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    “Listen closely,” Eleanor purred into his ear, subconsciously slipping into her Mistress persona. “You are my first choice. However, if you choose not to take what I have to offer, I will offer it to someone who will. You have no reason, or indeed any right, to get upset over something and someone who does not exist. Do you understand?”
    Eleanor could hear the struggle Gareth was having with his breathing. He was almost gasping now.
    “I demand that you settle, now.”
    Eleanor held her breath and tugged on Gareth’s hair harder. He closed his eyes and exhaled shakily. The next breath seemed easier, and the next. She felt the tension slowly leave his body and watched as he slumped in the chair.
    Releasing his beautiful, thick hair reluctantly, Eleanor walked back around the table and poured herself a glass of wine.
    “Wine?” she asked, handing him a glass before Gareth could even nod.
    He was almost back to his old self now. The guilt and embarrassment stealing across his face however would not do.
    “What did you think of the house when we first arrived? I have been thinking of having the gardens redone or changed. I’m tired of the entrance.”
    Eleanor looked up and saw that her distraction technique was not going to work. Gareth was a true English gentleman – he would not let that one go.
    “Eleanor, please, let me apologize—”
    She held up a hand, stopping him in mid sentence. “Why, Gareth? For being a real man? For being upset over the idea of another man taking me to his bed? I hope that thought throws you into a state of pure despair, because I can tell you the idea of you putting that beautiful cock of yours anywhere near someone else…” Eleanor growled now. Clenching her fists and screwing up her face.
    Gareth just stared at her. Then he chucked, low and appreciative.
    Eleanor smiled.
    “Thank you, Mistress.”
    Before Eleanor could correct him for using her bedroom name in the dining room the servants brought in lunch. Looking at the twinkle in his eye however, she knew how much he was looking forward to being punished.

Chapter 6
    The moment lunch was finished, they both jumped to their feet.
    “The playroom?” Gareth asked, breathless in his excitement. He was so aroused, so excited, so petrified that he could barely fathom his eagerness to go there as quickly as he could.
    “Yes,” Eleanor smiled, her voice dropping half an octave.
    Gareth almost came right there.
    She led him outside into the afternoon sunlight and they walked in silence over to the old groundskeeper’s cottage.
    When they unlocked the front door, Gareth held it open for her to pass through.
    Taking a deep breath he followed her in and shut the door.
    The room was the most plush, decadent, brazenly sensual bedroom he had ever seen. Thick red carpet lay underfoot, several mirrors were scattered around the room, and a huge four-poster bed sat in the center.
    “Remove all of your clothes, go to the foot of the bed and wait for me.”
    Eleanor walked out to an adjoining room, leaving him alone.
    Gareth stripped off everything he wore in record time. He wished he had time to bathe, but he supposed Eleanor knew that he had just been riding.
    He moved to the end of the bed and watched as she walked back into the room. She wore nothing but a long white silk chemise. Gareth could see the heavy swell of her breasts beneath the material and the dark pink nipples that hardened as she walked towards him.
    Gareth’s own member couldn’t get any stiffer and it bobbed in greeting.
    Eleanor pointed. “Turn around and face the bedhead.”
    He turned.
    “Hold your arms out to the side.”
    Again, Gareth did as commanded.
    Eleanor took his left hand and tied a silk scarf around it. Then she pulled it to the left bedpost and secured it there.
    “Are you scared, my pet?” Eleanor whispered into his ear as she passed behind him.
    Gareth shivered in longing, and perhaps a little fear.
    Pulling his right arm up, she tied it