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I hadn’t even considered the issue of STDs. Just another show of my complete naive stupidity. ‘I assume you will take the tests too so I know I’m also safe?’ I questioned in a challenging tone, which he met with an imperious look. Cringing slightly, I suspected that a good submissive would have merely agreed immediately rather than challenge their new dominant. Oops, my first blunder. I suspected there would be many to follow.
    ‘I’m tested regularly, but yes, if it will make you happy I will also have them done,’ he conceded with a narrowed gaze directed at my chin. Score one for me, I allowed myself a small smile at this tiny victory.
    ‘Perhaps we could meet tomorrow evening to discuss further details, maybe somewhere a little more private,’ he said glancing around the busy interior of the club which was now getting rather full.
    ‘OK. By the way, with regards to your other point I already have the contraceptive injection,’ I explained softly, no doubt looking embarrassed once again. Add it to the list; I was used to my burning cheeks by now.
    ‘Are you good at remembering to get it done?’ Nathan asked curtly, and from the look on his face I suspected that a pregnant submissive was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with.
    ‘Not really,’ I replied with a small smile, at work I was an ordered machine but at home – hideously disorganised. ‘But I pay my doctors a fee for a special reminder service. They call me non-stop in the three weeks before it’s due.’
    Nodding his satisfaction Nathan slipped from his chair. ‘Good. Shall we get those tests done now? The club is very up on its hygiene so it has its own clinic attached. They’ll be able to process them overnight.’
    ‘Sure.’ And just like that, it was done. Nathan and I headed towards the clinic next door and agreed to meet the following evening in the privacy of his apartment to discuss further details. Privacy was good, I decided, less people to overhear and less chance of seeing someone I recognised, but as I trailed after the domineering figure of Nathaniel Jackson it suddenly occurred to me that privacy would also mean being in the same room, alone with all his masculine intensity. Crikey . My eyes widened as panic began to set in. Was I really going to have sex with that man? That God-like figure who was causing every woman in the place to stare?
    Luckily, my panic was quickly replaced by my irrational fear of doctors as we reached the tiny clinic and were ushered inside.

Chapter Four – Nathan
    After returning home from the club I dumped my car keys on the kitchen counter and headed straight to the lounge bar where I poured myself a large whiskey, deciding that tonight only the finest single malt would do. Downing the first shot in one go I refilled the glass and then rolled my shoulders, trying to relieve the tension I was carrying.
    After depositing my whisky on the coffee table I flopped back onto a sofa, then scowled at myself and sat up straighter. Control over everything was vital to me, everything , right down to the state of my posture, and that small slip of ‘flopping on the sofa’ just showed exactly how much Stella Marsden had already got under my skin. I didn’t like this realisation, not one bit.
    I was seriously keyed up after my meeting with Stella, but that wasn’t the only reason that my mind was in overdrive; returning to Club Twist for the first time in many months had prompted long-buried thoughts to return to my mind. It wasn’t often that I allowed my mind to slip back to childhood memories, I had good reason to deliberately avoid it, but for some reason tonight’s occurrences with the naïve Stella had sent my mind tumbling back to where it had all started, the very reason that control had become so important to me.
    Closing my eyes I set my head back on the sofa and begrudgingly allowed the plush luxury of my hard-earned London penthouse to melt away, and be replaced in my mind’s eye by