.

  He snagged her wrist, then drew her hand towards his mouth and licked her fingers. She moaned.

  A man, leading another man and a woman, both on leashes, walked by. No one appeared to notice them. “You survived your first submissive experience,” he told her. “Now the question is, will you be back for a second?”

  * * * *

  She was stunned. Overwhelmed. And needy. Oh God wa
s she needy.

  Marnie wasn’t sure how she’d survived the day.

  Master Zachary had driven her home, and he’d arranged for her car to be delivered to her this morning.

  And then… Nothing.

  She’d slept hard, harder than she imagined she would have. She was afraid she would fight all night with her usual insomnia, the way she did anytime something bothered her. But she had fallen straight asleep. Instead of waking up refreshed, though, she was obsessing.

  Obsessing over Master Zachary. Obsessing about how much she’d enjoyed being out of her comfort zone, masturbating herself in public. Obsessing over the fact he didn’t have her telephone number.

  Exhausting herself with her thoughts the way she had exhausted herself physically at the gym, she sank on the settee.

  He probably wouldn’t ring, even if he had her number.

  From Darius, she knew of Master Zach’s reputation. Over the years, he’d had numerous subs, all, most likely, better behaved and less inhibited than she had been.

  Last night, he’d been a total gentleman. He’d waited while she cleaned herself up in the bathroom sink, then he’d driven her home and walked her to her door last night. When he’d turned the key in the lock, he’d promised to be in touch.

  No doubt, he was just being polite.

  With a deep sigh, she rested her head on the top of it. There were another dozen things on her to-do list. And she couldn’t be arsed to do a single one of them.

  Her mobile rang, belting out a Madonna song. She lunged for it. Then she scowled when she saw Darius’s name. She debated ignoring it, but Darius was as obnoxious as she was. If she didn’t answer, he’d ring her relentlessly. “What?”

  “Somebody needs to get laid.” His words had a singsong quality. He was lucky she didn’t just drop the phone in the loo. “We hated to miss last night. Anything interesting happen?”

  “I met Master Zachary.”

  “He is delicious, isn’t he?” Darius asked. “I want to take a great big, juicy bite out of him.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “And…?” he prompted when she was silent. “Did you have a scene? Like you submitted to him?” In typical Darius fashion, he was too impatient to wait for an answer, and he demanded, “Oh my God, you so did! Spill the details to Cousin Dary this instant. Otherwise I’ll be forced to drag my tight little arse over there to torture them out of you.”