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she’d put on her skirt and blouse, he could still envision her luscious, naked body.
    He’d noticed her blush, of course, and the sense of unease that had come over her as she’d submitted to his inspection. He’d had to control his temper when she’d derided herself. Not for the first time, the enormity of the task he’d set himself glimmered in the sun, a granite wall of seeming impenetrable proportions.
    Getting her to surrender control completely, while helping her to build her self-esteem, wasn’t going to be easy. He knew she believed she knew what she wanted, and as far as her understanding of the D/s lifestyle was, she did. He hadn’t lied to her. She was a natural born sub. What he knew, however, was relinquishing control wouldn’t be as simple as it would have been if she hadn’t lived as she’d been forced to these past many years. He had no doubt whatsoever that she wanted a master, that she needed a master. And he knew, in fact, he was exactly the master she needed.
    “Your keys?”
    She handed them to him readily enough. He put them in his right hand and took her right with his left. As he led her down the corridor toward the door to the street, Jordan opened his office door and leaned against the frame. He said nothing, just stood there with an expression on his face Jonathan had no difficulty reading.
    Be careful with her or answer to me .
    Jonathan appreciated his friend and mentor’s protective instincts for Bethany, even though, in this case, they were completely unnecessary.
    He’d rather suffer a dozen injuries himself than allow any harm to come to her whatsoever.
    He handed Jordan the keys and knew he didn’t need to explain himself.
    “You want her car taken to your town house?” Jordan asked then offered Bethany a smile. It didn’t surprise Jonathan that she blushed then shifted her gaze to the floor.
    “Yes, please. We’ll be at my place outside of Northwood.”
    If anyone was looking for him or Bethany, Jordan would likely hear of it. He, more than most, understood how crucial it was in the next few days for Bethany to be focused on him and him alone.
    “Drive carefully.”
    Jordan fought his smile. “Don’t worry.”
    The relative dim of the club’s interior gave way to brilliant afternoon sunshine when Jonathan opened the door. He waited a moment as Bethany blinked at the brightness. Heat rose up from the pavement, countered only slightly by a soft breeze that wafted around them.
    Bethany gasped.
    Jonathan bent over and whispered, “Is this a new experience for you, standing outside on the street with nothing under your skirt but you?”
    “Yes. I feel naked.”
    She’d whispered her answer, and he grinned.
    “Well, sweetheart, you are naked.”
    His car sat by the curb, gleaming in the sun, its sleek, silver body and black, soft, retractable top one of his favorite toys.
    “Is that an Audi?”
    Jonathan didn’t tease her about the non sequitur. He figured she was doing a pretty good job coping with such a new and totally different reality. “It is. Once we leave the city behind, I’ll open the top. But for now, I think we need the AC to cool us both down a bit.”
    He opened the passenger door, unsurprised when Bethany hesitated. There, on the leather passenger seat, he’d placed a soft terry towel.
    “As you get in, lift your skirt so you’re not sitting on it. I want only your sweet bare ass on that towel.”
    She only hesitated a moment, looking around, he knew, to assure herself no one else could see her. Then, with movements that spoke of her embarrassment, she did as he asked.
    He closed the passenger door and hurried around to the driver’s side. Once in the car, he turned to Bethany.
    “Spread your legs for me, Beth.” How often had he imagined giving that command to her? Now, in the middle of the city, in the heat of a midday afternoon, what he’d wanted most in his life and never believed would be his had begun.
    Again, her hesitation was brief.