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he held his body in a way that told her he would
fully embrace the pleasure she could dish out. He didn’t hide
behind restraints and modesty. When he came, he would be screaming.
She was a sucker for screamers.
    “During aftercare,” she said, “I’ll
wrap you in a blanket to keep you warm and cuddle you against my
chest.”
    His pupils dilated until she could
hardly see the color of his eyes.
    “ Or don’t you want to be touched
after a scene?” she whispered softly “Some subs don’t.”
    “Ma’am,” he breathed, “I always want
to be touched.”
    When she looked at him again, he
subtly lowered his eyes to the floor. Tara felt a shiver of pure
delight running up and down her spine.

    Was there a chance he could establish
a modicum of order here?
    Jack Malcolm swallowed the groan he so
wanted to let thunder through the room. Domme and sub had more or
less forgotten that he was in the room. Well, he wouldn’t complain;
at least there was no doubt these two would hit it off.
    He liked to do things by the book though,
and that meant he wouldn’t let them go at it like rabbits as soon
as he was out of the room.
    He looked at Tara. She was different
tonight; he hadn’t seen her this vibrant in several years. Her
cheeks were glowing, and there was no doubt that her interest was
genuine. Her Domme was intrigued by this sub, who was, no need to
deny it, a damn pretty sight.
    He sighed inwardly. He wished
her so much luck after all the misery she had endured. He’d always
wanted to see her smile more often, to rid her of the desperate boredom
she often showed when she watched scenes in the playroom. Nothing
had really touched her after Jeff’s death.
    But now, he saw what had been
missing all those years. The eagerness to play. He welcomed it. And
he would let them play . Tomorrow.
    “ Mr. Harte,” he interrupted the
soft power play that was already underway between his visitors,
“I’ll arrange for you to go home now. Try to get some sleep,
prepare for tomorrow. I suggest you two meet up here at noon; you
will be all alone at that time of day, and can start with the first
steps into your relationship. After that, you can decide the
schedule on your own and play whenever you like. You’ll be a sub
when you enter here tomorrow. Which means, all the rules of the
club apply: no shoes, no socks, no shirt, black bracelet for a
committed sub, don’t look into a dominant’s eyes until you’re
asked, don’t talk when you don’t have permission…. you know the
routine.”
    Aaron nodded, but didn’t move. Tara
smiled and got up first. Aaron followed suit.
    A broad-shouldered young man
entered.
    “Hey Jack!” he said “You need a
driver?”
    Jack nodded, indicating
Aaron.
    “ Yes, David”, he said,
“please drive
Mr. Harte home.”
    Aaron looked almost shyly at
Tara.
    “ Permission to kiss your hand,
M a’am?” he
whispered.
    She nodded, unable to stop
herself.
    Aaron bowed low and pressed his lips to
the back of her right hand, shuddering in delight when he imagined
what this hand would do to him eventually. He was happier than he’d
been in months.
    Tara needed every ounce of
self-control to keep her calm. His lips were like warm silk, her
skin tingled when she felt the slight moisture of his kiss.
    Aaron released her hand and
straig htened,
smiling softly at her.
    “I’m looking forward to our meeting
tomorrow,” he said, his warm voice slightly hoarse.
    “Me too,” she answered.
    She didn’t look at Jack for a while
after Aaron was gone.
    “Okay,” she finally said with a groan,
“you were right, he’s perfect.”
    Jack chuckled.
    “Whoa,” he said, “I’ve never seen you
like that, my dear. Evil Mistress Tara has a beloved new pet,
huh?”
    “ The only part of me that’s evil
is the fact that I like to play with a part of the male anatomy
most men don’t want to have touched. I hope he’s as good as I think
he is.”
    “You think he’s that good?”
    Tara thought for a moment.