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the end of that command. But right now I was Mistress Elizabeth and I wasn’t about to be begging for anything. Without looking away from him, I flicked the crop so I landed a smack to the outside of his thigh.
    “Now.”
    It was weird. One moment we were standing there as equals. I was asking in the strangest way possible for him to trust me and go along with what I had planned. Though I didn’t actually say the words, I knew he understood. I was then forced to stand by and watch him work his way through his decision. God, I could practically see his thought process running through his mind as he weighed the pros and cons, the benefits of going along for the ride.
    I must look this way to him too. Even more so.
    Connie always told me the power actually lies with the sub in these situations, but I never quite believed it. Not until this moment when I realized if he said no, or made any indication that he wasn’t into what I was about to do, that I’d have to walk away. I might be the one with the crop, but that wasn’t true power.
    Shit, I hadn’t considered that he might say no. This wasn’t something we’d ever discussed before and despite Stephen’s reassurances, I didn’t know for certain if he’d be in to this.
    Plan B—we’d have to have a conversation . Not sure how that would go.
    Gareth cocked his head to the side and let his gaze run down my body. I wanted to preen, but that, too, wouldn’t have worked. Mistress Elizabeth wouldn’t care what a sub thought of her appearance. She was a bastion of power and control. Queen of the bedroom.
    I sighed and tried to look bored. He chuckled again. But after a few more seconds, he sank slowly to his knees.
    Oh.
    Oh, yes please.
    I moved behind him, careful not to touch any part of his body, but needed to get out of his line of sight for a few moments. While I had no problem taking charge at the office, running the projects on my team and making sure everything was on schedule, this was different. I mean, Gareth had always projected that quiet core of steel, one that I didn’t think could be dented, let alone broken.
    Standing there, with him on his knees, I started to wonder exactly how wrong I was.
    I let out a huff and did my best to push the distracted thoughts from my mind. I had only one thing to focus on right now and that was the man at my feet.
    “You have been hiding yourself from me.” I lightly tapped the back of his head with the crop. “I’m not sure if you thought I was dumb or if I wouldn’t call you on it, but I’ve had enough.”
    “Liz, I—”
    The fabric of his pants increased the sound of the crop landing against his ass, even though I knew it would dull the sensation. It didn’t stop him from jumping or twisting around to look at me. I’d surprised him, and I could tell from his eyes that he hadn’t been taking Mistress Elizabeth seriously.
    Oh dude, that was mistake number one.
    “Take your shirt off.”
    It was funny how I found myself trying to emulate what Gareth would do to me. Voice calm and steady, free from emotion. Make sure to keep out of his line of sight, touching only when I wanted to get a reaction from him. Making him wait until the limits of his resolve were tested.
    The bastard had more patients than me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t do this.
    I gave the top of his shoulder a tap with the crop, a bit harder than maybe I should have, when he didn’t react. “I said, shirt off.”
    Gareth let out a shuddering breath. Slowly, he started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Inch by inch, his body was revealed to me. Firm skin and tight muscles as the fabric dropped down his arms and finally to the floor. I couldn’t stop myself from running the leather tip of the crop along the backs of his shoulders, down the curve of his spine to the top of his waistband.
    “Very nice.” I counted to five in my head, took a breath and moved around him until I stood in front of him once more. “Excellent in