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of you that’s fighting me.”
    Despite the protests that rose to her lips, she obeyed him. It was impossible not to. She was hypnotized by the touch of his hands, the glinting fire in his eyes and the sheer overpowering force of his personality.
    If she’d thought his stretching regime was bliss, his massage skills quickly pushed her even nearer to paradise.
    He worked her with the same understated competence, the massage vigorous but exquisite, alternating between going deep with his thumbs and loosening knots, and moving quickly up and down her back and shoulders with a brisk, percussive chopping action.
    Presently, he segued downwards, beginning to work on her thighs and her buttocks.
    At that point everything seemed to change.
    Large hands settled on her bottom in an almost cradling gesture, fingers flexing as if to test the resilience of her flesh. All of a sudden, Vicki was tense again. Every nerve, every muscle locked in anticipation. Every thought and feeling suddenly focused on the touch of those hands. Every conscious, reasoning part of her switched off, and she ascended into an intense state of lightness and acceptance. Red Webster was handling her, and it was wonderful and she could believe he was the perfect master she’d longed for since she’d first understood the fantasy kink that really got her off.
    “So, The Story of O? ” His voice was soft. He no longer sounded like the Red Webster she was used to. “What do you really think of stories like that, Vicki? Have you ever played the game? Played for real?”
    The words were quiet, but they cut through the air like a thunderbolt. There was nothing salacious, nothing put-on and nothing gloating or even teasing about the way he spoke.
    But it was the voice of authority. Total and complete. Without her realizing it, he’d already taken charge, and she could no sooner refuse or deny him anything than she could stop herself breathing.
    “No,” she whispered, wrenched by the bizarre compulsion to add the word master.
    “Never?”
    Awkwardly, against the mat, she shook her head, unable to trust her voice.
    “Would you like to?”
    His hands were still on her bottom, light as the touch of a butterfly yet latent with power. In the blink of an eye, they might strike.
    Do I? Dare I? It might not be the slightest bit like I imagine it.

    “Speak,” he went on, his voice still low but entirely changed in timbre. She had no choice but to obey. Sometime in the last few minutes, she’d passed through some kind of invisible barrier and was in an entirely different world.
    “Yes.”
    “Good. Good girl.” There was yet another nuance in his voice, an unexpected one this time. He sounded almost kind now. “Now get to your feet. We need to do this properly.”
    Shaking, more from the loss of his touch than anything, Vicki struggled to her knees and gasped, astonished, when Red gave her his hand to help her up.
    Prince Charming as well as master?
    Red laughed softly and, touching her on the cheek, he made her turn towards him. His handsome bearded face was calm and benign as she stared up and up at him. Wearing her trainers, she was almost a foot shorter than he was.
    “It’s not like that, you know, Vicki.” His thumb moved against her skin. “There’s no need for shouted orders and barked commands. All that bluster and faked anger is counterproductive.” His eyes gleamed. “We’re two adults here, doing something we both want. It’s not a battle, just a bargain. A temporary exchange of power.”
    Vicki’s head seemed to go as light as a feather as she acknowledged a great shared truth. She’d given her power to him now. He could do anything with her, and yet she knew in the very pit of her soul that he would never actually do anything she didn’t want.
    “Do you want to live really dangerously, Vicki?” he inquired, his dark gaze drifting towards the door.
    No!
    Vicki didn’t think she’d spoken, but even so, Red nodded sagely.
    “Quite right.