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The last thing you wanted to do was fuck it up and hurt them.
    As weird as this was, I wanted to show him that I could be the woman he could trust to take the next step with. The only way I could think do that was to pretend to be something I wasn’t, to give him something he needed.
    I loved him enough to make the effort.
    Starting up my saunter around him once more, I made sure to scoop up the riding crop from where it had fallen. The leather wrap around the handle had cooled down, but it wouldn’t be long before we had it hot and sweaty once more.
    Now it was time for me to do this.
    I had a Dom to train.

Chapter Four
     
    The apartment was hot. I’d turned the up the temperature when Gareth had been bringing the bookcases up from the car. The last thing I wanted was for him to be cold, but holy shit, I think I might have put it up a few degrees too high. A fine prickle of sweat lined his bare shoulders, making them glisten in the low light.
    He’d been on his knees, waiting for me to finish my poking and prodding for the past fifteen minutes. If our positions were reversed, I’d have been totally freaking out in my head. It doesn’t sound as if it’s a long time, but when you have someone standing over you and you’re completely at their mercy, oh yeah, it’s a lifetime and then some.
    Honestly, I was biding my time as I mentally went over everything Stephen told me I should do. I wasn’t experienced at using whips, paddles and canes, and there was a real possibility that I could hurt him if I did something wrong. Gareth had been too good to me over the months for me to screw up and do him harm.
    Slow and steady won the kinky race.
    “Stand up and take your pants off.” I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth had gotten. I think this was probably the longest I’d gone not speaking in recent memory. I hate silence and can’t resist the compulsion to fill it.
    Gareth loved the calm. I had been fascinated to watch his muscles tense and relax as the minutes ticked on. He jumped at the sound of my words, but moved to comply.
    “Make sure you fold everything and place it on the chair. I don’t want your shit everywhere.” God, that was bitchy. Go me!
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    I growled as he walked away from me, his perfect, naked ass swaying as he went. Am I this way? Vulnerable and sexy? The urge to care for him warred with my need to spank that ass, turning it red.
    Maybe I had a bit of Domme in me after all.
    He placed his clothes on the chair and was about to turn around. “Stop!”
    A ripple passed through him and his ass clenched.
    As if he knew what was coming. Maybe he did.
    “You have a very nice rear end. I want to see more of it.” Among other things. “Bend over and put your hands on the arms of the chair. Stick that ass out for me to examine.”
    He’d put me in a similar position once. It was during our second scene, the first one out of the club. We’d gone back to his place where he’d gotten things ready ahead of time. The only thing in his living room was a sturdy wooden chair and a paddle. That had been a great night.
    Walking up behind him now reminded me of how turned-on he’d been then. I’d thought he was going to fuck me so hard I’d feel it for days. Instead, he’d fucked my mouth, making me swallow his cum. That wasn’t how I’d wanted that particular evening to end.
    Tonight, I would change the outcome to something more suitable.
    I ran my hand down his side to the small of his back, before cupping his ass cheek. I gave it a squeeze, letting my nails dig into the flesh and leaving marks behind. Gareth sucked in a quick breath, but he held still.
    “Do you enjoy that?” I squeezed the other cheek, and then raked my nails down the flesh. “I now understand the appeal of being able to mark you. I’m leaving such pretty pictures in your skin. I could scratch my name there and watch it soak back in. My mark, my claim on you.”
    Fascinated with the red lines, I continued to